My new baby, Nay-Nay is growing like a weed and loves all the attention she gets…:)

Is this my good side?

Or is head-on better?

lol. she’s so spoiled…:)

Check out my new cover for Entwined Fates: Slaves.

Cover is by Ann Cain. She does such amazing covers. I love it…:)

The newest version is a remake of the one from back in 1972. Even back then, it broke ground and shocked viewers. Today’s version is no different.

It’s the story of a young girl who’s raped and left for dead. The people who did it, show up at the last house on the left to shelter from the weather. They have no idea at first, that the house belongs to the parents of the girl they left for dead and before the night is through, they find out just how far a father will go to avenge his daughter. And he does it in ways that will give the viewers nightmares for weeks to come.  (To this day, I cringe whenever I use my garbage disposal)

I think as parents we all have a little bit of that evil inside us. I know I would do exactly the same or maybe even a little worse if a man did that to my daughter. 

But the point of the post I suppose is the not the whole good and evil inside us aspect, but movie ratings.

I know, it seems like a huge jump in my thought process, but the other morning, I had the TV on, mostly for noise and the movie Jumping Jack Flash came on. Remember it?

I love that movie and hadn’t seen it in years. What surprised me, was it’s rated R.

By today’s standards, it would be a stratch for it to get a PG 13 rating, much less an R. Movies have to be pretty violent and hard core to get an R rating today. So what does that mean for movies in another ten years?

It seems producers and writers continually push the boundaries and when we become amune, they push them again. We went from Halloween and Friday the 13th, which back then was hard core but  today seems almost lame, to toture and mutalation movies like The Last House on the Left and Saw. And of course we can’t forget the movies like The Hills Have Eyes and the latest upcoming virus flick, The Crazies, which REALLY push the limits and border on grotesque.

Horror movies today are more about shock and awe than fear and suspense. We used to leave the movie a little scared. It got your adrenaline pumping and your heart racing, but in a good way. Today, we just leave the theater grosed out or dumbstruck and disturbed. (which was my case with the very disturbing 30 minute rape scene in The Last House on the Left.)

I often wonder, where do we go next? What’s after torture and rape? What else is there? I shutter to imagine…:(

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Trista 

I’m going to be out of touch for a few days, so until I get back, I’ve posted an excerpt from the upcoming, Entwined Fates: Slaves.

I hope you enjoy and I’ll see everyone when I get back…:)

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Lin made her way slowly down the hall toward Anthony’s room, trying to still the tremble in her fingers as Lia led her to what felt like her doom. Could she convince him to help her? Did she dare try? She hardly knew him.

Glancing toward the room next to his, she frowned as two men entered, shutting the door behind them. Lin knew what that meant. They would be watching.

Voyeurism was something they often practiced here, especially if there was suspicion. Her stomach flipped. Were they suspicious of Anthony? Or was it her?

She swallowed at the realization they would have to have sex. If they were being watched, they had no choice.

She closed her eyes, shivering as the cool air drifting through the halls cut through her thin robe to caress the naked flesh underneath. She struggled with her footing and the two dildos shoved deep inside her. The bells on her nipples made tinkling noises as she walked or took a deep breath, which she did now in an attempt to calm her rattled nerves.

Lia knocked on Anthony’s door.

“Enter,” he called from the other side.

His voice was deep and sultry, sending a shiver of unwanted awareness over every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Lia opened the door and pushed Lin inside. She blinked, trying to accustom her eyes to the darkened interior. Candles lit the corners, casting soft light across the room. Her gaze landed on Anthony, and she almost choked on a sudden intake of air.

He looked amazing standing next to the restraining bar. His shirt was open, exposing a wide, strong chest, baby smooth tan skin and a washboard stomach she was sure she could bounce a quarter off of. Long, silky black hair hung around his shoulders, doing little to soften the hard planes of his face. She’d never seen him with his hair down, but found she liked the look.

Way too much.

He walked toward her, his ice blue eyes narrowed, his lips set in a firm, punishing line, and she swallowed.

“What the hell are you –”

She stood on her tiptoes, quickly slanting her mouth over his. Tony stiffened, obviously surprised at her move. She backed away just enough to whisper and stare into his shocked, slightly confused eyes.

“They’re watching,” she whispered softly against his lips.

His eyes narrowed into tiny, blue slits. She traced his lip with the tip of her finger, her heart racing at the stubble as it scratched at her skin.

“They’re in the next room.”

Tony’s hands lifted to rest at her waist. His thumbs gently brushed over the material of her robe, rubbing her flesh underneath and sending shivers of delight up her spine.

“How do you know?” he murmured, then moved his lips to her ear, gently nibbling on the lobe.

Lin again swallowed, shocked at the growing desire deep in her belly. “I saw them just before I came in.”

“How do you know they’re watching?” he whispered in her ear.

“That’s what they do when you first come here. They don’t know you and want to see how you are with the slaves. If you really have sex with them. Sometimes they insist on being present. They like to watch the men whip the girls.”

