Non sequitur of the evening:
“I believe anal on the first date is a bad idea.”–Mr. R.
It was a week. I can’t complain, not really. We had a Cat 5 hurricane barreling toward us, and ended up losing power for only about 15 hours. No damage to the house, just a lot of tree branches and debris down in the yard. Parts of the Keys are devastated. I almost feel guilty for feeling relieved.
Local news was 24/7 hurricane coverage for a good five days, warning us of doom, gloom, and imminent disaster. We had no idea what was going on in the rest of the world.
When the electricity and internet were back up, I was ready to go back to normal life. Not so fast, though. Not everyone around here has had their power restored. We were apparently among the very fortunate. And the county just lifted the curfews they’d enacted. For quite a few days, there was no going anywhere from dusk to dawn.
Cabin fever forced Mr. R. and I to go exploring on Wednesday. On the most off chance, we cruised by one of our favorite watering holes, knowing that because it’s on the water, it would definitely be closed.
It wasn’t. Precious few people knew, so it was blissfully uncrowded and we spend a nice hour decompressing toward normal.
I’m ready to feel good again. So for tonight’s serenade, I’m bringing along Ed Sheeran with Castle on the Hill. I love this song. It makes me feel happy.
I hope you’re enjoying this September evening. Is it cool where you are? It’s still steamy hot here. Hug those you love, and maybe consider donating to hurricane relief. Between Texas and Florida, there are a lot of hurting folks out there.
Happy Saturday night!
It’s the third book in my Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone light BDSM novels featuring strong, red-haired submissives and the sexy Alpha males they can’t resist.
FOR SPARROW may be my sexiest book yet. Here’s the description.
When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated. He’s the only man she’s ever loved. Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years. Now she’s lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant.
But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet.
Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend. But it’s a damn odd arrangement—a platonic Dom/sub relationship. With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her. At her husband’s funeral.
A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking. But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.
Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi. She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies. In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive. But that’s simply ridiculous. He’s five years younger than she is. He couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Could he?
Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom. It’s perfect for the time being. Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?
And could it all end at the hands of a madman?
FOR SPARROW is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme. It’s the third book in the Dream Dominant Collection.
While FOR SPARROW doesn’t come out until Oct. 3, I’m running a special pre-order deal. You can reserve your copy for just 99¢ until release day.
I’m writing this post on Thursday. On Saturday, we’re supposed to be under tropical storm conditions, then Sunday (as of now), we’re supposed to have a Cat 4 hurricane pass right over our heads here in north central Palm Beach County.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, this isn’t our first rodeo. Coastal areas are going to be under encouraged, if not mandatory, evacuations. We’re about 15 miles away from the coast, so we’re just going to batten the hatches and hunker down.
Roads, and I mean I-95 and the Florida Turnpike, are crowded with folks seeking higher ground. But the storm is supposed to ride up the entire peninsula, so unless you’re planning on heading to Omaha (which we considered–our son and his wife live there), you might as well stay put.
I should be nervous. I’m certainly taking the situation seriously. We’re securing valuables, packing up some changes of clothes in case we need dry things, storing water, digging out the battery-operated and solar lights, etc. It’s pretty much a given that we’ll lose power and wi-fi. We have a well, so we’ll lose water until the electricity is restored.
But I’m feeling cheeky. So tonight, we’re Riding the Storm Out. And, as a two-fer, we’re going to Rock You Like a Hurricane. We’ll keep you posted, and we’d appreciate your prayers, if you’re so inclined.
Hug those you love–I know I will. Happy Saturday night!
Texas has been on my mind all week. The Cat 4 storm was unimaginable to me.
I’ve lived in south Florida for over 25 years, and I’ve been through a few hurricanes. A couple of them left us without power for 2 weeks at a time. But those were Cat 1 or 2.
And I thought the storm was the worst of it until they received over 50 inches of rain. 50 inches. It boggles the mind.
Folks who thought they’d dodged a bullet found themselves under water later on, as floodgates were opened to prevent the levees from breaking. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the images of boat traffic jams in the streets, ferrying survivors from their drowned homes to someplace dry. Or the men, women, and children plucked up in baskets by Coast Guard helicopters.
The stories of ordinary people who used what they had to help others touch my heart. There was the owner of a furniture store who opened the shop to give folks someplace dry to go and rest. That stands out to me.
Once the water goes down, it’s going to take a herculean effort to get things cleaned up. Families will be displaced for months, if not years. And many have lost everything.
If you’re of a mind to help, the Red Cross seems the way to go. I realize there’s been some buzz about the percentage of money that actually goes to victims. But I know that when disaster strikes, those folks with the red cross on their vests are the first ones who show up with food, blankets, a place to stay, and plenty of other things.
I hope you’re warm and dry tonight, surrounded by the ones you love. Be sure to give them a hug. Happy Saturday night!
P.S. There’s another storm out in the Atlantic, slated to be Cat 4 Hurricane Irma by this time next week, and possibly headed our way. Hopefully, it’ll just blow itself out before then. ❤
This is it. The final Summer Songs post. In these dog days of August, I’m feeling kind of lazy. And next week it will be September. Don’t know about you, but it’s been a good summer here. I’m ready for a change, though, a little cool in the air. Kids have headed back to school. Halloween stuff is already out at all the stores.
This song isn’t a summer song per se, but the video is all about lazy summer days and nights spent in the country. It reminds me of summer when I was a kid. Do kids play outside anymore?
I hope your summer has been peaceful and full of good times, memories you’ll look back on and smile about. Be sure to hug those you love. Happy Saturday night!
Mr. R and I went out for dinner last weekend to celebrate the closing of his first real estate listing. Unsure of where we wanted to go, we looked online to find some options. We really wanted to try someplace we’d never been before.
We landed on Cool’a Fishbar at Legacy Place in Palm Beach Gardens. The menu looked good, and the prices were moderate. The website offered us the opportunity to make a reservation, which we did.
When we arrived about 10 minutes early, we were seated immediately in a large booth. The interior is upscale indoor tiki, with lots of dark wood and woven rattan. Our server, Steven with a ‘v’, was both friendly and efficient, and extremely knowledgeable about the menu, which boasts fresh, locally caught seafood.
For dinner, Mr. R ordered the Mediterranean Seafood bowl–a mixture of shrimp and scallops with tomato, spinach and feta cheese, sauteed with white wine, lemon, butter, and oregono over angel hair. I chose the Island Grilled Salmon, which was topped with crabmeat and a Hawaiian aioli. My entree came with two sides, and I had the mixed baby greens and the Cool’a potato, a heavenly kind of au gratin served in a ramekin.
EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, was delicious. We ate like we’d just tapped out of Naked and Afraid. Across from us, a couple shared a slice of Key lime pie. I wanted some so badly, but I was too full to even think about it.
Suffice it to say, we’ve found a great new place to go for date night.
*The first three photos are taken from the Cool’a website. The last one, of my dinner, is mine.