Wednesday, May 18, 2016


Yeah, like my posts would ever be wordless. This week's post, I think, are things we find funny. At least, that's what I'm going to do. Oh and I suck since I've forgotten Male Hotness Wednesday the last couple weeks. So here he is:

Aaaaand you're welcome. Now here are things that I find funny. 

Now run over and check out what the other bloggers find funny.

Jessica D

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Okay, so our prompt this month was: Write about the three things he could never tell her. And here it is. I hope you all will enjoy it.

Cait curled up next to Grigori and sighed. She was happy. Go figure. She never thought she’d meet someone who understood and accepted her. Hell, he did more than that, he loved her. And now they were talking about buying a home together. Spending the rest of their lives together.
Her friends though kept telling her to wait. Cait could sort of understand why. Grigori was an intimidating man not just in size, but in temperament. Cait’s best friend, Natalie, called him The Viking. Of course, not to his face. The man topped seven foot and had shoulders that could block out the sun. And Cait did love those shoulders and everything attached to them. Her friends didn’t know him though. He was funny and kind and, sort of, shy. He knew his size overwhelmed people so he didn’t say much, which made him come off much more intense than he actually was.
Her friends would grow to like him, hell her sister, Jill, already did. And Jill didn’t like anyone. In fact, Jill has called him good people and told Cait to hang on to him. Cait planned on it since not only was the man an incredible human being, but his large size made Cait feel tiny and waifish. Plus, he was a beast in bed. Oh yeah, he was perfect for her.
“What are you thinking about?”
His low, growly voice made her smile. Damn, she loved to hear him talk. His voice alone made her wet and needy.
“I’m just thinking that I’m happy.”
He rolled so the two of them lay face to face. She ran her fingers through his heavy dark hair that he wore past his shoulders. Yep, if she had gorgeous hair she’d wear hers long too. She even liked his beard, hell she loved his beard and how it felt rubbing against her body.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I need to tell you some things. About me.”
Nervous. Grigori was nervous. That made Cait nervous.
“Okay,” she said, slowly. “You’re not going to tell me you’re married, are you?”
He blinked. “No, hell no. Cait, you’re it for me. I love you. Why would you think that I’m married?”
“That’s the first thing that popped in my mind when you said you needed to tell me things.”
He sat up and laughed. “No, I am not nor have I ever been married. Shit, marriage wasn’t something I even considered until I met you.”
Cait pushed herself up so she could hug him. “So, what is it?”
“Okay, so you know the shop we met at?”
“Of course, the one with all the gorgeous wood furniture pieces that I was drooling over?”
He nodded. “I made them.”
Cait blinked. “Excuse me?”
“The furniture. I make it. That’s what I do for a living.”
“I thought you worked in the shop?”
“Yeah, I sort of do. I own the shop and sell my pieces there as well as work on private commissions.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I’m an idiot.” He ran his hand over his face. “In the past, when people realized I made furniture, they’d ask me for pieces. So I just got into the habit of not talking about it.”
Cait nodded. “I understand. People ask me to do computer stuff for them and expect it to be for free. Because, you know, I can do that. Not comprehending, or wanting to comprehend, that it’s my job and how I make my living.”
“Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”
“No, not mad, but going forward let’s be honest with each other. I love you and want this to work, but hiding stuff…I can’t do that. I need to be able to trust you.”
“Then I have one more thing to share and…fuck, there’s no easy way. Just know that I love you and would never, ever hurt you.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
Cait frowned as he rose from the bed and stood in the middle of the room. He was naked and God he was magnificent. Focus, she told herself. Get your mind off his fabulous body and concentrate on what he’s saying.
“Look, I’m just going to show you.”
Cait blinked rapidly as Grigori’s form began to blur into a shower of multi-colored sparks. A second later a gigantic beast stood where the man she loved had been. She scrambled back as the animal moved slowly toward her. It reminded her of a huge cat, but was bigger and thicker with dark reddish brown fur etched with black lines. And why did she care what it looked like? Other than she wanted to know what was going to eat her face off.
The animal blurred and a moment later Grigori stood before her. She didn’t speak, but watched the man she loved. The man who had somehow turned into a cat beast. Not possible. None of this was possible.
“So, yeah, I’m a shifter.”

Cait slowly nodded her head. “Uh, yeah.”

Now run over and check out what the other ladies have in store for you.

Jessica D

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


Okay, so when I first saw this topic I laughed. Because, yeah, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Truthfully, I'd go with someone dropping a huge pot of money on me and living out my life as a wastrel gabillionaire. Buuuuut, I don't think that's going to happen. Dammit! And growing up . . . yeah that's probably not going to happen real soon either since, on a good day, I average about twelve and a half. 

Anyway, the very first thing I remember wanting to be as a kid was a teacher. 
I remember forcing my poor sister, dog and stuffed animals sit in chairs as I "taught" them on my chalkboard. My Mom even bought me old textbooks to use in my teaching endeavors. 

For a brief time, I pretended I was a nurse. I read this amazing book Cherry Ames, Student Nurse over and over. 
I made my own nursing cap out of paper and would nurse my stuffed animals in the ward I created using the two bedrooms and the living room. Mom even bought me a doctor kit. Sometimes, I made my sister be a patient and she'd actually get the candy pills. She was so privileged. 

I had the usual daydreams about being a famous dancer or singer, but those pitiful professions faded in the face of becoming a pirate or incredibly warrior princess.

I wanted to be Xena before she'd ever been created. The best way to become all these amazing women was to write. I began my writing "career" at about twelve when I wrote my first book. It was all about an incredible female pirate. I don't remember much of the plot, but she sailed around, stole stuff and everyone feared and worshiped her. 

From there, my imagination could not be stopped. I could spend my days daydreaming amazing stories where I could star in each and every one of them. Yeah, I'm sure you can figure out what my grades in school were. LOL! Not good. 

I can thankfully say I've lived out two of my dreams. I was a classroom teacher for 5 years and taught in a museum for 5 years. I've also been a published author for fifteen years. Unfortunately, I can't figure out how to become a warrior princess. If anyone has an idea let me know. I am so open. 

Now go and check out what the other bloggers have to say. I will see you all next week. -- Gwen

Jessica D