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Again, sorry for the sucky connection, but we made it through in spite of.

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Chat with me the author of YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN! 4/3 @ 9:00PM EST

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Come join my while I discuss my debut book YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN

We’ll also talk about the writing process, being a new author and what new projects I have coming up.

So come sit back and relax and have fun!

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Sicilians..Gotta love them.

Cue the Godfather theme music….

As most of you know, and maybe not. My BFF, hubby, confidant, Knight in shining armor is a direct product of Palermo, Sicily. His father actually ran with Lucky Luciano and Myer Lansky back in the day. He even has a picture of him and his gang having lunch at some restaurant. His dad is like 99 years old. Seriously.

Anywho, Giuseppe will tell anyone, especially woman, that if you date a Sicilian, two to one, you’re dating someone that’s done ten to twenty.

Which brings me to this.

He comes from a HUGE family. Ninety-five percent of them are hard honest working people. His favorite uncle use to be a Politian that fought against the mafia and help clean up Palermo.

Use to be. He was murdered ten years ago. His torso was found in the river.

Giuseppe’s cousin belonged to the gang that did it. It was his father.

He went to the funeral vowed vengeance and two weeks later, three men where found sliced up in an alley.

He’s been on the run ever since…

Until now.

He’s back!

Our mutual “friend” called us from the States (We’re in Toronto now as I type this) and said, “Hey, guess who called?”

Giuseppe was in tears. Me too, but for a different reason. I don’t like this guy. He’s evil personified. Yeah, I had the pleasure of meeting him. He’s charming, Never trust charming people.

Giuseppe wants him to turn himself in. The worse he’ll get is life.

I know, you’re asking, “Isn’t that bad enough?” You read the stuff prior right?

So we’ve had a very emotional conversation with cousin. Don’t know where he is. And really don’t want to know. But we are trying to convince him to do the right thing

We’ll see. Stay tuned

Cue exit Godfather theme music

What's with HUGE furniture in small places?

Names and locations are omitted to protect the innocent.

Okay, I have a relative that lives in this small apartment. One bedroom, NO DEN NO, DINNING ROOM. Remember that.

Just a bedroom, bath, kitchen and living room. Can’t be more than 700sq feet total.

So why do I walk in and bump into a HUGE couch, then turn around and bump into a HUGE love seat, try to step into the kitchen and stub my toe on a HUGE entertainment center with a HUGE T.V.

But wait. In front of the HUGE loveseat there is a HUGE coffee table, and if you take half a step forward…you ain’t gonna believe this. I slam into a HUGE dining table that seats 6!!! It’s butted right up against the couch so you can’t pull out one chair or sit on the couch!

Remember – no dining room folks.

Now this relative does this ALL THE TIME! I don’t care what place she moves into, she can’t seem to get the concept of SCALE!!!

Oh, we won’t even talk about the bedroom. But you have a pretty good idea right?

Do you know someone like this? That buys HUGE furniture that’s made for Buckingham Palace, but they live in Tiny Tim’s house?

What’s with that?

Oh, she also has the plastic on the furniture. The couch, the loveseat. Even down to the legs of the chairs for the dining table – CUSTOM MADE!

Was that an Interracial Couple on Match or eharmony.com????

It was on one of those online date things. I was just walking into the room and kinda saw the last few seconds of it. But yep, she was a sister for sure. Dark skin and two –toned French braids and he was white with dark hair and facial hair. Unless he was a really light brotha. LOL!

However the announcer seemed to stress. "We match based on compatibility." So it was possible that it was a mixed couple

YAAAY them!

So you do realize I’m going to be looking out for the commercial again right?

If any of you guys see itm holler!

YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN IS NUMBER #1!!

WHOO-HOO!

YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN IS NO. #1!!!

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YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN IS OUT!

Who is going to fix who up with what?

