On Thursday, my co-podcaster, Shaun, and husband guy, takes over the blog.
He’s adorable. I hope you’ll read what he says even if he does occasionally sound like a surfer dude from the 1990s or Captain Pontification. And no, we don’t always agree. 🙂
If I was to ask you what your favorite place in your residence is, what would be the reply? I am sure that the answers would vary greatly, but I am also sure that many of you would answer the same as I would.
I love, I mean absolutely love, my life! Because of this love of my life, I strive to utilize every waking moment to its fullest. However, there is nothing more relaxing than lying down in bed and going to sleep in complete comfort. Especially if you have the warm body of your beloved cuddled up next to you.
Beds are special. Think about what happens in a bed; love is made; life is created; books are read; movies watched; dreams and nightmares take shape and sometimes unfold into reality; and our brains go to places not normally seen out of bed. Not all bed experiences are positive, but we can damn sure try and make them that way.
Early humans apparently slept on piles of leaves, grasses, and even ash, all designed with the idea of comfort and critter control in mind. We have evolved just a bit in our technology and design and now some of us have beds that are so comfortable that they can even self-adjust and regulate while we sleep.
That is a beautiful thing!
Take a journey with me here.
Imagine your significant other, smelling like holy hell, reaching down to grab your hand as you sit in your animal hide nightgown in front of the fire. “Would you accompany me to bed, my lovely?”
You look up with your soot smudged face. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure my darling.”
Walking into your shared shallow cave, you look down at the bed. “You haven’t changed out these leaves in weeks and the ash needs replenishing!”
“Aw, geez. Come on I will do it tomorrow at first light. Just lie down with me, baby.”
Never have you been able to stay mad at your partner, so of course, you lie down. They also lie down and snuggle up with you from behind, trying to stay warm as the fire wanes and the temperature drops.
You fall asleep but wake up shortly thereafter. Even through your animal hide nightgown you can feel something poking you in the small of your back. Angrily you swipe behind you, trying to hit the offender. “I am too tired for any shenanigans!”
You can feel your mate rustling around behind you, reaching over your shoulder and groggily replying, “Sorry, love. I was sound asleep. But this stick must have been buried in the leaves and was poking you in the back.”
Out of the corner of your eye you can see the stick flying out of the cave, making sparks fly as it lands in the embers of the smoldering fire.
“Oh, bummer,” you sadly reply as your bed partner resumes his cave shaking snoring.
So you see, even with the technologically advanced sleeping surfaces that we have now, mistakes can be made and sleep can be interrupted. That is why I never bring sticks to bed!
Hey! I know that was stupid but at least you know how good you have it.
Just remember, always extinguish your open fire before sleeping, never bring sticks to bed, a liberal sprinkling of ash will keep the bugs out and always Love Your Way Through It!
Peace and sweet dreams,
NEW BOOK OUT!
It’s super fun. An adult paranormal/mystery/romance/horror blend. Think Charlaine Harris but without all the vampires. Instead there are shifters and dragon grandmothers and evil police chiefs and potential necromancers and the occasional zombie and a sexy skunk.
It’s out November 1, which means you can buy it now, and I seriously love it. So, it would be cool if you bought it so I can be all motivated to write the next book.
Oh, and it’s quirky.
This is because most of my books are quirky.
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Alisa Thea is barely scraping by as a landscaper in small-town Bar Harbor. She can’t touch people with her bare skin without seeing their deaths and passing out, which limits her job and friendship opportunities. It also doesn’t give much of a possibility for a love life, nor does her overbearing stepfather, the town’s sheriff. Then along comes an opportunity at a local campground where she thinks her need for a home and job are finally solved . . .
But the campground and its quirky residents have secrets of their own: the upper level is full of paranormals. And when some horrifying murders hit the campground—along with a potential boyfriend from her past who may be involved—Alisa starts to wonder if living in a campground of paranormals will end up in her own death.
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It’s fun. It’s weird. It’s kind of like Charlaine Harris, but a little bit more achy and weird.