**Please welcome guest, Louisa Bacio**
How
can I be a freakin’ erotic writer and never have sex? I mean come on … it’s not
like I’ve never bumped the pretties (nothing ugly about it), but lately it’s
just about dried up. And, not for trying.
Oh, and have I mentioned that I’m married? Yep.
Me
to hubby, “When’s the last time we, you know?”
Him,
“You don’t remember?”
“Um,”
thinking really, really hard, “no.”
“Our
anniversary weekend.”
Fuck
me! No wonder I don’t remember, and I’m not telling you, dear blog reader, our
anniversary either. It’s not that we haven’t had a potential opportunity, it’s
just that at that time period when we can … maybe, something else comes up.
Most of the time it’s that he’s too tired.
Too
tired! What do you have to do? Lay there?
Granted,
our drives seem to be off. He’d rather do it in the morning. Hello? We’ve got
two small children to get ready for school, and we have to skedaddle for work,
and BTW have I mentioned after being married for almost 12 years how much I
HATE mornings?
Me?
I’d do the slippery between the sheets late at night, when the household is
asleep, we’re relaxed, maybe had a few glasses of wine and watched some vampire
porn (Cough: True Blood) to put us in the mood.
Sigh
à and then he’s too tired.
Luckily,
I’ve got a wicked imagination, a few fun toys and an even better memory of all
those wondrous adventures. Times like this dry spell, though, and I start to
know why others – not me, mind you – go looking for a little something-something
on the side. Of course, we couldn’t write about that in romance because those
women are, you know: (whispers) loose.
If
ya’ll excuse me now, my cowboy will be coming home shortly and I think it’s about time this here little missy gets her spurs on.
And
if not that, then I’m going to write a really hot sex scene for my next 1Night
Stand!
So tell me,
ever go through a dry spell? How do you break it? And, how do you entertain
yourself during it?
Death
sucks. It’s boring, and there’s no chance of getting laid. Stuck in the waiting
room of Heaven, Maise fantasizes about all the pleasures of the flesh she
didn’t get to experience. When Maise discovers a business card for the dating
service, 1Night Stand, she wonders if there’s still a chance.
Reece
normally wouldn’t consider being set up, but after his brother buys him a
certificate, he feels obligated. A romantic night on the Southern California
coast, with the full-of-life Maise leaves him wanting more.
Will
a 1Night Stand be enough to overcome death?
Available
via Decadent
Publishing, Amazon,
Nook
8 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting me today! I've been wanting to drop in for a visit for a very long time!
Awesome post and the blurb sounds pretty darn cool, lady! :)
Grazie! Sometimes it's really fun to write a rant like that!
I feel your pain, Louisa... this was kind of like looking in a mirror....
Oh Dana! I'm *sorry* that you can relate. ;-)
What is it with guys and mornings? It's just not the sexiest time as far as I can see. Aside from the morning rush and all that goes with it, I haven't brushed my teeth...and neither has he, my hair is a mess, I need to go to the bathroom, I just plain don't feel fresh....and what the heck I look a little better in dim candle light!! Why can't we just...ahem...at night?
Oh yes, ahem-ing, is so much better by candlelight ... at NIGHT! ;-)
I think every married couple goes through a dry spell and then it rains just enough to keep the garden green. (g)
Sometimes, it's me. Sometimes, it's him. Okay. More me than him. (g) For me, it's because I am tired. But I find that the more we do the horizontal samba, the closer we are as a couple. :)
Marci
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