Alexis Harrison has bought the American Dream. She purchased a huge Colonial fixer-upper in a posh neighborhood. She’s now ready to have a house warming party. All she has to do is find the right person or persons to help her do all the hard work. No problem. She has met and hooked up with the local handyman, the sexy Tony Castellano. But when her house starts falling apart at the seams, so does she. But Tony is there ready to fix things—and not just the house.

Tony Castellano, wants to be more than the local handyman to the sexy new neighbor Alexis Harrison. But he’s willing to fix her windows, her pipes and anything else that needs repair as long as he’s near her. But fate has come knocking. Now her house is a total wreak and she needs a place to stay. Now he can show her he can fix more than pipes.

Will Tony heat up more than the water or will Alexis deep freeze him?

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YOUT LOCAL HANDYMAN IS OUT!!

Yeah, I know I mentioned this yesterday, but I jumped the gun. LOL!

Who is going to fix who up with what?

Alexis Harrison has bought the American Dream. She purchased a huge Colonial fixer-upper in a posh neighborhood. She’s now ready to have a house warming party. All she has to do is find the right person or persons to help her do all the hard work. No problem. She has met and hooked up with the local handyman, the sexy Tony Castellano. But when her house starts falling apart at the seams, so does she. But Tony is there ready to fix things—and not just the house.

Tony Castellano, wants to be more than the local handyman to the sexy new neighbor Alexis Harrison. But he’s willing to fix her windows, her pipes and anything else that needs repair as long as he’s near her. But fate has come knocking. Now her house is a total wreak and she needs a place to stay. Now he can show her he can fix more than pipes.

Will Tony heat up more than the water or will Alexis deep freeze him?

GET IT FROM RED ROSE PUBLISHING!

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YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN IS OUT!

Yes it's a day early folks! YAAAY ME!

Stop by RED ROSE PUBLISHING and pick up a copy.

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YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN due out MARCH 12TH!!!

YAAAAAY ME! LOL!

Your Local Handyman

By Stephanie Williams

Chapter One

Tony stood outside her door and began straightening his T-shirt. He looked at his reflection in her window and wondered if he should have put on something more presentable.

“Come on, Tony, you’re going to look at the woman’s roof, not take her to the Waldorf.” He rang the bell and waited.

As he did so, he began to think back to when they first met.

They had been talking and going to home stores for the past six months, since she moved to Marin County. The first time they met was at the block party the neighbors threw to welcome her to the neighborhood.

Someone had mentioned he was the local handyman and that he’d done work on almost everyone’s house on the block. She had seemed impressed and told him she would give him a call if she ever needed his services.

Considering the house she had purchased, she needed his services—like yesterday! It was a true fixer-upper, so when she called the first time, he just knew they would get chummy, perhaps more.

But nope. She had wanted only his advice on flooring, rugs, window seals, door jambs—anything and everything to do with renovations. Their conversations never strayed. She looked at him strictly on a professional level.

Hell, whenever he had a chance to go to her house, she was never home. She left her keys with Mrs. Benson, her closest neighbor, and Mrs. Benson always let him in. There was the usual note on the foyer table telling him what needed to be fixed or asking his opinion about flooring or such.

But that was okay. Those times they were together, either in the lighting department at the local design center or sitting with a slice of pizza outside the home store while a clerk loaded her new lumber, were worth the wait.

But he waited for that one call. The call when he could come over while she was home and they would be alone. In the meantime, he had fantasized about making love to her every which way ‘til Tuesday.

Yep, he was jonesin’ for Ms. Alexis Harrison. Tall and voluptuous. She had so many curves it was enough to give him whiplash. Her face was framed by a mass of thick, curly dark hair, and she had gorgeous mocha skin. And those lips. Mamma Mia! They should be outlawed for causing spontaneous hard-ons!

Despite his growing need and excitement, he had kept the conversation professional when he took her call.

“Hello, Tony. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
Honey, you can’t help but disturb me. But it’s all good. “No, not at all. How are you doing?”

