I'm Beautiful

Excuse the wonky-ass formatting of this post. I don't know what happened.

My perennial stabbing victim, Andrew Patterson, decided to give me an "award". While I appreciate that he thinks I'm beautiful (*fluffs hair*), there will be a random stabbing in his future over this. Which is probably exactly why he did it. He says he doesn't like the stabbings, but they will continue until morale improves, damn it.

And now I have to do things. I'm supposed to do them in groups of seven, but I'm a non-conformist and it's my damn blog, so I'll do however many I please :P


The last 7 lines (it was really 8 lines/10 sentences but whatever) I wrote (in first draft glory--and the end will be changing later tonight, so...)
     But eventually my leather skirt’s grip on the saddle started to slide and Bessie moved faster than I could keep up with. I tumbled over the side of the bull, miraculously landing on my ass, only to have the machine whack me in the back of the head as it finished its turn. Pain mushroomed in my skull and I gripped my head with both hands. 
     There’s pain and there’s being-bonked-in-the-head-by-a-mechanical-bull pain. It felt like something popped in my head and my brain was actually screaming inside me. The world went black for a second or two. The only reason I know it wasn’t longer is bootsteps were just rushing toward me when things came into focus again.
      I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t some flicker—there and gone again. And it wasn’t one. 

The last 7 songs listened to
What the... I don't know. Instead, I'm going to give you the seven most played on my iTunes.
     1. "Rattlesnake Smile" by Christian Kane 
     2. "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown
     3. "Whataya Want from Me" by Adam Lambert
     4. "Breaking Inside" by Shinedown
     5. "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert
     6. "Anything's Better Than Feeling the Blues" by Martina McBride
     7.  "Breathe Today" by Flyleaf
 

The last 7 books I read
Uh... I don't remember, so I'm doing this my way

1. (Currently reading) Velveteen by Danny Marks
2. (Currently reading) Blackwood by Gwenda Bond
3. The Marriage Bargain by Jennifer Probst <3
4. Professor Gargoyle (Tales from Lovecraft Middle School) by Charles Gilman
5. Wrong Bed, Right Guy by Katee Robert <3
6. (Next up) The Angel by Tiffany Reisz
7. (Next up) Try Me by Diane Alberts

Seven favorite movies
Oh hell no. I have too many. I'm just going to list four recent ones I loved

1. The Avengers (*happy sigh*)
2. Cabin in the Woods (seriously, I love Joss Whedon)
3. The Amazing Spiderman (though I could have done without the thousands of spiders--wasn't one enough?)
4. Sherlock Holmes 1 & 2 (RDJ--it needs no other explanation than that)
5. X-Men: First Class (Fassbender as Magneto--totally rooting for the bad guys)
6. Star Trek (I don't care that they fucked with canon. I LOVED this movie)
7. Tangled (Don't pretend you don't have it bad for Flynn Ryder too. You know you do--it's the smolder)

Seven favorite authors
Nope. Just going with authors whose work I love. If I missed someone, I apologize, but I may space and not include a "favorite" because there are too many I enjoy.

1. Kelley Armstrong (always)
2. Tiffany Reisz
3. Katee Robert
4. Skyla Dawn Cameron (Not sucking up to my editor, I just love her work)
5. Kady Cross
6. Allison Pang
7. Hannah Moskowitz

Seven songs that are significant to my stories
What the...? See the list up there where I did most played? That would be because they are on more than one of my playlists. So, instead, i'm going to do musical artists whose work is often significant to my stories.

1. Shinedown
2. Adam Lambert
3. Daughtry
4. Miranda Lambert
5. Christian Kane
6. David Cook
7. Paramore

And seven more people upon whom I will bestow this "award"!

Yay! Victim time!

1. Katee Robert
2. Suzanne Lazear
3. Angela Addams
4. Danielle LaPaglia
5. DB Reynolds
6. Lola Drake
7. Ella Grey

Tuesday Teases: Danielle LaPaglia

You are in for a special treat today, but only if you are 18 or over. Got that? Adults ONLY, so all you dirty-minded teenagers, move along.

Anyway, Danielle LaPaglia, one of my fellow Rebels from writing group is honoring us not only with the pleasure of her beautiful company, but also with an excerpt from her erotic story Should Have Said No. Danielle is a master of flash fiction, specializing in horror, and her series on the seven deadly sins isn't to be missed. She participates in Friday Flash every week, and this Friday is being kind enough to allow me to post a piece of flash that will be recognizable to anyone who has read Of Course I Try (those of you who wanted more Max, he'll be there). Please check out her flash fiction on her blog and follow her on Twitter. She's funny and brilliant, and a little scary sometimes (but only in the best way). Without further ado, here is her excerpt from Should Have Said No.

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REMINDER! NO ONE UNDER 18 PERMITTED BEYOND THIS POINT!

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Should Have Said No – Excerpt – by Danielle La Paglia

It was painfully clear that she wasn’t getting back to sleep so she tossed the blanket aside and went to wash her face. Her long hair pulled back in a low-ponytail, she slipped on her sports bra, shorts and running shoes. The beach was only two blocks down; a morning run was just the thing to clear her mind. She chugged a half a Gatorade from the fridge, stretched and headed out the door, not bothering to leave a note.

The street was quiet, the air cool against her skin, but the run would warm her in no time. A wide sidewalk stretched between multi-million dollar homes and the open beach. She turned South, toward Balboa, and took off. Later in the day this same stretch would be crammed with bicycles and roller-bladers, but for now she was alone. A few surfers waited in the water, but the beach was deserted. Pale light edged brighter between the homes on her left, turning the sky a beautiful pale blue as it pushed back the twilight.

A light sweat broke across her skin, cooled by the breeze coming off the ocean. She ran, not thinking about the man from the bar last night, or her heart-broken friend passed out in her room. She concentrated on the rhythm of each step slapping against the sidewalk, each breath passing in and out. Everything faded, the houses on her left, the ocean on her right; it was her and the pavement and nothing else. Forty minutes later, she was standing beneath a stream of hot water. It poured over her skin the way his gaze had the night before. She closed her eyes and saw him again, standing confident and gorgeous before her. Instead of reaching for the chair, this time he reached for her. His fingertips trailed across her skin.

Mimicking her vision, she smoothed her hand across her body, up her arm, across her shoulder and down to cup one breast. Despite the heat of the shower, her nipple was a hard bud. She rolled it between her finger and thumb, teasing it. Her other hand trailed lower, gliding across her stomach and down between her legs. She parted them slightly, allowing better access for her finger to slip between the soft folds.

Her breath caught. She squeezed her nipple almost to the point of pain, and drove her finger inside, imagining it was him, the beautiful stranger from the bar. She could almost feel his breath on her neck, his cheek against hers. Her movements became more rapid, urgent with the need to climax. It built inside; she slid her finger up, circling her clit again and again. A white heat burst between her legs, flooding through her core and into her limbs. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

The sensation ebbed; her muscles relaxed and she gave a final stroke, sending a last jolt through her nerves. One hand on the wall, she leaned into the spray. It poured down her scalp, caressing her tingling flesh before disappearing in the drain.

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Danielle is an urban fantasy junkie whose favorite fix comes from the likes of Kelley Armstrong, Rachel Caine, and Patricia Briggs. She writes horror of every kind: ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and even monsters of the human variety. She is a member of Kelley Armstrong’s online writing group and participates in #fridayflash on Twitter where she posts weekly flash fiction on her blog. She is completing edits on her first novel, The Watchers, and is hard at work outlining her next urban fantasy project. Danielle is also the last Jedi warrior to study under the nearly extinct Scotnadian Yoda.