Workout 2018 Volume 6, The Bump in the Road

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The continuing saga of my journey to getting in shape…

Day 22: I didn’t want to go anywhere, but Wife grabbed my ass and told me that working out was making a difference. I like when she grabs my ass, so I went to Pools & Fitness today. I’m easy, especially on a Sunday morning.

Day 23: I took the morning off and got a massage. My massage therapist noted that my leg muscles were stronger. No, I did not kick her. She’s nice, though she could do with a little less patchouli in her oil. I had to come home and have Wife wash me down with Dawn to get the smell to go away. On the plus side, Wife washed me down, so I’m not seeing the patchouli as a bad thing. Does that count as my exercise today?

Day 24: Yo-ga. Rhymes with yo-gurt, which is what I had for breakfast. I should go to P&F tonight, but I don’t wanna. (Read in a whiny voice.)

Day 25: I’m so flipping hungry that I’m going to work out by eating stuff. So far today, I’ve had toast, an apple, yogurt with blueberries, a Dove chocolate bar, and a Yasso frozen yogurt bar. I started out so well today, but it seems all bets were off after noon. #failday Here’s hoping I get my ass off the sofa tomorrow?

Day 26: My quads are getting stronger than my hammies, which causes my knee to hurt. So I did some exercises for those today, which made my ass hurt. Then we went to P&F. I tried out the bike today, I don’t understand people who put it at the lowest resistance. It’s just moving your legs, not working anything. Anyway, I started at 8 and moved it up to 10. I found that it surprisingly works my hips and lower abs. However, it also works my quads, which are apparently strong enough. I have mixed feelings about that.

Day 27 and 28: Worked, worked, worked, but didn’t work out.

Day 29: I wanted so badly to skip today, but then I reminded myself that I took the last 2 days off. I got into my socks that slide across the wood floor and did some belly dancing. This episode was called The Hippy Camel, which makes me think of my jeans lodged in an uncomfortable place. The workout was really fun. I liked the warmup, which combined yoga with extra stretchy stuff. I’m glad to see my flexibility is coming back. I missed that from when I had stopped working out altogether. We did shoulder rolls. As long as I ignore the crackling of my shoulders, it was a sexy move. Then I learned the “ethnic shimmy” which sounds kind of racist, but it’s just a sharp hip move from side-to-side. This, I could do–and well. Then we did a thing called “m-and-m’s” which turned out better than the candy. (Confession time: I do not like M&M’s.) The move was a little complicated for someone as uncoordinated as me, but I think I did okay. Even the switching is getting easier, though the narrator is now counting things out. Someone must have given them feedback to inform them that the people who were going to buy this video were middle-aged women with love handles, not professional dancers.

Weight: I have not lost any, but I’m stronger and I have more stamina, so it’s not a total loss. TBH, the only way I really lose weight is to not eat and take Claritin-D, and I’m too freaking old to do pull that crap anymore. Besides, I’m not having allergies right now.

See you next week!

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Re/Captured (DFBI 7)–Pre-order Now!

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Re/Captured (Doms of the FBI 7)

Keith and Katrina are back! Reader favorites Keith Rossetti and Katrina Legato from Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI 2) return for another emotional, sexy, and dangerous adventure.

Blurb:

When a day helping out at Legal Aid puts Katrina in the crosshairs of a serial killer bent on sending his version of romantic gifts, life starts to spiral out of control. Not only is she trying to plan her wedding, but work and home life are increasingly hectic.

Keith has doubts about Kat and the reasons she keeps postponing the wedding, so he sets out to recapture her heart. Meanwhile, the serial killer’s obsession with Katrina only grows—threatening her entire family.

Sacrifices must be made, but can love help them survive the fallout?

Warnings: BDSM, anal sex, D/s

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PG Excerpt 1:

Understanding Keith’s message—he’d wanted to put her mind at ease with regard to the children so that she could focus on submitting to him—she lowered her gaze. “Can I have ten minutes to put my bag away and freshen up?”

“Yes. I set out what I want you to wear.” His voice washed through her senses, overpowering her with peace and excitement.

“Thank you.” Briefcase in hand, she turned to follow his instructions.