“Not good. I think I need a new roof. I’ve been putting it off because I know the cost, but after this last rain, I can’t do that anymore. I’m having a housewarming party in three weeks. I’m going to need it done before then, if it’s possible,” she quickly added.

“It’s possible, but you did wait a little long. Remember, I told you, that’s the first rule when buying a fixer-upper—fix the roof first.”

“I know, I know. But I’ve been calculating all the stuff that needs to be done in the place and it’s really adding up. The roof costs most.”

“In more ways than one, as you see.”

“So I was wondering if you could come over and check it out for me. You did say you’d give me a good estimate for any repair work. Of course, this is more than just a repair, huh?”
He chuckled, then, “Don’t worry. I got you covered. I can probably give you thirty percent off your highest bid. Just do the usual, leave the key with Mrs. Ben—”

“Oh no. I need to show you this myself. ”

So she’s going to be there to give the grand tour. No leaving the key under the proverbial mat. Yes! “Um…may I come over now, or are you busy?” He’d crossed his fingers tightly and gritted his teeth.

“I just finished eating dinner, so if you’re not too busy, sure.”

He’d almost blew out a sigh of relief into the receiver, but instead said, “Great, I’ll be right over.”

Yes! Yes! He’d pumped his fist in victory and went to his desk for his keys.

He was halfway to his goal. Doing the work on Alexis’s place would be the easy part. Getting her to go out with him and share nights of passion was another.

Alexis opened the door, bringing him back to the present. It was then that he didn’t care if he had a T-shirt or any clothes on. He wanted to push her in the house and get buck-naked and freaky.

“Hello, Tony, come in.” She opened the door wider and allowed him in. “Thanks for coming right over,” she said, walking into the living room.

“No prob. You know I’m always available for you.” He looked around the living room. “It’s coming along.”

“Slowly, but thanks to your help, quicker than I expected. I didn’t realize how big a task it was to renovate a house as big as this one.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it together. But first things first. I need to see the damage to your roof.”

“It’s in my bedroom. Come with me.”

Boy, would he love to come with her…in the bedroom or any other room for that matter. He followed her up the stairs and to her bedroom.

As she walked in, he stood in the doorway and looked the place over. He never ventured anywhere in her house on his own except as needed to follow the instructions she left for him to fix this, that or the other. Until today, his work had been limited to the downstairs.

Her bedroom was a treat. It was totally fem without being flowery. It looked very Victorian. A huge tufted headboard and canopy framed a king-size bed. Her furnishings were large and ornate but not gaudy. Everything in her room was large. But he could tell that she was trying to fill space as well as decorate to her taste.

“Come on in, I’m not gong to bite,” she said.

“Gee, that’s too bad. I was kinda hoping you wanted a little snack.” He wanted to snatch back those words before they left his lips. But it was too late. The look on her face gave him pause. He couldn’t quite read it, but then she smiled and turned to her closet. “The leakage happened here.”

He peeked inside the closet. She was pointing at the ceiling and he immediately saw the problem. And felt his cock get hard.

“I had a bucket in here. But since it’s not raining, I moved it. I really need this patched up before the next rain. The weatherman said there was a big storm heading our way. So a quick patch job—”

“No patch job. We are doing a whole new roof. But first I need to get up there and look. I see a door up there.”

“Yeah, it goes to the attic.”

“Hmm, this is serious then.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Have you been in the attic?
“No.”

“This tells me that there in no protection on the attic floor. To be honest, I’m kinda scared. Could still be inches of water up there.”

“Do you really think you can fix this before my party? I really hate to impose such a huge task, when you could just—”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. Could you get a ladder?”

“Right away.”

He watched her as she ran to the hallway. Okay, he could breathe now. What was happening to him? He’d never had this reaction to a woman before, not this strong.

He wanted to push her against the wall of her closet and fuck her crazy, until she screamed.

Sweating, he leaned against the doorjamb. He blew out an exasperated breath and pulled off his T-shirt. That was better. It was hot in the room and he needed to breathe before he exploded. He was about to put his T-shirt in the dirty clothes hamper when he remembered that he wasn’t in his own house!

