Monthly Archives: May 2011

Six Sentence Sunday 5/22/11

Welcome! I’ve chosen an excerpt from my upcoming release, LOVE ME TWICE, book three in the Lothario Series.

“Drew?”
A hint of uncertainty, or was it warning, tinted the single syllable. Whatever it was, it went unheeded. Drew moved. One hand curved around the back of her neck, the other closed over the arm of her chair. He swung her around, chair and all, and his lips covered hers.

LOVE ME TWICE releases on August 1, 2011 from Red Sage Publishing. Want to know more about the Lothario series? Visit my website – www.rozlee.net.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/8/11

Today I offer a snip-it from my femme dom novella, STILL TAKING CHANCES, which releases October 1, 2011. I know it’s a long way off so I shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but I can’t help myself. I absolutely love the characters in this one!


In this scene, Elgin thinks he’s in charge of what’s going to happen. Yeah…right…

No, he had nothing to fear from Ms. Frost Your Balls Winters. He’d go in there, tell her what was what, and have her naked under him in minutes. Maybe he’d let her spank him a little first so she’d feel like a real femme dom. He smiled. Yeah, she’d like that, and he would too. He knocked on the door. When she called out as if she’d been expecting him, he opened the door and stepped inside.

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Snake Charming

In the timeless words of Indiana Jones, “Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?” Fair warning – I’m telling snake stories, so if you can’t abide the things, now would be a good time to check out someone else’s blog!
I have to agree with the intrepid archeologist on this score. I hate snakes. Having been born and raised in Texas, I know about snakes. They are a way of life there. You grow up knowing the slimy critters are likely to be around. They’re in the brush, in the rivers and lakes, and sometimes in your yard. Many years ago, we moved to Southern California where there are no snakes in the water, mainly because there is no water, but rattlesnakes abound elsewhere. I didn’t grow anymore fond of snakes there. Then we moved to New Jersey, and one would think snakes wouldn’t be a problem, and for the most part, they aren’t. Except today, I came across one.
It isn’t the first snake I’ve seen since I’ve lived here, but it was the most worrisome. The others I’ve seen have been of the harmless type – if you don’t count almost causing me to have a heart attack. This morning, I decided to clean the pool enclosure. Every fall we cover the pool and put away the toys and furniture until the weather is once again conducive to swimming. This means every spring someone (me) has to remove all the leaves and branches that have fallen onto the cover and mounded around the fence. Other than being time consuming and work, it usually isn’t a problem.
I was minding my own business – leaf raking – when something slithered beneath the leaves I’d just turned. At first, I thought it was a millipede as I’ve seen some of those around here. Then I looked closer.
My heart skipped into overdrive and I jerked away, scanning for escape routes. My options were: 1) Climb the fence and run through the woods. 2) Go backwards and run completely around the pool. 3) Test the manufacturers claim that the pool cover could support the weight of an elephant.
I gave serious thought to option 3, especially if this thing tried to bite more than my leaf rake, which it did try to do. The sum total of my defensive capabilities was a rake, and an old one at that. Running held a lot of appeal, but if I did that I’d never know where the snake went, and there were still plenty of leaves around the pool for it to seek refuge under. Leaves I still had to remove. I wasn’t about the let the thing out of my sight.
I poked at it a few times with the rake, hoping it would get the message and go away. Harmless snakes take the hint. They know they are outmatched and flee. This one did not. Not a good sign. After a bit of a jousting match – I poked – the snake lunged open mouthed – I called it a draw and moved far enough away that I’d have a head start if it came my way, and close enough I could see where it went, if it decided to leave. After a while, the darn thing decided to find another place to hide, thankfully beyond the pool fence.
Once it uncoiled, I saw that it was about a foot long, not huge, but scary all the same. I was glad it left, but not so glad to see it slunk off in the general direction of an area I’d been tromping around in just a few days ago armed with nothing more than a bow saw. That area is now designated as protected, and will from now on be allowed to grow without human interference – unless that human is someone other than me.
I did learn something today – other than that we do have rattlesnakes in New Jersey. Snow shovels make excellent long handled leaf scoops! Necessity is the mother of invention.

Mayday Mayhem

Mayday is here. That means it’s time to kick off your shoes, drape yourself in flowers and dance around a large phallic symbol in the woods. Exactly why you would want to do this, I have no clue. As a writer, I am honor bound to delve into the reasoning behind such odd behaviors, so I put on my research hat and went to work.
There are all kinds of explanations that originate from nearly every ancient civilization known to man. Back in the day, before Christianity found the Europeans, and said Europeans bowed to various deities, the pagan Celts built bonfires and paraded themselves and their cattle between them to purify them. The Germans attached ribbons, or something, to trees and danced around for the heck of it.
On a more technical side – May 1st falls roughly half way between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice. For the northern hemisphere, it marks the beginning of the growing season, and the end of winter. Truly a cause for celebration – then and now. This makes some sense, as surviving winter back in the day was no easy feat, and the promise of a growing season to replenish storehouses for the next winter must have been a huge relief.
Every year I anticipate the first signs of spring with undisguised eagerness. There’s something about a stout little crocus pushing through the snow that warms my heart. It’s a promise of good things to come, a promise of renewal that almost makes me want to dance naked in the woods, so I can see where these ancient peoples were coming from – sort of.
Have you noticed only women celebrate Mayday?  Why is that? I can only guess. Women were the ones with the most to gain by the arrival of Spring. Can you imagine being trapped in a drafty abode for months with a bunch of hairy, unwashed, bored and horny men? The day the women threw the castle or hut doors open in the Spring, and tossed their men through them, was a day worth celebrating! What a relief that must have been!
 I’m sure this is where the tradition of Spring-cleaning comes from. Throw the men out, open the doors and windows, and sweep out the accumulated nastiness from the forced cohabitation of winter. I can see why the women ran to the woods to gather flowers and dance around. The men, on the other hand, probably weren’t so excited. The coming of Spring meant they had to go to work. No more lazing around, tupping the missus anytime they wanted, eating and drinking, and telling the same old glory days stories to their captive audience. No wonder there aren’t any references to men dancing around a maypole.
Now that I think of it, the whole dancing around the phallic symbol makes more sense now. After all the women had been through over the long winter months, I see the maypole dance as symbolic. Who wouldn’t want to strangle or at least restrain that member, if even symbolically, after months of non-stop action with a less than hygienic male? The men were probably hiding in the woods lest their women forget about the symbolic gesture, and take their celebration to a less symbolic level.
All that being said, I’m glad to see May arrive. Spring is just now arriving to the more northern areas of the country, and I’m anxious to open the doors and windows, and throw a few things out. Maybe I’ll take a walk in the woods or pick some pretty flowers, but I don’t think I’ll be dancing around any phallic symbols. How about you? Will you be celebrating Spring today?