summer color was brown tones with blonde highlights
color is on...just waiting
fall color, brown tones with copper highlights
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
Friday, November 5, 2021
steaming up the past, girls with turkeys, and bourbon punch for a group 🍁 November newsletter
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excerpt from the book of the month: The Fox
He had been sawing logs for the fire in the afternoon and his entire body had been, at one point, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. What remained now was the scent of his exertion and the lingering effects of the satisfaction that comes across a man when he has done a hard job well.
Darkness came very early. It was still a cold, raw mist. It was getting almost too dark to see. A pile of short sawed logs lay beside the trestle. March came to carry them indoors, or into the shed, as he was busy sawing the last log. He was working in his shirt-sleeves, and did not notice her approach; she came unwillingly, as if shy. When she bent down he saw the firmness of her muscles and the easy way her strong arms moved the logs. She was a fine prey, indeed and they both knew it. He saw her stooping to the bright-ended logs, and he stopped sawing, letting his probing gaze rake across her. A fire like lightning flew down his legs in the nerves and he was more aware of March than he ever had been. Everything about her called to him, her scent, her body, her essence. It was not enough to be near her. He needed to possess her. Indeed, master her.
"March?" he said in his quiet, young voice.
She looked up from the logs she was piling.
"Yes!" she said.
"I wanted to ask you something," he said, feeling that lightning fire burn in his limbs.
"Did you? What was it?" she said. Already the fright was in her voice. But she was too much mistress of herself. And it was that control, he realised, that he most wanted to take from her. She would weaken and give herself to him. He would see to it. As he felt that was what he wanted, he knew she must want it too.
"Why"—his voice seemed to draw out soft and subtle, it penetrated her nerves—"why, what do you think it is?"
She stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and stood looking at him transfixed, without answering. Again he burned with a sudden power.
"Well," he said, and his voice was so soft it
seemed rather like a subtle touch, like the merest touch of a cat’s paw, a
feeling rather than a sound. "Well—I wanted to ask you to marry me."
March felt rather than heard him. She felt him everywhere—on
her face, across her breasts, deep inside her, filling her and taking her soul.
She was trying in vain to turn aside her face. A great relaxation seemed to
have come over her as she had known this moment was coming and finally it had
arrived. She stood silent, her head slightly on one side. He seemed to be
bending towards her, invisibly smiling as he came for her. It seemed to her
fine sparks came out of him, ready to jump across to her and burn through her
skin.
Wednesday, November 3, 2021
interview with Dead Girls Talking podcast
Minda and Jenna chat with author of several romance and
erotic novels, Isabelle Drake. Drake’s latest works- Servant of the Undead and
Mistress of the Undead- veer into a lesser known realm of paranormal erotica:
Zombies.
Watch out, sparkly vampires. The zombies are coming.
Hit here to listen to my hour long chatty interview on Spotify.
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Isabelle Drake does trivia
I am not a competitive person by nature, but I had a great time on the Pub Experience Trivia podcast. There were enough pop culture questions to keep me feeling at home.
Pub Experience Trivia strives to bring the best parts of Pub
Trivia: good Trivia, fun times with friends, and drinking!
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Friday, October 8, 2021
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