Saturday, November 8, 2014

Ooosp




Ooops! I forgot to post a blog for today. I work best with a regular schedule. However, the last couple of months an established routine has been non-existent in our lives. We’ve learned to take things as they come and roll with the punches. 

I saw a quote on Facebook which seems fitting for my life at the moment. You may have seen this quote before but it is new to me and came at an appropriate time. Stop by tomorrow and see what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving. Have a good day.

 


Friday, November 7, 2014

Except from The Look of Love



          


Scott walked into the bathroom to fill a warm bath for Penny. The tiny room smelled of her floral perfume. He felt as if she’d wrapped her arms around him welcoming him home.
            The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was her panties. Satin undies lay across every towel bar in the room. Colorful. Shiny. And sexy as hell. He could feel the hot flush in his jeans.
            He opened the shower curtain to discover a clothesline strung the length of the tub, also full of unmentionables. The fabric felt smooth in his hand and he started to wonder how the satin would feel against her soft skin.
            Her panties felt soft and sensual when he removed them from the line. Scott had never thought of Penny’s underwear before but now he’d glimpsed the simmering colors, he’d never be able to look her in the eye without thinking of her sexy panties and wonder what color she wore under her clothes.
            He ignored the soft fabric and concentrated on filling the tub for her with warm water. He added some bath salt from a bottle on the tubs edge.
             “You know I can fix my own bath,” she said at the doorway.
            He jumped at the sound of her gentle voice.
            “I’m sorry. I forgot they were in here.” With the crutches under her arms, she reached out for her underwear.
            “How are you going to carry them with your crutches? Where would you like them?” He kept his gaze locked with hers hoping to hide the effect her personal apparel had on him.
            “Just toss them on my bed.”
            He stifled a groan at the thought of Penny’s lingerie on her bed.
            “Scott.” At the sound of her voice he quickly grabbed the last pair of panties and stuffed them under his arm. With the quick movement, colorful wisps of satin fluttered to the floor. He bent over and picked up her garments, trying to look nonchalant but he could feel his face warm with discomfort.
            “You really need another bathroom. Then your personal items aren’t out in public where anyone could see them,” his voice was husky with frustration.
            “Scott, I live alone,” she stated shortly. “Very few people see my house let alone my bathroom. So I wouldn’t call this out in public.” She gestured the scope of the room with her hands.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

CHECK-IN DAY




This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Someone please tell me this is Thursday and check-in day! LOL! I'm guessing Allana has an overflowing plate, so I copied and pasted her usual introduction to check-in day. I'll even try to find a nice autumn picture to post with this. 

I'm very pleased at the progress I'm making on Bernie's story. It's flowing well and I'm layering more clues and story depth each day. 

Hope the others Angels have time to check in.

-Amber Angel

Monday, November 3, 2014

Rogues Angels Present Max Blizzard and the Gem of Camelot by Patrick Hatt

Please welcome Patrick Hatt author of Max Blizzard and the Gem of Camelot.

Patrick will be awarding a $25 Amazon.com gift card or $25 Paypal cash, winner's choice to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

To enter, use the rafflecopter code below.


Max Blizzard and the Gem of Camelot
by Patrick Hatt

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BLURB:

Max Blizzard was like any other drone living in Earth's realm until the arrival of his eighth birthday. On that day his imagination awoke and Max started thinking for himself. He was an outcast the moment he let people know about his imagination. That moment also unknowingly set forth a chain of events years in the making. By having imagination, Max had given Sir Dreadvent exactly what he wanted, a way into Camelot's realm.

Now Max and his friends, Trudesile and Lester, must complete the quest that Max's father, Merlin, set out for him years ago. They must find the Gem of Camelot to defend the realm from Sir Dreadvent's and his sevesties. Their perilous journey will take them from the shores of Merlinia and the ship of Davy Jones to the fields of Avalon, in the hope that they can save Camelot, save Earth and save all the lost realms that have been consumed by Sir Dreadvent and his sevesties on their quest to remake the universe.

