Two great new covers for two upcoming stories…:)

Divine Intervention coming soon from Liquid Silver Books.

And Dead Reckoning coming soon from Loose Id.

One a political thriller with a slight paranormal element and the other a paranormal/menage/romantic suspense with a serial killer that will send chills down your spine…:)

Excerpts and blurbs coming soon…:)

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Trista

WOMAN’S PERFECT BREAKFAST
She’s sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.
 Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.
Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.
And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.
 
 Keep reading-they get better!!! 
    
   
WOMEN’S REVENGE
‘Cash, check or charge?’ I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.
 As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.
‘So, do you always carry your TV remote?’ I asked.
‘No,’ she replied, ‘but my husband refused to come shopping with me,
and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.’ 
    

UNDERSTANDING WOMEN
(A MAN’S PERSPECTIVE)
I know I’m not going to understand women.
I’ll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,
 pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,
and still be afraid of a spider. 
   
 WIFE VS. HUSBAND
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.
 An earlier discussion had led to an argument and
 neither of them wanted to concede their position.
A s they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,
the husband asked sarcastically, ‘Relatives of yours?’
‘Yep,’ the wife replied, ‘in-laws.’ 
   
 WORDS
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.
30,000 to a man’s 15,000.
The wife replied, ‘The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men…
 The husband then turned to his wife and asked, ‘What?’ 
   
 
CREATION
A man said to his wife one day, ‘I don ‘t know how you can be
so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.
 ’The wife responded, ‘Allow me to explain.
 God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;
 God made me  stupid so I would be attracted to you. 
   
 
WHO DOES WHAT
 A man and his wife were having an argument about who
 should brew the coffee each morning.
The wife said, ‘You should do it because you get up first,
 and then we don ‘t have to wait as long to get our coffee.
 The husband said, ‘You are in charge of cooking around here and
 you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.’
 Wife replies, ‘No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.’
Husband replies, ‘I can’t believe that, show me.’
So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says ‘HEBREWS’ 
  

The Silent Treatment
A man and his wife were having some problems at home
and were giving each other the silent treatment.
Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him
at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,
 ’Please wake me at 5:0 0 AM.’ He left it where he knew she would find it.
The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight Furious, he was abo ut to go and see why his wife hadn’t wakened him,
when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.
The paper said, ‘It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.’
 Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.. 
      

God may have created man before woman, but there is always a   rough draft before the masterpiece

I was flipping through the channels the other night when we were visiting my mother’s house. My kids were all there, including my oldest. I ran across the movie, The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I can remember back in high school Carolyn and I used to go at least one Friday night a month to the local theater to see the midnight showing. If you’ve never been, it’s one of those things you have to do at least once in your life. It’s such a blast, especially if you go when they do the live showing as well as the theater version. That’s when all the fans gather before the screen and act out the movie along with the movie. I remember one guy who could play Meatloaf’s saxaphone solo perfectly.

They dressed in costume. We threw rice during the wedding, sprayed water guns duing the rain scene, stood up and danced the time warp and of course screamed and yelled when Frankie made his entrance…lol.

While watching a few minutes of the movie, I yelled out some of the outragious things I remembered that went along with the dialogue and had my boys rolling.

Thinking about it now makes me want to track down Carolyn and go see the midnight showing one more time…:)

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Trista

Woohoo!!  Slaves is now available at Loose Id.

http://www.loose-id.com/Entwined-Fates-Slaves.aspx

Check it out…:)

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Trista

Available this month, Entwined Fates: Slaves…:)

Keep your eyes out for it…:) Until then, below is an excerpt. Hope you enjoy..:)

Lin began to pant, seriously close to freaking out at the idea of him spanking her. My God. Was he serious? Would he really spank her?

Her flesh warmed at the thought. His gaze traveled down her chest, settling at her breasts as he palmed one, gently cupping it beneath the bells, making them ring. Lin gasped, still held captive by the hand in her hair.

“Very nice,” he murmured as he pulled the clamp free of her nipple.

He rubbed his hand over it gently as though massaging it, before moving to do the same to the other.

She scowled up at him, and his lips twitched with amusement, but his eyes burned with a passion she’d never seen directed at her. The idea he wanted her that much made her stomach tighten.

He let go of her hair and spread her robe even wider, exposing the entire length of her flushed body to his sultry stare. He slowly walked around her, letting his fingers graze over her extended nipples as he moved to stand behind her. Her knees felt weak and shaky as he bent down to whisper in her ear.

“If we’re going to have to do this, you might as well enjoy it. Don’t you think?”

“Do you think I won’t?” she asked, almost breathlessly.

“I have no doubt that you will,” he murmured as he brushed her hair back from her ear with the tips of his fingers.

“Will you help me?” she asked again.

“I’ll help you get off,” he growled softly, sending a delighted shiver up her spine.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” he growled again. “Forget it for now.” He pushed her robe off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. “Right now we have a show to do, a couple of men to convince.”

“And how will you convince them?” she asked.

“By making you scream,” he whispered, cupping her breasts from behind.

Lin drew in a sharp breath and fell back against his hard chest for support as her knees finally gave way.

* * * * *

With his hands at her shoulders, Tony pushed Lin back up, and she moaned softly in protest. Her legs shook so badly, she wasn’t sure she could remain upright much longer.

A dark, sexy look lightened his eyes as he took her hand and led her to the restraining bar. Her heart leaped in her chest as he stood her before the long metal pipe with leather straps hanging from the center. A long metal cord attached the bar to ceiling, allowing the restrainer to raise and lower it as he saw fit.

“Don’t be frightened,” he said in her ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amazingly, she wasn’t. Not much anyway. For whatever reason, despite everything she’d heard about him, she felt safe here — with him.