Damn Tony, what is wrong with you?

“Okay, I hope this ladder will do. I…” Returning to her bedroom, Alexis stopped dead in her tracks, staring. This time, there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. Lust.

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YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN Coming out March 11th!!!!

Your Local Handyman

By Stephanie Williams

Chapter One

Tony stood outside her door and began straightening his T-shirt. He looked at his reflection in her window and wondered if he should have put on something more presentable.

“Come on, Tony, you’re going to look at the woman’s roof, not take her to the Waldorf.” He rang the bell and waited.

As he did so, he began to think back to when they first met.

They had been talking and going to home stores for the past six months, since she moved to Marin County. The first time they met was at the block party the neighbors threw to welcome her to the neighborhood.

Someone had mentioned he was the local handyman and that he’d done work on almost everyone’s house on the block. She had seemed impressed and told him she would give him a call if she ever needed his services.

Considering the house she had purchased, she needed his services—like yesterday! It was a true fixer-upper, so when she called the first time, he just knew they would get chummy, perhaps more.

But nope. She had wanted only his advice on flooring, rugs, window seals, door jambs—anything and everything to do with renovations. Their conversations never strayed. She looked at him strictly on a professional level.

Hell, whenever he had a chance to go to her house, she was never home. She left her keys with Mrs. Benson, her closest neighbor, and Mrs. Benson always let him in. There was the usual note on the foyer table telling him what needed to be fixed or asking his opinion about flooring or such.

But that was okay. Those times they were together, either in the lighting department at the local design center or sitting with a slice of pizza outside the home store while a clerk loaded her new lumber, were worth the wait.

But he waited for that one call. The call when he could come over while she was home and they would be alone. In the meantime, he had fantasized about making love to her every which way ‘til Tuesday.

Yep, he was jonesin’ for Ms. Alexis Harrison. Tall and voluptuous. She had so many curves it was enough to give him whiplash. Her face was framed by a mass of thick, curly dark hair, and she had gorgeous mocha skin. And those lips. Mamma Mia! They should be outlawed for causing spontaneous hard-ons!

Despite his growing need and excitement, he had kept the conversation professional when he took her call.

“Hello, Tony. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
Honey, you can’t help but disturb me. But it’s all good. “No, not at all. How are you doing?”

“Not good. I think I need a new roof. I’ve been putting it off because I know the cost, but after this last rain, I can’t do that anymore. I’m having a housewarming party in three weeks. I’m going to need it done before then, if it’s possible,” she quickly added.

“It’s possible, but you did wait a little long. Remember, I told you, that’s the first rule when buying a fixer-upper—fix the roof first.”

“I know, I know. But I’ve been calculating all the stuff that needs to be done in the place and it’s really adding up. The roof costs most.”

“In more ways than one, as you see.”

“So I was wondering if you could come over and check it out for me. You did say you’d give me a good estimate for any repair work. Of course, this is more than just a repair, huh?”
He chuckled, then, “Don’t worry. I got you covered. I can probably give you thirty percent off your highest bid. Just do the usual, leave the key with Mrs. Ben—”

“Oh no. I need to show you this myself. ”

So she’s going to be there to give the grand tour. No leaving the key under the proverbial mat. Yes! “Um…may I come over now, or are you busy?” He’d crossed his fingers tightly and gritted his teeth.

“I just finished eating dinner, so if you’re not too busy, sure.”

He’d almost blew out a sigh of relief into the receiver, but instead said, “Great, I’ll be right over.”

Yes! Yes! He’d pumped his fist in victory and went to his desk for his keys.

He was halfway to his goal. Doing the work on Alexis’s place would be the easy part. Getting her to go out with him and share nights of passion was another.

Alexis opened the door, bringing him back to the present. It was then that he didn’t care if he had a T-shirt or any clothes on. He wanted to push her in the house and get buck-naked and freaky.