“Kitty Kat.”

The unspoken order halted her. She turned back to him. “Yes?”

“I want a kiss.”

Closing the distance she lifted her face. He caressed her cheek with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist to support her lower back, two points of contact only. His lips brushed hers, teasing at a third point. He massaged, a gentle pressure welcoming her home and to her role as his submissive.

Slave to his mastery, she sighed into it, dropping her briefcase and lifting her arms to twine them around his neck, and she pressed her chest to his. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deep to taste and stab. The hand on her cheek slid into her hair, and the one on her back lowered to squeeze her ass. She forgot about everything. The stresses of her day fell away as she melted in the face of his demand.

He broke away to trail sucking kisses down her neck, stopping when the collar of her dress shirt got in his way. “Go,” he said. “Take your ten minutes, and then you’re mine.”

PG Excerpt 2:

“Put your dress on. Tell me how you look.”

Though he couldn’t see it, she parked her hand on her hip. “Keith, this is highly inappropriate, and it’s bad luck.” Her pulse raced. Though she thought of the wedding as a formality, she couldn’t help but get a little excited for the actual event.

His husky chuckle crackled through the phone. “I don’t believe in bad luck, and I can’t masturbate to mental images of you in that dress if I don’t know what it looks like.”

Her fake chagrin melted. She whispered her reply. “You want to masturbate to mental images of me in a wedding dress? That’s weird. You have actual pictures of me wearing lingerie.” He also had a picture of her pussy that he refused to delete. Good thing his phone was password and fingerprint protected.

“I like those pictures.” His voice dropped as the Dom in him asserted itself. “But, Kitty Kat, the wedding dress says unequivocally that you belong to me. Nothing is sexier than that.”

Her breath caught at his tone. “You’re such a romantic.”

“How about a picture?”

“Nope.” She smiled as she refused him. “I’m not bending on this. You can’t see my dress before the wedding.”

“At least tell me what the neckline looks like. And how long is the skirt? What are you wearing under it?”

She laughed. “No clues. You’ll have to wait.”

“Tease.”

“A tease would send you pictures of random dresses.”

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“Wow.  This book was so freaking hot!! [Re/Paired] has great balance….heavy on the romance with enough suspense to keep it interesting and that’s how I like it.”–Under the Covers Book Blog

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Workout 2018 Volume 5

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As I continue to work out…

My outfit is not this cool. Think: middle-aged housewife in pajama pants

Day 14: I didn’t do a video. I didn’t want to do anything. It’s too freaking cold outside. All I want to do is curl up under a blanket and read/edit Drawing On Love. I know I wrote it, but I’m loving that story! Plus, those 2 pounds disappeared after a day. (Yeah, I weigh  myself at the same time each morning.) Anyway, Wife dragged me to Pools and Fitness, so I did 20 min on the treadmill and 15 on the elliptical. Then I had  grilled mushroom, onion, and Swiss, with a side of Baked Lays. Imma workout, Imma eat.

Day 15 and 16: I hit P&F both days, doing 20 min on the treadmill and 20 on the elliptical. It turns out that I like listening to love songs while I work out. There’s nothing like being on the treadmill and singing along to Laura Branigan’s Power of Love. Judging by the looks from people near me, they found my choice of music strange. Or maybe they objected to my horrible vocals. Get headphones, people. Imma workout, Imma sing.

Day 17: Day off. Kids were at an event, so Wife and I spent time together.

Day 18: Did yoga this morning, hitting P&F this evening with Twin #2. I have not lost any more weight, but I feel great.

Day 19: Wife made me go for a mile walk with her and the dog. It was nice. Then I ate red peppers and cheese for dinner, half a bag of sour cream and cheese chips because I couldn’t stop, and a mint chocolate yogurt bar for dessert. I can’t seem to stop eating. I guess it took me 20 days to go off the rails. Better luck tomorrow?

Day 20: No working out today. Long work day. Grilled cheese for dinner. Beat Wife at Trivial Pursuit. Guessing is my thing.

Day 21: I learned the 3/4 hip sway, or something along those lines. I also learned “snake arms,” which I nailed due to my ability to do the wave. It turns out that 80’s break dancing moves were useful! Thank you, Breakin and Breakin 2: Electric Boogaloo–you weren’t just bad movies I loved.