Staring into her eyes, he took her wrists in his hands and lifted them above her head. She watched in growing fascination as he placed her hands through the restraints and wrapped the leather around her wrists, securing them snugly in place. With a small tug against the cord, the bar lifted, pulling her to her toes.

His eyes dropped to her breasts, and she glanced down as well. They were perky and firm, her nipples pink pebbles jutting outward. Her gaze moved back to meet his, where his held hers captive. She couldn’t look away from the hunger burning in his eyes if she’d wanted to.

She never imagined anyone would look at her like that — that anyone would want her like that. She’d always been confident, always knew she was pretty, but never imagined herself the sexy siren she always wanted to be. But when he looked at her like that, she felt sexy, felt as though she could be as wild and wanton as she wanted to be. That there wasn’t anything she could do or ask of him that would offend him, shock him, or repulse him.

“What are you waiting for?” she panted.

One eyebrow lifted, intrigue. Turning, he picked up a paddle lying on the small table behind him. Her heart began massive palpitations as he slowly circled around her, the whacking of the paddle against his palm echoing around the room like an ominous threat.

She smiled slightly in utter shock at how the anticipation only heightened her growing desire. Who would’ve imagined? Not she.

The paddle landed across her hip without warning with a stinging slap. She gasped as the sharp tingle morphed into a slow burn. Another landed across the opposite hip with a loud pop. Her body swung forward, her toes dragging across the cold floor.

She cried out, letting her head drop back momentarily as the sting raced through her body, making every muscle tremble in alarming pleasure. With the third slap, her anal muscles contracted around the dildo, and she shivered uncontrollably.

“This is insane,” she panted, close to tears.

The reaction she had to the pain of the paddle both shocked and terrified her. How could she find this pleasurable? How could she come from this? But she was so close — closer than she would have ever imagined.

“This is just the beginning,” he murmured.

From the Sun Sentinal.

We all know the dangers of driving while texting or talking on a cell phone. Now Florida Keys law enforcement officers add a new caution: Don’t try to shave your privates while driving, either.

Florida Highway Patrol troopers say a two-vehicle accident on Cudjoe Key was caused by a 37-year-old woman driver who was shaving her bikini area while her ex-husband took the wheel from the passenger seat, reports keysnews.com.

It wasn’t a close shave — it was a total wreck.

“She said she was meeting her boyfriend in Key West and wanted to be ready for the visit,” Trooper Gary Dunick said. “If I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have believed it. About 10 years ago I stopped a guy in the exact same spot … who had three or four syringes sticking out of his arm. It was just surreal and I thought, ‘Nothing will ever beat this.’ Well, this takes it.”

Megan Mariah Barnes should not have been driving.

The day before the wreck Barnes was convicted in an Upper Keys court of DUI with a prior and driving with a suspended license.

After the accident Barnes and her ex-husband, Charles Judy, drove another half-mile, then switched seats. Judy then claimed that he was the driver.

But the burns on Judy’s chest from the passenger-side airbag deploying told another story. The airbag in the steering wheel did not deploy, according to FHP.

Troopers charged Barnes with driving with a revoked license, reckless driving, leaving the scene of a wreck with injuries and driving with no insurance.

Remember: stay focused when driving and use razor-sharp judgement.

Oh, man. Only in Florida…lol.

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Trista

I’ve said it for years…

To think things can’t get any worse is a failure of imagination.

All my life, just when I think things are okay…BOOM, the other shoe drops.

Which is exactly what happened today when I met with our CPA. Big boom. So big in fact, I thought my heart would stop.

Note to all writers. Keep those damn receipts!!

My organizational skills suck, probably more than my grammar and spelling, which means it’s pretty darn bad…lol. I feel for my poor editor. I’m sure she’s reading my latest submission and shaking her head…lol.

I’ll survive though and live to write yet another smutt filled suspense story…:) Yay…lol.

So now that the tax suspense if over and I’ve been slapped on the hand for my bad organization—which in truth was a little disappointing. Where’s the whips and chains? The leather straps? Come on, I was a bad girl…lol— I can’ now move on and focus, I mean seriously focus, on my right offs for next year, which I need more of…sigh.

So, new years resolution for this year, albiet a little late, is to get off my lazy butt and do more conferences and book signings. Starting with RT in Ohio….:)

Hope to see you all there. I’m on the feary court this year, so wave to me as I walk across the stage…:)

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Trista 

Everyone that knows me knows how much I love the French Quarter…:) It’s one of my favorite places to go. Thank god I have family there, so I can go as often as I like…lol.

 I just love the buildings and the atmosphere, the whole party vibe.

 I usually make a stop at Cafe Du Monde but this past weekend there was a line half a block long. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen it that crowded, so we headed over to the Franch Market instead.

I find something to buy every time I go in that place.

My daughter and her aunt…:)

Despite the crowd, we had a fabulous time just like always…:)

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Trista

Nope, Cabrio isn’t a book…:) It’s the Whirlpool Cabrio washer and dryer.

I just saw a commercial for those and decided I’d post a review of the product.

They’re not worth the money.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I bought a set a little over a year ago. For a washer that’s supposed to be energy efficient, it sure uses alot of water. Mater of fact, my water went up every single month that I used it. Not once, did the water bill go down. I just love how that works. There was a recall on the washer for the computerized dash, which I found out about when I called for a repair man to fix another problem that ended up being related to the dash problem. $1,100 is alot to pay for something only to have to call in a repair man less than a year later.

The dryer is also a cabrio, but is gas. The only thing I can say about that one is it takes over an hour to dry a load of clothes. Not very energy efficient in my opinion.

So basically, it’s like I said in the beginning. They’re not worth the money.

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Trista