Time for another yummy!

Honey, how about a little breakfast in bed?

Do you like men with long hair? Really?

I just finished a book where the hero had "long, golden hair" he kept in a ponytail down his back, and I realized you don't see long hair on men very often.  Not unless they're biker guys, and usually have beards of equal length.

Do girls really go for the long hair?  On the opposite end, how about a young bald guy like Vin Diesel?

(Oh, yeah.  Now I could go for bald if it came with THAT package!)

Do not disturb.

I have five bucks that says she's not giving him CPR.

It's Mayhem Monday!

Food Sex -- Is it Porn?

Check out the link here for more pictures of food caught in the act.

Interracial romances seem to be one-sided

My publisher is Red Rose Publishing, and it has become very successful with its line of interracial romances. But I've been keeping tabs on the types of romances that seem to sell much better than others. At first I thought the sales were linked to individual authors, but after watching the Top Ten Best Sellers list over on the RRP website, I've discovered that wasn't exactly the case.

Romances featuring a black woman and white man far outsell books with a black man and white woman.

What I can't figure out is why.

Another sexual group survey, with unusual results

Brown Sexual Group Survey Finds Men With Higher Fico Scores Are Studs In The Bedroom

Click the link above to read what the survey discovered.  I guarantee it's interesting reading.

Hmm, I guess there's a whole more to that Free Credit Score (dot) com stuff than what we've been led to believe!

No longer fluid?

Has anyone else besides me noticed that the book lists are no longer fluid?  The only time you see a change in position and number of reviews is on Monday, when they update and add new releases.

I miss the fluidity.

*snerk* I love Icanhascheezburger LOLCats

ROFLMAO!  (Psst, if you don't get it, email me and I'll explain.)

Is Twitter the modern version of the C B radio?

I'm not on Twitter, but I know many authors who are.  I work during the day, and I just don't have the ability or time to sit on the computer and read all the comments scrolling down.  My evenings are blocked out in three sections:  fixing dinner, doing chores (like un-loading/re-loading the dishwasher, or doing laundry, or any number of things, including taking care of hubby and the kids), and writing.  Notice which one takes the back seat.

I wish I could participate.  I wish I had more time to advertise.  But then I wondered how long something like Twitter would last.  I remember back in the 70s when C B radios were The Big Thing.  I had one.  So did my folks, my neighbors, my siblings, and just about every car and truck you passed on the road.

How long will Twitter last before something else becomes the Next Big Thing?  Remember when MySpace was THE place to be?  Now it's Facebook.  What will come next?

Yippee! THE PEARL OF PASSION is going to print!

Yayyy!   Great news!  I just found out that THE PEARL OF PASSION will be going into print! 

Keep checking back to find out when it will become available.

It's Mayhem Monday!

They're called Boob Scarfs.  You can get them "au natural", with tattoos, or in colors.
I can just see myself getting in big-ass trouble if I tried to wear one of these to work.  Or anywhere out in public, for that matter!
More info here.

Ever heard the expression, "Save water. Shower with a friend."?

Apparently a British man has written a book called "Change the World For a Fiver", and the bookstore marketing it was giving away copies to children.  The only problem is this book includes sexually explicit cartoons meant for adult eyes only.  According to this link to Daily Mail Online,  "Sainsbury's said they made a mistake giving children the book, which also encouraged readers to shave intimate places, streak and chat up strangers." 

Check out the post if you want a good laugh.

Do you play with a rubber duckie in the bathtub?

Bet you would if he was a battery powered, waterproof vibrator.

More info here.

Women drivers

Explain something to me.  Why is it when I take things carefully and drive my best, I'm labeled a "pokey old grandma on the road", but when I'm clipping along at the speed limit, I become "one of those damn women drivers"?

Is it one of those "can't win for losing" situations?

Truckers

A trucker who had been out on the road for three straight weeks stopped at a brothel outside Vegas.  He walked straight up to the Madam, plopped down $500.00 and said, "I want your ugliest woman and a bologna sandwich."

The Madam was astonished.  She said, "Okay, sir, but do you know that for that kind of money you could have two of my finest ladies, plus a three-course meal?"

The trucker replied, "Listen, sweetie. I ain't horny. I'm homesick!"

Question: Body or Face?

A friend of mine noted the fact that nearly all the hunks on the covers of romance books these days are faceless.  She laughed and questioned whether it was because of bad photography (hey, I've been known to "chop" a head or two in my pictures), or because the guys were too damned ugly for a full shot.

Which made me wonder...  What would you choose?  An ugly man with a drop-dead body?  Or a gorgeous face with a not-so-hot physique?

Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe

Some people watch Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe on the Discovery Channel to see what kind of garbage he's going to dive into next.

I watch it for shots like this one.  (Yeah, that's a big, evil, goofy grin on my face you're not seeing.)

It's Mayhem Monday!

I must be a raging hetero.  I find nothing at all stimulating about this picture.

Hubby, on the other hand, thought it was rather "nice to behold".

Hey, writers! Stuck for a word?

Just get the poster and hang it up on the wall above your computer.

Isn't it just like a guy...

...to put on his shirt first before he shaves?

I heart t-shirt sayings with double meanings.

We were eating at a sports bar the other day, and I saw this picture flash up on the screen, so I checked it out when I got home.

You can get the full story here, but in the meantime, don't you love t-shirts with possibly provocative sayings on them?

Have a shoe fetish? Or just looking for some new bathroom fixtures?

Hubby was looking into some new faucets for the bathroom and kitchen, and called me over to get a glimpse of this tub.  It comes in silver or pink.  Rather garish, but I think it would look cool in a room in Vegas.  Or in one of those swanky hotels at some tropical beach resort, don't you think?

You can read more about it here, BUT BE WARNED.  TURN DOWN YOUR VOLUME, or MUTE IT FIRST.  There are some ads that begin playing about 10 seconds after you've landed.

Tired of the same old same old pinup calendar?

I found this over at LostAtEMinor.  I think it's rather interesting, but I fear the only men who would might buy it would be those who work in the medical field.

However, you gotta admit, it does give a whole new meaning to the term "getting a BONER".

On the more serious side, I found this compelling.

A South African doctor has invented a condom that females can insert into their vaginas to prevent rape.

You can get the whole story here.

It's Mayhem Monday!

If you don't subscribe to Failblog (dot) org, go do it now.  Or else you'll miss such MASTUR-pieces such as the ad for this gum.

Geesh, what won't they think of next?

Happy Fourth of July!

More yum!

All I know is his name is Marco.

Another take on those stress-reliever balls

You know those sand-filled or foam balls you can squeeze to help relieve stress (or, in my case, to get the fingers working again after a day of typing?) 

I found these over at Strapya.  They're also cell phone straps.  Pretty cute!  Give one to your honey to remind him of you.  Or they'd make great promo items.

While you're there, check out the Dancing Sexy Peach Butts video.

Crotchless panties

To spice up her dead sex-life, the wife buys a new pair of crotchless panties. She puts them on, together with a short skirt, and sits on the sofa opposite her husband. At strategic moments she uncrosses her legs ... enough times that her husband finally asks, "Are you wearing crotchless panties?"

"Y-e-s," she answers with a seductive smile.

"Thank God. I thought you were sitting on the cat."