A tale about where your imagination can lead if you choose to follow it, with creatures large and small joining Max Blizzard on his journey. King Arthur, Oberon, Hercules, Apollo and other heroes of imagination believed to be myth will become truth as Max and his friends face the trials ahead. Let your imagination lead the way to Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot.



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EXCERPT:

   
"Young Mr. Blizzard, the objective is simple. The first to extinguish the flame of the other's Camelot Candle wins. You are only limited by your own imagination." King Arthur knew Max got the rules as he watched him nod, and sat back down alongside Pemestra and Lempilightess.
    
"Arthur, do you think it is wise throwing the boy in the deep end so soon? Vlad has been at this for years." Pemestra did not want to see Max hurt or his spirit broken in his first outing.
    
"Merlin constantly surprised me. Let's see what the boy can really do."
   
Max stared down Vlad, trying to ignore all the prying eyes that were upon him. He waited for the match to begin, listening for a bell or something, and watched as Vlad begin to concentrate, knowing that there was no bell and that match had begun.
    
"I'll make sure your first loss isn't too painful, runt." Vlad grinned and gripped his Camelot Candle; a huge fan appeared out of nowhere in front of him and began to blow. Before Max could do anything, his flame had been put out.
    
"I think that was the easiest and quickest match in history." Vlad threw his arms in the air and the crowd cheered while Max stared at his blown-out Camelot Candle.
    
"Don't let him get to you, dearie. The boy needs to be taught a lesson in humility. Shake it off and come out fighting," Bandaid whispered, while lighting Max's Camelot Candle again and then running back to the sidelines.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Patrick Hatt can be found in the East Coast of Canada. He hates writing these things but doesn't mind talking in the third person. He dabbles in a little of this and a little of that, not afraid to attempt something new.

He is owned by two cats, one of whom has his own blog, It's Rhyme Time. Yeah a rhyming cat, who knew? He would be considered a both person when it comes to cats and dogs.

He is also quite the movie and TV buff. As you can probably tell does not take himself seriously and has more stuff in his head than is needed. Thus the novels as just one more form of release. Thanks for the visit and enjoy!

Links:

http://rhymetime24.blogspot.com

https://twitter.com/PatHatt24

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6451538.Pat_Hatt

http://www.pathattbooks.com


http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/patrick-hatt


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Sunday, November 2, 2014

Shhh! The holidays are almost here.


Holiday Madness

I worked retail for many years as a second job and as my main breadwinning job. From Halloween through the night before Christmas, I was the busiest I can ever remember being. People seem to get bitten by a crazy bug. I can't say I've seen such single minded determination at any other time of the year.

Well, this year, take a break. Listen to the Christmas carols. Look, really look, at the decorations. Smell the baked goods and drop your quarters in the Salvation Army red kettles.

Take time to think of those struggling with day to day living. Pass along as much sincere kindness as you can. It's amazing what a smile can do for a harried sales clerk. Don't be in so much of a hurry you forget to be joyful.

We make the season what it is--make it a positive memory this year.

Sable

Saturday, November 1, 2014

It's the little things.



What?

 

A simple four letter word that became the bain of my existence. We are all able to make choices in our life about most things except: your relatives, your mate's relatives and your genetics.
 
I'm cursed with the blind and deaf genes. I had hoped to beat them by taking care of my eyes and ears as best I could but time and genetics won. For the last three years, my use of the word "what?" had increased and I was angry with my body for failing.
 
I don't feel old enough to need glasses, or hearing aids, or canes, or -- or -- and on. But the reality is I am genetically inclined to all of the above. So, four years ago, I had a hearing test and, sure enough, I had a moderate hearing loss in one ear and mild in the other. Unfortunately, I also had an empty bank account.
 
Four years down the road and another test to find out my 'moderate' loss had become severe in one ear and moderate loss in the other. Only this time, I had better insurance and enough set aside to pay for the electronic ears I needed to stop saying 'what?'
 
Let me tell you, I'd forgotten how much I wasn't hearing. Now I'm not so sure I want to wear the little devils all the time. But that is a good thing... at least now, I have a choice. Take the time to listen to the thing you love the most.
 
Sable