“Hello, Tony, come in.” She opened the door wider and allowed him in. “Thanks for coming right over,” she said, walking into the living room.

“No prob. You know I’m always available for you.” He looked around the living room. “It’s coming along.”

“Slowly, but thanks to your help, quicker than I expected. I didn’t realize how big a task it was to renovate a house as big as this one.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it together. But first things first. I need to see the damage to your roof.”

“It’s in my bedroom. Come with me.”

Boy, would he love to come with her…in the bedroom or any other room for that matter. He followed her up the stairs and to her bedroom.

As she walked in, he stood in the doorway and looked the place over. He never ventured anywhere in her house on his own except as needed to follow the instructions she left for him to fix this, that or the other. Until today, his work had been limited to the downstairs.

Her bedroom was a treat. It was totally fem without being flowery. It looked very Victorian. A huge tufted headboard and canopy framed a king-size bed. Her furnishings were large and ornate but not gaudy. Everything in her room was large. But he could tell that she was trying to fill space as well as decorate to her taste.

“Come on in, I’m not gong to bite,” she said.

“Gee, that’s too bad. I was kinda hoping you wanted a little snack.” He wanted to snatch back those words before they left his lips. But it was too late. The look on her face gave him pause. He couldn’t quite read it, but then she smiled and turned to her closet. “The leakage happened here.”

He peeked inside the closet. She was pointing at the ceiling and he immediately saw the problem. And felt his cock get hard.

“I had a bucket in here. But since it’s not raining, I moved it. I really need this patched up before the next rain. The weatherman said there was a big storm heading our way. So a quick patch job—”

“No patch job. We are doing a whole new roof. But first I need to get up there and look. I see a door up there.”

“Yeah, it goes to the attic.”

“Hmm, this is serious then.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Have you been in the attic?
“No.”

“This tells me that there in no protection on the attic floor. To be honest, I’m kinda scared. Could still be inches of water up there.”

“Do you really think you can fix this before my party? I really hate to impose such a huge task, when you could just—”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. Could you get a ladder?”

“Right away.”

He watched her as she ran to the hallway. Okay, he could breathe now. What was happening to him? He’d never had this reaction to a woman before, not this strong.

He wanted to push her against the wall of her closet and fuck her crazy, until she screamed.

Sweating, he leaned against the doorjamb. He blew out an exasperated breath and pulled off his T-shirt. That was better. It was hot in the room and he needed to breathe before he exploded. He was about to put his T-shirt in the dirty clothes hamper when he remembered that he wasn’t in his own house!

Damn Tony, what is wrong with you?

“Okay, I hope this ladder will do. I…” Returning to her bedroom, Alexis stopped dead in her tracks, staring. This time, there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. Lust.

***

Alexis mentally tried to pull herself together. This was the first time she’d seen Tony with his shirt off, up close and personal.

Tony Castellano was the finest man on their block. Hell, he was the finest man

ever. He had introduced himself at the welcome block party by taking her hand and kissing the back of it. He said he liked greeting beautiful women the Old World way, and being Italian, it came naturally.

He was actually third generation Italian-American. But he liked to use that line, she later discovered. So he was a ladies man. At least, that’s what she had thought after that introduction. In the six months she’d been living in this the pristine gated community of Bordeaux, she had not seen him with a woman. And they had been thick as thieves, at least when it came to home stores and lumberyards. He was always available when she called, and off they would trot to yet another mega depot.

She then thought he was gay. Someone that good looking had to be. But no. Whenever he was with her, even if it was just to talk about the latest in crown molding, he stared at her with that look, the look men on the make gave women.

He was probably having a dry spell. Or just needed to cool off before his next conquest.

That was okay with her. She loved his look. Boy, did she love his look!

Tall, dark and fine, he was the poster boy for Italian beauty. Midnight, wavy hair. Onyx eyes. Smooth olive skin that begged to be touched. She so wanted to touch it.

