Just Some Man Meat

Cuz I got nothin' else today. So...enjoy!




I also have an excerpt from The Wolf of Cnoc Meadha up at the New Concepts blog. Come on over and enjoy, and be sure you say 'Hi' while you're there! :)






"I dream of a rural life--raising cheques." ~Dorothy Parker

Genre Writing

What is it about erotic romance that gets people so tied up in knots? Because someone chooses to write a romance that uses frank (sometimes blunt, Anglo-Saxon) words for the sexual act, people are--pardon the expression--titillated.

Somehow it's more acceptable for someone to write about a serial killer (and get a movie (or several) or TV show out of it--I'm thinking the Hannibal books by Thomas Harris and Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay) than it is for someone to write about two (or more) people falling in love and naturally expressing that love physically.

Murder and mayhem is apparently better intellectually than sex. At least, that's what I get from conversations I've had with some members of my family. (And, yes, I had yet another conversation with my sister-in-law--they happen every once in a while, and they leave me scratching my head in confusion. It would be better for me, according to her, to write about murder and mayhem than it is about people falling in love--because my characters anticipate their wedding night and have sex outside of marriage. Sometimes lots of it.)

And because I don't know how people will respond, I don't usually share just what type of romance I write. One of my cousins has said a couple of times she'd like me to send her one of my books so she can read it. (Okay, first of all, where's the offer to buy it so she can support me? Even my sister has never asked me to give her my books for free. Because, as she's said herself, by buying my books she can contribute to my success. Isn't she the best?!) But, that being said, there's no way in hell I'm going to send my cousin one of my books. I can see her face--almost hear her thoughts: My sweet little cousin is writing this kind of smut?!? I'd never hear the end of it!

Sometimes it's just easier and less painful to stay in the closet. So to speak.

To change the subject somewhat, today is my critique group meeting day--I'll be getting the critiques on the last part of my second Praetorians book, which I think is going to come in at right around 37,000 words, much longer than the first one. But the longer I write, the more I learn and the better I am at coming up with more complicated plots that will support the longer word count. Once I've made changes based on the critiques, I hope to get this one submitted to New Concepts by early March. Then we'll wait and see where things go from there.

Tomorrow I go back to work after a couple of days off. It's gonna be hard. Oy. I'm beginning to think I shouldn't take vacation days, because I don't want to go back to work after I've been able to sit and write all day.

Ah, well. Maybe some day...





"A little bad taste is like a dash of paprika." ~Dorothy Parker

Another Lazy Sunday

Oy. Nuff said.






"Sex is emotion in motion." ~Mae West

Breaking News!

One year after my first book was published, I'm one of Love Romances Cafe's nominees for Best Author 2006! Woot!!

AND...

My dragon shapeshifter novella, Dragon's Bane, has been nominated for Best Book and Best Cover.



How cool is this?!? Way kewl. *G*

If you're interested in voting, click here to go to the polls section of Love Romances Cafe.






"The score never interested me, only the game." ~Mae West

Another Underdaks Commercial

I can't seem to stop myself--these Underdaks commercials are just too damned funny. Check this one out:







"I only have "yes" men around me. Who needs "no" men?" ~Mae West

Recent Keyword Activity

Every once in a while I check my Statcounter data, specifically under the "Recent Keyword Activity" area. Here's the search strings that have directed people to my blog recently:

Urinary tract infection twice in one week (I think I blogged once about having a UTI. Not twice in one week, though!)

Their cocks hard (Um, okay. Yeah. How else would we want 'em? *G*)

Sherill Quinn (Yay! A search for me! Left an 'r' out of my first name, but the search engine didn't care.)

Breast hair nipple virgin drow elf (er, was this someone looking for a virginal elf with breast hair around her nipple? And just what's a drow?)

Gag mouth open submissive (I have nothing to say on this one. It's pretty self-explanatory what this person was looking for.)

Pernell Roberts the vampire myth (And just how exactly is Pernell Roberts (Adam Cartwright from Bonanza and, later, Trapper John from Trapper John, MD, a spin-off from M.A.S.H.) tied to vampire mythology...?)