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Dragon Kisses #3 (Laurel, Niall, Jonathan)

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Blurb:

In the months following Jonathan’s transformation, Laurel struggles to come to terms with her feelings for him and the horrific memories of time spent as a dragon’s slave. Jonathan struggles to be patient, but Laurel’s fear is breaking his heart. Niall and Cassie open a popular bakery and revel in the bliss of love and their new lives. Arabella pines for Tobin’s aspects to be reunited, and Nora discovers the secret of creating Zmaj offspring.

Meanwhile all Zmaj braces for the Inamanida attack that Tobin warned them about. When it finally comes, the Zmaj find themselves vastly outnumbered by enemy forces. In the violence that follows, everything changes.

Warnings: MFMM, MMMFF, MMFFM

Excerpt #2:

The second I opened the door, Saskia jumped on me. Though she was small for a Zmaj, that only put her at about 6’2—two inches shorter than me. I caught her, but she was a powerful woman. We fell back so that she pinned me against the wall. She kissed me, her dual-tipped tongue snaking into my mouth to plunder what was hers as she slid her hand into my pants. I moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, bringing it to life.

She broke the kiss suddenly and tightened her grip on my manhood. “You left without saying goodbye.”

DragonK3500“You were asleep. I said goodbye to Stellan.” Technically, I’d sucked his cock. No words had been uttered by either of us.

“You gave sex. This is not the same.”

I stroked a strand of her lime green hair away from her gorgeous face, and I extended the caress down her cheek. “I missed you too.”

Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “You will let me come to the bakery next time?”

I exhaled hard, mostly because she squeezed my cock to the edge of pain. “Saskia, you can’t come there because you don’t let me work.” My Zmaj was possessive of me and my time, but we were working on that. When I was at the bakery, I’d banned them from visiting because they inevitably got in the way. Even Taja, who loved to bake, had caused me to burn items too many times. Since they also had duties and responsibilities, they’d agreed to respect and support my career choice. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to my chest. “But I’m not working now, so I’m all yours.”

Slowly her grip loosened, and she slid her hand from my pants. Her finger partially morphed into a claw, and she tugged at the fastener on my fly. My pants slid down my legs to pool at my ankles. I kicked out of them, careful not to move too much because Saskia still had a claw and she was now on her knees in front of me. Her tongue darted out to wet her upper lip. I widened my stance and leaned back against the coolness of the wall because where sex was concerned, I had no control. What my Zmaj wanted, they took—and I gladly gave.

Lifting my cock, she dipped her head and slid her wet tongue over my sac. I sucked air and closed my eyes. Playing light flicks over my sensitive skin, she barely touched me, and I knew the teasing was in some measure a punishment for leaving without waking each aspect that morning. Part of me had done it for selfish reasons—they’d want to have sex, and I’d slept in, so I didn’t have time, and I didn’t have it in me to refuse them. My Zmaj fed from my sexual energy, and so they were the opposite of selfish when it came to sex. They often didn’t care if they climaxed at all. It was a nice bonus, but not the point. Pushing me to the edge and keeping me there—that gave them immeasurable pleasure and more energy than ten meals.

“Saskia.” I moaned her name, a reverent caress that matched how I stroked her hair.

She ran her fingertips up and down my thighs, sending shivers to my belly, and she sucked my sac into her mouth. Warmth closed around my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Taja on her knees next to Saskia.

She winked at me as she drew my cock into her mouth, and then she let it go. “Welcome home, Niall. We don’t have time to tie you up right now, but you will not move.” I frequently disobeyed her orders because when I did, they only did things to me that were even more deliciously wicked. She ran her tongue along the ridge of my crown, and when she went to take me back into her mouth, I thrust, forcing my dick deeper than she’d anticipated.

Immediately, Saskia pulled my balls down, stretching them until I cried out. It hurt and it felt so fucking good. “You moved.”

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I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

Shimmy/Workout 2018 Pt 4

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Day 10: I did nothing. It’s okay to do nothing when you wake up and remember that you’ll never get to talk to someone you loved again. Loss sucks a lot.