Every morning at breakfast, before she went to work, she would stare out her window with a cup of coffee in hand. She watched him as he headed off to some job. He was always shirtless. Hills and valleys of muscles graced his torso. She wanted to frolic through those hills.

Well, now she had him in her house alone. She needed the roof fixed. But she needed something else fixed, too. Her sex drive.

Seeing him day after day, night after night, wasn’t helping either. But what could she say? “Hey, after you nail the shingles for the roof, can you nail me?”

No, she would have to play it cool. Besides, who’s to say he was even interested in her? She was just one of the neighbors that needed the local handyman.

She slowly walked over to him, dragging the ladder, not once taking her eyes off that gorgeous, almost unreal body. Her hands itched to take a stroll through muscle valley. She wanted to rub her body all over him. What would he feel like? What sounds would he make if she caressed him all over?

Okay, she had to stop this. She felt herself literally drooling. “Um, I hope this is tall enough.” She placed it in front of him. He didn’t move. He looked at her with a desire that scared the crap out of her. Well, not scared, since could feel her panties getting soaked.

He swallowed hard. “I don’t have to look at the roof right now.” His voice was thick and hoarse.

“Oh? Then, wha…what would you like to do?”

“You.”

Is it just me??

People that shouldn't be naked or seen in spandex

Yeah, I said. Here is the reason for this topic.

Last week, here in sunny Southern California, the police were called to a church not far from us. About 6-8 miles. Why were they called? Because there was a naked man on top of it, pointing at people and patting his butt cheeks!

YES! You read right! he was charged with vandalizing a church cross.

The other day I was watching the news and they caught this naked shoplifter. What's with naked people going to 7-11 for Slim-Jims, Twinkies and a Slurpee!

And when I was watching one of my court T.V. shows (my guilty pleasure) The plaintiff was a nudist.

LaVerne sent me apic of what looked like a Manatee in spandex. This is the dud that dances to the Beyonce video. Yeah, it's funny, gave me a laugh. But it brings up the question.

WHY?

Now what do all of these people have in common besides the obvious?

THEY SHOULDN'T BE NAKED OR IN SKIMPY CLOTHES!

Why do people with scrawny, pasty, patching, pimply, flabby, wrinkly bodies INSIST on giving us a show? HUH?

This is why clothes were invented. Some caveman saw their neighbor doing his yard and said "UHG, him need to cover up. My eyes hurt."

See it's not like it's my hubby who still lifts weights and has a butt you can bounce a roll of quarters off of. Ahem..sorry I digress. Or a friend of ours who can stop traffic with just his shirt off.

Nooooo. It's the Michellan man or bubba or someone like that that's exposing themselves and we have to watch while eating dinner.

Have you seen this phenomenon? Let us know

YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN is coming soon!

As you all know (or maybe not) YOUR LOCAL HANDYMAN will be coming soon from Red Rose. I will get you all the due dates shortly

Until then...Enjoy the cover

What would you like to be known for?

This is a cross-post

As in writing!

This is a question I am asking myself lately.

Now I know most of the authors here if not all write Romance and Erotica. But as we know there is aways that one book in us that we want to write, that we feel that we have to write.

OR...

Maybe it's a genre that we want to change to.

Do you really want to write Westerns? Do you want to be the next Stephen King and write Horror? Do you want to make other children happy and write about cute ducks and bears? Or Teenage books that help them with life lessons?

Or better yet. Instead of fiction you want to write something that deals in history or a social commentary.

Or are you already writing what you want to write. Romance and Erotica is in your blood and the only way they can get it out is through a transfusion.

It's okay if you want to write something else that you are not known for, by the way. It doesn't mean you've turn your back on your first passion. Sometimes it just means you've grown a bit more.

What would you like to ne known for?

As in writing!

This is a question I am asking myself lately.

Now I know most of the authors here if not all write Romance and Erotica. But as we know there is aways that one book in us that we want to write, that we feel that we have to write.