Romance hands tied (Luckily, I have yet to get an editor who makes me feel this way. *G*)


So, nothing this time 'round that's too icky. Well, other than the breast hair thing...




"Any time you got nothing to do--and plenty of time to do it--come on up." ~Mae West

It's A Sad But Happy Day

My brother G's father-in-law R died last week. It was something we've been expecting for months now--two years ago R was an avid bicyclist (even at 73 he would ride 20-30 miles a day) and was in a car/bicycle collision (someone made a right turn in front of him and he smashed into the car doing probably close to 35 miles per hour). He had head trauma, broken ribs, pelvis, collarbone, etc. Pretty severe injuries. He recovered. A year ago he had to have triple bypass surgery. He recovered. Mostly. He started having trouble breathing--was out of breath most of the time plus some other symptoms. Doctors finally diagnosed him with ALS. End stages, since your breathing is usually one of the last things you start having problems with. With R, it was the first. Over the last six months, his health has progressively declined--could only eat baby food because he had so much trouble swallowing, he didn't have strength to stand to assist people to move him from his bed to his wheelchair. He wasn't a big man to begin with--5'7, maybe 150 pounds at his healthiest--but when I saw him yesterday at calling hours... I'd be surprised if he weighed 90 pounds. His last day, he went through what they (my brother and his wife) think was mini-strokes. He didn't seem to suffer any pain, and with the last one he was gone.

Of course this is hitting me harder than normal because my dad's only been gone a little over 2 1/2 months. I still miss him horribly. R's funeral is today, and I'm going. I just hope I can hold it together to make it through the service. This is their time to mourn R, not my time to make a spectacle of myself by mourning my dad. Oh, they'd understand, I know. But I don't want to do it.

And we know that R is no longer suffering, which is a good thing. We've actually been praying all along that God would take him in his sleep (like He did my dad). It didn't quite happen like that for R, but his pain is ended. He left behind a loving family--2 kids, 4 grandkids--and will remain in my memory as one of the kindest, most generous people I have ever been fortunate enough to know.

We'll miss you, R. I know you're riding a golden bicycle with tires that never go flat.




"The fear of death follows from a fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." ~Mark Twain

How Come...

... we can't have commercials like these?!?

That's never happened to me on a plane, either. Course, I'm assuming he's gonna come out of the lavatory in just his underwear...





"He's the kind of man a woman would have to get married to get rid of." ~Mae West

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Well, you could, but it wouldn't be as funny as the real thing. Check this out:



Although I am confused. The man in this picture is way older than 18. So maybe this is just a joke on us all.

What do you think?





"I used to be Snow White, but I drifted." ~Mae West

Hooray For The Red, White & Blue

Even if it is in black and white...





"Give a man a free hand and he'll try to put it all over you." ~Mae West

Nice...Luggage

Here's another one from YouTube:

How come nothing like that ever happens when I'm at the airport?




"To attract men, I wear a fragrance called New Car Interior." ~Rita Rudner

Good News From Ellora's Cave

No, I haven't had another story accepted. Yet. But I submitted a story to be part of an upcoming collection of Quickies, and it wasn't quite right. My editor has asked me to add another 3,000-5,000 words and resubmit it as a novella.

So there's hope for me yet, to get another book--and soon--with EC.

On a similar note, I'm also just about done with a novella for Amber Heat. It's a sequel to The Claiming, taking up with Kass's brother Ajax, and will be part of the Space Cowboy Pax. It's got capture, BDSM, menage, public sex...you name it. I *think* this Pax is due to come out in the June/July time frame.

Have a good day!





"If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised." ~Dorothy Parker

Superstar

Have you seen this BMW short movie? It has Clive Owen (yummy!) and Madonna, and was directed by Madonna's husband, Guy Ritchie. Warning: it's 8 minutes long, but it is sooooo worth it.

"You're never too old to become younger." ~Mae West

I'm A Rising Star!