Day 11/S1E2: I did Cairo to Istanbul again. I’ve been practicing the Turkish figure-8’s a lot. I love making Twin #1 scream: I CAN’T UNSEE THAT! NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO SEE THEIR MOTHER MOVE LIKE THAT.

I’m not sure if my moves are that alluring or if they’re just so bad that it hurts to see. Either way, I’m deriving massive enjoyment from this.

This morning, I figured out how to do the arm moves with the hip circle (“Invite them closer” or “shoo them away”) and with the figure-8’s (“Pull on the rope” or “Give back the rope”.) Also continuing to bother me–It’s okay to use the yoga names for the stretches. They’re still good stretches.

I turned down an opportunity to visit Pools and Fitness because it’s so fucking cold outside.

Day 12: Yoga! I didn’t want to get up and yoga, but I did it. The DVD program on my computer didn’t want to run, so it took me 10 minutes to get it loaded. Three f-ing programs that play DVD’s, and they all had my initial attitude. But I persevered. Those 2 lbs I’ve lost are my incentive, and I feel better–more energetic, and my metabolism seems to have kicked up a notch.

Day 13: After a wonderful dinner last night, I’ve gained back those two pounds. Demoralized (and my SIL’s wake is today,) I skipped working out and splurged on peanut butter toast for breakfast.

In Memoriam: Goodbye To My Sister-in-Law

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This morning, I woke up to moonlight shining in my face. About five in the morning, the moon was huge. It peeked through the edge of the curtain, reflected from a mirrored closet door, and shone directly in my eyes.

The thing that makes this significant is not the unusual nature of the phenomenon, but the fact that last night at dinner, my father-in-law kept commenting on the moon, on how it was supposed to be a supermoon to usher in the new year.

Yesterday, my sister-in-law passed away. My FIL’s oldest daughter lost her battle with depression, crippling anxiety, and anorexia/bulemia. My wife and I spent the day with her parents because this tragedy rocked our worlds that morning. After a surreal day where nothing seemed to make sense–she was 52–my FIL took us out to dinner.

My wife is in pain. Her older sister was her best friend. They talked 3-5 times each week, often for a few hours at a time. Over the past two years, when my SIL’s anxiety and depression worsened, she tapered off communication. She lived in Florida, and we’re in Michigan, so we couldn’t just stop by. When my wife called, her sister often wouldn’t answer the phone. Sometimes her husband answered, but he always said that my SIL was ill or sleeping.

The moonlight made me cry as I thought about this loss. She was my friend too, but my heart breaks for my wife, who lost her sister, my FIL, who is from a generation where men can’t cry–not even when they lose their daughter, and my MIL, who is blaming herself for not doing enough to help her daughter combat this mental illness. My FIL shared a birthday and a defiantly stubborn nature with Diane. Every time emotion threatened to overcome him, he’d talk about the moon. I’ve never heard anything so desolate and sad in my life. My MIL went out of her way to make Diane happy. When Diane would come for a visit, my MIL would buy all the foods her daughter liked–and Diane was picky. She would spend weeks looking for the perfect gift, in one instance making shoes when she couldn’t find the haute couture ones Diane wanted.

I don’t have a picture to share, which is why I included an image of The Highwayman, her favorite poem. Diane hated her looks and wouldn’t pose for photos. Last night, Wife and I dug through mounds of physical and digital images, and we found nothing recent. Diane hated her appearance. She had plastic surgery, and she got down to 65 pounds. In the hospital, where they put a feeding tube in her, they got her up to 75 pounds. We honestly thought they were helping her. Wife had made plans to go down to Florida to stay with her sister once she was out of the hospital.

Diane’s illness robbed her of a lot; everything from her self-esteem to her will to live vanished. Her wit and humor disappeared. Her bottomless support (she championed my relationship with Wife from the beginning, before it was “cool” to accept lesbians, and she supported my writing career even though she didn’t understand why I’d want to write romance) dried up. Her boundless love and generosity stayed until the end, though. Even while yelling and saying horrible things to Wife (Diane didn’t want to be fed, and she didn’t want her meds regulated), she still conveyed love. She still sent gift packages to our girls, as she did every Halloween, Solstice, and birthday.

