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Addicted To Harmless Blog Party

Happy Monday, everyone!

You know what? I know I should be cutthroat, or at least thrifty, but I think everyone who wanted my Romance Trading Cards enough to say so last week should have them! Shoot me an e-mail (Miranda at mirandabaker dot com) with your address and I will mail them to you. Because I want you to be happy too. 😀

Do you want to party with Melissa Schroeder and me this week? Meet us here:

ADDICTED TO HARMLESS BLOG PARTY

Melissa really knows how to throw a party. There are more giveaways on that blog this week than I can wrap my head around. My party contribution is a Gift Card to Samhain, but as far as I can tell, she’s giving away e-readers, people. I feel cheap! However, she is an internationally bestselling author who has published fifteen times as many books as I have…

Can I tell you a secret? My alter ego finished her book last night. That means two things: Now I can finish Crystal’s story and the other super-secret story that has been setting my head on fire AND I’m ready to party. Hope to see you at the Addicted to Harmless Party! XOXOXOX!

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An Homage To My Favorite Sex Toy

Congratulations to Cathy! She made a new “friend” on The Forbidden Bookshelf last week. I can only imagine her delight when her shiny blue vibrating egg appears at her door! I’m sad I forgot to order the batteries (not included) to arrive with it, but I warned her. She’ll have a few days to procure them herself.

For those of you cursing in disappointment, here is the consolation prize. You can buy a friend of your own! And I think you should. In my opinion, every woman should have one of these bad boys. As much as I would love to be a 24/7 sexpot, always juicy and ready to go, I just don’t roll that way. Reading an erotic romance is my favorite way to get in the mood, but unfortunately sometimes even that doesn’t do the trick.

Now, some of you already know my husband is nearly perfect. He cooks, he cleans, and he’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys. In fact, he just whipped up a chicken pesto pasta dish for me, then took off out into the rain to gas up my van. He’s also good-looking enough that his poker girlfriend has him programmed into her cell phone as “Baldwin.” His only flaw is that he’s hot for me every minute of the day, and that’s not really a flaw, is it? I’d be crushed if he wasn’t attracted to me. Crushed! Desolate! But…

What’s a girl to do when her husband really, truly, honestly deserves to get his cock’s heart’s desire, but she’s too tired, distracted or cranky to get in the mood and the book she’s reading isn’t doing it for her? She says, “Honey, I want to have sex with you but I’m going to need a jump start from my friend.”

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Spank bank! Endorphins all around! Happy husband!

Everyone wins.

It’s good to have a friend! And before you ask, I’ll introduce you to my friend but I won’t share my husband. Maybe. 😉