OR...

Maybe it's a genre that we want to change to.

Do you really want to write Westerns? Do you want to be the next Stephen King and write Horror? Do you want to make other children happy and write about cute ducks and bears? Or Teenage books that help them with life lessons?

Or better yet. Instead of fiction you want to write something that deals in history or a social commentary.

Or are you already writing what you want to write. Romance and Erotica is in your blood and the only way they can get it out is through a transfusion.

It's okay if you want to write something else that you are not known for, by the way. It doesn't mean you've turn your back on your first passion. Sometimes it just means you've grown a bit more.

Reality Shows and a Trivia Question

Okay, I’m sitting down talking with my hubby, channel surfing. You know not really paying attention to what’s on the screen really and lo and behold this new reality show is being advertised.

You would not believe what the show was about. Jockeys. Yes, you saw right - jockeys. Those vertically challenged people that ride horses around a track!

HUH?

Okay, come on is television that hard up for entertainment. Now I admit I’m a nerd. Got a masters in history, lived in Italy, traveled around the world. I sing opera. And I will admit to watching the History channel and all those “Expand Your Mind” channels. I have over 2500 books mostly history in my personal library. But I have guilty pleasures too.

Court shows! Not Court TV. Although if an interesting trial is on I’ll watch, but no, court shows, Judge Alex, (hubba hubba) Judge Karen, People’s Court, you know them. I also love to watch the shows that talk about the UFO’s. Those are funny. Always hilarious watching a farmer with three teeth in his head: “I saw this here disk just a flotin’ in the air and me and my wife…” Yeah, I’m on the floor.

So I am not a television snob.

But Jockeys! Come on now. And the funny thing is I have horses. This is still crazy!

But this made me think of ALLLL the crazy reality shows they have out there and I think they are running out of ideas.

What’s next?

Mailmen. The true story of the men and women that deliver your mail!

Maids. What really goes on when you’re at work and they’re cleaning your house.

Cable repair People. Yeah, they really are watching what you watch!

So this also brings me to this trivia question.

What was the very FIRST reality show that got this stuff started?

Oh, and feel free to list your guilty pleasures

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

*SMOOTCHES*

What do you have planned with a loved one. And hey, even if you don't have that special someone now, how are you treating yourself today? Shopping (my personal favorite), a day at the spa, museum ti get some culture, treating yourself to a nice lunch?

Hubby is waiting on me hand and foot today. I think I'm even going to have him type for me as I dictate scenes in my other stories I'm working on.

I have a surprise for him to. I got his care detailed. Hehehe. He thinks it needed a tune-up and I sent it out.

Thanking all my New Friends

Just want to take this time to thank you for the invites and accepting my invitation for friendship. I am trying to make my rounds to every ones sites. They are all so pretty and creative.

If you noticed yesterday I had some issues. LOL. Trying to figure Multiply out. I think I have it now, but we'll see. So if you see multiple posts from me...HEY! That's why it's called Multiply! Because you're so busy posting so many things trying to see if it takes in the area you want! And you end up with multiple posts!

Well ain't that a...!

Contract With Red Rose Publishing!

Yes, you read right. I have a contract for my very first book. YAY! It's titled HANDYMAN. It's a short story, IR of course and a bit on the erotic side. It's been sent to an editor so the wait is on now.

I will give due dates, excerpts and a cover as soon as they become available.

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Again, still having problems posting. *SIGH*

Contract With Red Rose Publishing!!

Yes you saw right! I have a contract with Red Rose. YAY! The book is Handyman. It's short IR. Right now it's in the beginning stages, so I am waiting for edits. All you writers know how that is. So I will post due dates, excerpts and a cover as soon as possible.

What's happening With Me!

Okay folks. I'm having trouble here navigating my new text box1 So you might see this post fifty-zillion times. Anywho, this is a box about what's going on with me and my writing. If you want to post a comment, go to the TAGS area and click on About Me.

Hopefully this will work. LOL!

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