Diane, every time I look at a full moon, I will remember you at your best–when you kicked your drug habit, stopped drinking, and even stopped smoking. When you were part of our lives. The way you loved my kids. Rest in peace. I have to believe you finally found some.

Adventures With Shimmy Pt 3

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My Quest for Fitness 3

This morning my computer’s DVD drive didn’t want to wake up. I was hungry, so I wondered if this was the universe telling me to eat now and worry about fitness later. But then I futzed around with it, and it booted up.

Day 8/S1E2: Cairo to Istanbul

In my quest to do each episode twice, I did the wrong one. If you’ll recall, I accidentally did episode 8 last time. That’s what my DVD player was trying to tell me. Ah, well. I’m nothing if not unreasonable.

It seems it is best to do these series in order. This episode taught the head/neck shimmy and hip circles. One thing that bugs me is that they do yoga poses in the warm up, but they feel the need to give them weird names or descriptions. Cat and Upward Cat (or Cat Rolling) are “Get on your hands and knees. Now lift your shoulders and drop your tummy.” It’s a lot easier to call the poses by their real names. I’m assuming many people who try out Shimmy have tried out yoga previously. I could be wrong.

Anyway, this episode taught me how to do the hip circles, Egyptian step, and Turkish figure-8. It also explains the name–Cairo to Istanbul. I should let these people name my books. The more FBI books I put out there, the harder they are to name. With Re/Captured, I sat down with a 30 yo dictionary, opened it to the RE-pages, and read until I found something that fit the plot. I learned lots of new and useful RE words, but I can’t remember what they are, so their usefulness is in doubt.

The Egyptian step is pretty easy, but the Turkish figure-8 goes in the opposite direction my hips want to roll. Maybe the hip circles do as well, and I just haven’t noticed? That fits something I wouldn’t notice.

Despite my awkwardness, I’m really liking this series. When they set you loose to dance at the end, I find myself dancing through the closing credits, practicing moves and combinations they taught me. Throughout the day, I find myself stopping and trying out a hip circle or Turkish figure-8.

Day 9: Today I did crying yoga because my sister-in-law passed away yesterday. I didn’t want to work out, but I reasoned that she always supported me in my goals, and she wouldn’t have wanted me to quit now. I’ve lost 2 lbs so far in this quest.

Adventures With Shimmy Pt 2

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I haven’t given it up yet

Day 4: I did yoga. I feel this is the best way to introduce something new–by interspersing it with something I know I can do. I also went to Pools and Fitness and did 20 minutes on the treadmill and 20 on the elliptical.

Day 5: I took this fucker off. I read through the draft for Drawing on Love and formatted Re/Captured for print. I also messed around with D2D and their fun formatting for ebooks. Then I loaded Re/Captured up for presale. I’m thinking about what to take on next. Brandy Lockmeyer is finally talking to me.

Day 6/S1E8: I rose early to do Shimmy. In my tired state, I put disk 2 into my DVD drive. Too lazy to change it out, I just did episode 8. I figured that I did all the Namaste Yoga videos out of sequence, so why not?

This started off innocently enough, with some shoulder shimmies and hip thingies from E1. At first, I thought it was going to be a repeat. I mean, it seemed like they just spliced together footage and voice-over from that first episode, and then they added another element afterward. Good news: My shoulder shimmy isn’t half bad, and I’m feeling more coordinated with my hip thingies. I’m not sure my arms are right or if I’m turning in the right direction, but my arms are engaged and I’m not falling on my ass, so that’s GOOD NEWS.

The funniest part was when they introduced a new move where you had to shake your hips by shaking your legs. In isolation, I can do that. Add it to circling or moving your hips in a figure-8, and you feel like a bowl of Jello in the hands of a two-year-old. Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle, and all that. Okay, so the narrator says, “This is a difficult move that you’ll need to practice.” (I’m close with that quote, but I might be paraphrasing a little.) Immediately after she says it, they cut to a new move. You go from “This is hard, practice it” to “And now try this.” As a teacher, if I did that to my students, they’d never learn a damn thing. Sheesh.