I've been selected as February's Rising Star of Publishing at Love Romances and More. This is part of the write-up that the ever-so-sweet Dawn has:

"February's Rising Star is Sherrill Quinn, multitalented author and an exceptional writer! With a life long love of writing, this author has created, after many stops and starts, a niche in the publishing world for her brand of erotic sensuality and mesmerizing stories. After moving to Southern Arizona, Ms. Quinn reevaluated her life and decided to give writing her total heart and soul... 2006 was a tremendous year for this fabulous author as she had no books out in the beginning, to ending the year with 12 books... This author is truly one to keep an eye on as she captures not only the readers hearts with her deliciously sexy characters but also their imaginations with her imaginative stories that will steal a reader's soul..."

You can read the entire write-up here.

A big thank you to Dawn and all the gals at Love Romances for being so kind to me. I'll see y'all on March 17th!

Available Now - DRAGONFIRE

NOW AVAILABLE AT AMBER HEAT- DRAGONFIRE
PART OF THE BEASTMASTER PAX



Leilani Aster and her sister are the last of the descendants of a powerful Druid. An old enemy is determined to destroy them. Lani must call upon her ex-lover, Aleksandar Lyaksandro--the powerful leader of the shapeshifting Dragon Order--for help. She'd been betrayed by Zander once before. Can they get beyond their past to save their future?

In this scene, Lani has left the house, thinking to confront the enemy on her own and thereby keep her sister out of danger.

~ * ~
Twenty minutes later, Leilani was pretty sure she’d made a mistake in leaving, but she kept doggedly pushing forward. Going back to face Zander wasn’t an option. She couldn’t think around him, especially since every time she turned around he was kissing her.

She pushed aside the thought that she’d been the one to instigate that last...kiss. She snorted. Kiss. They would have been doing the horizontal mambo if Terik hadn’t interrupted.

And she just wasn’t ready to go there again with Zander. He was too arrogant, too sexy, too heavy-handed, too sexy, too intractable, too sexy...
She let out a groan. Oh, Goddess. She was in so much trouble.

Leilani stopped and leaned her shoulder against the solid trunk of a pine tree. Taking deep breaths, she gulped in air and thrust her cold hands in her armpits. She had to be at an elevation of at least nine thousand feet, and there was a lot more ground to cover.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the way she’d come. She’d taken a meandering trail through the trees, trying to make it more difficult for anyone to find her, because she knew as soon as her note was discovered, Zander at least would be out tracking her.

He demanded absolute obedience. It was one of the things that had been the start of many an argument between them, that she wouldn’t just sit back and do whatever he told her. She wanted to know why and when and how.

And if she could do something herself, without his help, she did.

She dragged her thoughts away from the past. Seeing the beauty before her, a smile lifted her lips. No wonder the dragons loved it up here so much. Not only were they on a mountain—the greatest source of their power—but they were high up in the sky where they could spread their wings and really soar. The air was crisp and clean, scented with pine and earth.

She could live here forever.

Her smile faded. The only way she could live here was if she and Zander were bonded. And at the rate things were going between them, she didn’t see that happening any time soon, if ever. She wouldn’t be the only one making compromises in the relationship. Not again.

And until he believed her that nothing had happened between her and that bastard Sinjun, nothing more would happen between her and Zander.

If she could just keep her hands off of him long enough...

“Aargh!” Leilani kicked her heel against the tree. “Stop it, Lani. Just stop it.”

She took another breath and pushed away from the pine, and started climbing up the hill again. She’d taken maybe a dozen steps when she heard something above her, the sound of flapping wings.

Big flapping wings.

Crap.

Tilting her head back, she shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun and watched through the branches of the towering trees as the large red dragon circled overhead. He was looking down at her, and even from here she could see the irritated bristle of the spines along his tail.

Double crap.

Tempted to run, she glanced behind her at the trail she’d forged and knew she’d never make it. Zander would land and chase her down as a man—longer legs and a better toned body would guarantee he’d catch her quickly. She was already having trouble breathing due to her exertion and the lower oxygen content of the high altitude air. She wouldn’t get very far trying to run.

Plus it would make her look like she was afraid of him and she wasn’t. Not really. She was hesitant to face his anger, but she knew he’d set himself ablaze before he’d hurt her.

Leilani heaved a sigh and kept going, knowing as soon as Zander could find a place to land he’d meet up with her.