Lin could feel the tension in Tony’s body as his fingers tightened against her waist.

“Has anyone whipped you?”

“Until you, no one had even noticed me.”

He pulled away and stared down into her face. She gazed up at him, temporarily speechless from the possessiveness shining in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” she asked, barely moving her lips.

Tony leaned down, this time moving to the other ear. “I’m here for you,” he whispered. “At the request of your father.”

“He came to you for help?” she asked.

His lips brushed the sensitive spot just under her ear and she trembled, grasping his strong upper arms to hold herself upright.

“In a roundabout way,” Tony replied. “If they’re watching, you realize we’ll have to have sex.”

She nodded, swallowing the growing lump of lust in her throat. Her muscles clenched and unclenched at the rods buried within her throbbing walls.

Sex with Tony was something she’d thought of on more than one occasion. She just never imagined their first time would be a show.

“Then we’ll figure out how to get you the hell out of here.”

Lin tensed and shook her head. She attempted to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

“I’m not leaving without Keeran.”

“You don’t even know if she’s here.”

“Yes, I do,” Lin replied, close to his ear. She struggled against the growing desire to suck on his ear lobe, to taste his skin on her tongue. “I know she’s here, I just haven’t been able to find where he’s holding her. This place is massive.”

As she spoke, her lips moved against his skin.

“Lin,” he growled.

“Please, Anthony. I can’t leave her. You have to help me.”

Tony grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, making her gasp in surprise. He glared at her almost angrily and her heart skipped a beat, then another and another.

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he growled through tight lips.

“I can’t leave her,” she pleaded softly. “She would do no less for me.”

Tony remained silent, studying her closely. Lin could hardly breathe as she stared back, getting lost in the depths of his cold, icy eyes.

The Man Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

Finally,the guys’ side of the story.
(must admit, it’s pretty good.)
We always hear“the rules”
From the female side.

Now here are the rules from the male side.

These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered “1 “
ON PURPOSE!

1.Men are NOT mind readers.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Sports

1. You have enough clothes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

How would you like to find this in your bag of valentine goodies?

Enjoy…:)

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Trista

We’ve seen it in the news for months now, the rising foreclosures, the renters caught in the middle and kicked out of homes they thought were theirs for the duration of the lease.

Well, it appears I’ve found myself in that situation.

Five months ago, my husband and I moved to Mississippi just south of Memphis so my husband could be closer to the Memphis airport. Commuting in and out of Memphis was becoming a huge strain. So we put out country ranch on five acres on the market and moved into a rental.

I was a little concerned about renting since I’d seen numerous times in the news all the horror stories. Never imagined I would find myself in the middle of one, but I have.

My landlord lost the house to the bank.

I was livid…still am. We told him we would probably be long term renters. We knew it would take our house a long time to sell. It’s too far out in the country. He said no worries. Things were fine and he was looking forward to having long term renters for a change.

Five months later, here we are, no landlord, no idea who owns the house or which bank to call, no idea how much time we have. Moving back to the country is an option of last resort. The commute for my husband is just too hard plus there’s the kids to consider. They just setttled into the new school. If I have to change them again, even back to Monterey, it would screw up my son’s high school credits. He’s currently taking classes here that Monterey doesn’t offer.

What a freakin’ mess.

Hopefully after a few calls on Monday we’ll have a few more answers. Hopefully…sigh.

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Trista 

I’m bored.

Yep. It’s Thursday night, dinner has been served, the kitchen cleaned, snow is expected tonight and I’m bored out of my mind.

I hate it when I’m bored. I’m figety and kind of blah. I pace looking for anything to do, anything that will relieve the boredom. So far, nothing.

I would love to go bowling. I haven’t been bowling in a long time. Years ago, I bowled on a league for the company my mother worked for. I had so much fun bowling a league. I really miss it. Maybe I should get back into that…hmmm…:)

I’m not much of a video game player, either so those are out. I can’t sit still that long, which often makes me wonder how I get any writing done…lol. But truthfully, even when I’m writing, I’m constantly jumping up to grab another cup of coffee.

I love my coffee. I drink it all day. My kids accuse me of having an addiction and truthfully, I probably do. I’m like Gibbs on NCIS when it comes to coffee…lol. Dont talk to me until I’ve had my morning cup…:) Thank god for coffee makers with a timer…lol. That way I get my coffee the second I wake up. No lag time…:) Lag times are bad.

Hope all is well with everyone.

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Trista

Frontline did an amazing video on Regional Airlines and how things truly are within the airline industry. It’s a scary world and the more you know, the more scary it is.

If you fly on a regular basis, think cheap tickets are important, or mistakenly believe the airlines are concerned with your safety, then you should watch this video.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/flyingcheap/?utm_campaign=homepage&utm_medium=bigimage&utm_source=bigimage

It’s very eye-opening.

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Trista