At the end, when they put it all together and you do a dance, I think I did okay. I took out the jelly jiggling and kept the hip circles and figure-8 moves. When they said to go all free-form, meaning do the moves you learned, I concentrated on the hip moves that I could sort-of do to try to smooth out the move. As I’ve said, I’m not coordinated or graceful, so looking good while doing this is only a secondary goal.

This video is DEFINITELY for people who dance a lot. However, I’m having fun, I’m learning some moves, and I can feel it in my hips and lower core, which is an area where I struggle.

Day 7: I did yoga, an episode that had me stretching my hips, thighs, butt, and torso. My butt was a little sore from when I pushed myself on needle pose, but I used to get my leg up so much higher. Getting old is really hard on the flexibility front.

Later, I went to Pools and Fitness, intending to do 20 minutes on the treadmill at a brisk walk and 20 minutes on the elliptical. But I had a huge setback. I made it 12 minutes on the treadmill before my legs and back started itching. I lifted up the leg of my yoga pants to find my skin mottled. I looked under my athletic socks to find my legs and feet swollen. My left hand was also very swollen, but my right wasn’t as bad. ICYMI, I have low blood pressure, and swelling is the first sign something is amiss. If I let it go too long, my heart has skipped beats/stopped for a moment, and I’ve passed out. It took 5 years to find a doctor to figure out what was wrong with me. In the meantime, my symptoms were scary.

As the tingling and itchiness spread up my torso and down to my toes, I told the twins to cut their workout short and grab my stuff. I went home. It took almost and hour of putting my legs up (above my heart!) to get back to normal. It’s been 3 months since I’ve had an episode. I’ll take it easy for the rest of the day.

But tomorrow, I plan to take on the same episode of Shimmy again. I’ve been practicing figure-8’s–much to my children’s chagrin.

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Dragon Kisses #2 (Arabella and Jonathan)

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Blurb:

Waking with no memory, Arabella finds herself courted by three men claiming to be her mates. Dragon shifters Tobin, Gerrit, and Blakely woo her with sweet words and deeds, convincing her that she’s always lived this fairy tale existence. Life is perfect until the Inamanida King decides the experiment has gone on long enough—and Tobin is ordered to turn Arabella over to be tortured and used by the entire clan.

Meanwhile Jonathan is working to help settle the humans in Zmaj’s outer city. As the son of a prominent human leader, finds himself thrust into a leadership role and having to liaise with creatures he was raised to fear. Soon he falls for Laurel, a beautiful woman recently arrived from Earth, but as secrets emerge, he faces a stark truth that could cost him everything.

Tobin and Jonathan must risk everything and deal with consequences that could cost them the fragile relationships they’ve built with the women they love.

Warnings: MFMM, MF

Excerpt #2:

I woke to blinding sunlight, which meant the day was going to be boiling hot. Summers were the worst. At least my room was cool and comfortable. I sat up, and that’s when all the aches and pains hit. My head felt like a balloon, my shoulder killed, and I couldn’t move my arm. I looked down to see white bandages winding down the right side of my body, all the way to my foot. The left side looked okay, but it was murder to move.

The room in which I lay looked more like a bedroom than a hospital. The walls were white, as were the bed linens, and the curtains were deep brown. No bad or inspirational artwork hung on the barren walls. I’d woken up in a tampon commercial. The bed, by the way, was massive. It could swallow me and a few of my closest friends whole.

“You’re awake.”

2DK2sz500Looking over, I hurt my neck and saw a gorgeous man coming through the door, so it was sort of worth the pain. He was quite large, broad-shouldered and full of muscles, yet he moved with pantherlike grace. His face was obscured by his long red hair, and thankfully he brushed it away. His face was just as appealing as his body, but he still gave me pause. For one, his eyes were the same shade of red as his hair, and that struck me as weird. Second, I didn’t know him.

He smiled and gently pushed my unhurt shoulder back down. “Don’t try to move. Your injuries are quite severe.”

I settled back on the pillows. “Who are you? Where am I?”

He frowned and pulled back a bit, regarding me as if I had lost my mind. “Who am I? You do not remember?”

I attempted to shake my head, but the movement hurt, so I said, “Remember what?”

His gaze traveled the length of my bandages. “You fell and hit your head. I feared you would not awaken.”

I feared I hadn’t awakened—or that I had lost my mind. “You haven’t told me who you are.”

“Tobin. Do you recall your name?”

Of course I knew my name—I just couldn’t think of it. I searched my mind, but it hid from me, heckling from behind a veil I couldn’t penetrate. “Where am I?”

“Home,” he said, his expression turning sad. “Arabella, you are home.” He opened his mouth to say more, but then he closed it. “I do not know if it is better for you to remember on your own—as you heal—or if I should tell you everything you wish to know.”

Arabella. That sounded right. Yes, the word took definite shape in the shadows of my memory. More was there, but it remained hidden. I tried to coax it out, but it was too timid—almost terrified. Pain knifed through my head, putting a halt to any of that activity. “Why am I not in a hospital?”

That one seemed to throw him, but he recovered quickly. “What would you get in a hospital that you wouldn’t get here? I have been and will continue to care for you.”

“Why?” I searched his face for clues. Why would he go through the time and expense of caring for someone with injuries as extensive as mine? “What am I to you?”

He glanced away, but not quickly enough to hide the flash of pain in his eyes.

This cloak-and-dagger stuff was going to drive me nuts, especially because it concerned my life. “Tobin, please be honest with me.”

“My mate.” He exhaled hard. “You are my mate, and your accident was my fault. I was irresponsible, full of hubris. I wanted to show off for you, and this was the result.”

Fear clutched at my heart, and the feeling of falling through the air made my stomach clench. Suddenly I felt cold and clammy. I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see, but pain made it come faster. I vomited on my pillow.

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Adventures with Shimmy Pt 1

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Shimmy If You Can

At my suggestion, my wife got me a couple workout videos for Solstice. She got Namaste Yoga Season 1 and Shimmy. I love Namaste Yoga, both seasons. I miss when they were on Fit TV, and I lost the episodes I’d recorded when we had to get a new DVR.

But this review is about Shimmy, a suggested product when we looked on Amazon for Namaste Yoga. I thought, “Why not?” I want to tone my abs, hips, and thighs. That’s where I’ve gained most of the weight these past couple of years.

Day 1/S1E1: I do not dance. This video is for people with dance training. I’m in my office with my yoga mat spread out, wearing my athletic compression socks. The socks are not negotiable, since I have low blood pressure and swell up/get nauseous/pass out when my heart rate goes up and I’m not wearing them. The socks keep the blood flowing, which is a health plus.

Why do the socks matter? Because belly dancing requires a lot of sliding around. You try sliding around on a yoga mat while wearing compression socks. Not gonna happen. And no, you don’t need to see video. Imagine an uncoordinated, slightly tubby, middle-aged woman trying to glide around the room. To top it off, I have no rhythm. None. Zero. I even lose the rhythm during sex or while masturbating. This is why machines were invented.

I’m laughing too.

I talked to Wife about this, showing her some of the moves. As someone with natural rhythm, she looked damn hot trying out those moves. I was tempted to suggest she try the video, but she’s more the martial arts/weight lifting type of person. Yeah, she showed me up with zero effort.

As I was demonstrating the moves in the kitchen on the hardwood floor, I realized that it was a lot easier to do the moves.

Day 2: Yoga, because I need a self-esteem. I yoga fairly well.

Day 3/S1/E1: Since I didn’t feel like I mastered anything in the 1st episode, I did it again to see if I could do it better the 2nd time.

I woke up before everyone else (as usual) and did the workout in two places. First, I started off on the yoga mat for stretches. Then I moved to the kitchen to do the dance moves. Today wasn’t bad. I still don’t have rhythm, but I was able to do the moves. I think. There was no mirror, so I might have been completely off. But it got my heart rate up and my hips moving. I’m definitely feeling it in the hips and shoulders, which clicked and crunched as I moved. Damn, I’m old. When Wife got up, I demonstrated some moves for her. She agreed that I was improving, and she did not laugh at how ridiculous I looked, so maybe I didn’t look half bad. With no mirror and a wife who loves me, I may never find out, and that is okay by me.