Within ten minutes she reached a small clearing on the hillside. Zander stood waiting for her, arms crossed over his bare chest and an irritated scowl on his face. The rest of him was bare, too, and just as aggravated.

She held up one hand. “Before you say anything, I can explain.” She slowed and came to a stop several feet away from him.

One dark eyebrow rose. Dropping his arms to his sides, he stalked toward her, muscles bunching and flexing, rigid cock bobbing with each step.

Leilani reflexively took a step backward, then pulled up short. She would not let him bully her. She wouldn’t...

He yanked her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. His lips punished, and he growled, a low reverberation coming from deep in his throat. When he pulled back, he cupped her face in his and stared into her eyes. His own eyes glittered, the slitted pupils and gold-green irises reflecting the heightened emotions of the dragon within.

A faint smell of sulphur lingered, a remnant from his transformation from his dragon form. But there was also that scent of cloves and musky male that still had the power to drive her libido into overdrive. Her body tightened, her nipples drawing into taut peaks, her pussy instantly wet.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.


Available now at Amber Heat!






"Between two evils, I've always picked the one I've never tried before." ~Mae West

The Effects Of Drugs

Take a look at this documentary a researcher did on wood spiders and the effects that certain drugs had on their web-making abilities:

Did I getcha? LOLLOL




"A word to the wise ain't necessary--it's the stupid ones that need the advice." ~Bill Cosby

It's Flavored Like What?!?

This is a real product from Jamaica:




Who knew it tasted like chicken? *VBG*





"Good sex is like Bridge--If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." ~Mae West

Man Vs. Woman: The Shower

Part 1: HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:


Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror and make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg- lifts, etc. Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone. Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins. Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner. Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and tjaffa cake body wash. Rinse conditioner off hair. Shave armpits and legs. Turn off shower and squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex. Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent towel. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


Part 2: HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:


Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile. Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her while making the woo-woo sound. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your ass. Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits. Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse the snot off. Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower. Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap. Wash your hair. Make a shampoo Mohawk. Pee. Rinse off and get out of shower. Partially dry off. Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time. Admire your wiener size in mirror again. Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on. Return to bedroom with towel around waist. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again. Throw wet towel on her pillow.


If there is anyone among you who did not laugh at the truth behind this, there is something SO very wrong with you. LOL Have a great day!

Oh, and ... woo woo!!!





"It's not the men in my life that counts, it's the life in my men." ~Mae West

Somebody 'Splain It To Me...

...cuz I just don't get it.

I recently had my car serviced--just a normal 3,000 mile check-up. Anyway, the car dealership has been calling to do a survey on how my service call went. They've called when I'm not home.

So it goes something like this:

Ring. Ring.

(answering machine clicks on) "You've reached xxx. We can't take your call right now. Please leave a message at the beep."

Beep.

"Hello, this is xxx, calling from XYZ Car Company. May I please speak to xxx?"

And then they wait.

I come home and listen to the message and end up doing exactly what they did--I talk to my answering machine.

It goes something like this:

(listen to the message)

"Why are you asking to talk to me? You got my @#&%*! answering machine, you nimwit."

I must say, the whole thing doesn't give me a lot of faith in the intelligence of the employees of the company. I've gotten 3 calls this week exactly like this--from 3 different people.

Oy.

I guess they're not listening to the message part, and just start talking when it sounds like they've rung through. Is that it?

Whatever it is, it's making me nuts.




"It takes two to get one in trouble." ~Mae West

I'm SExy Today

I'm over at SEx today, the blog for Liquid Silver Authors--come on over and say hi!





"Too much of a good thing can be wonderful." ~Mae West

One Of My Favorite Pics...

I know I've posted this before, but it's such a great picture, I had to put him up for y'all to look at again. Grrrrrrrrrowf!





Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt." ~Dorothy Parker

I Don't Like Spam!

Actually, believe it or not, I do kinda like Spam, the meat-like product. It's good fried and dipped in mustard, with a little American cheese melted over it... Yum!

The spam I'm talking about today is email spam. First of all, I don't need anything that's going to "make her love you even more" or make me "a bigger man". Oh, and I get a lot of emails to buy OEM software. I've heard of OEM software, but I have no clue what it is. And no interest in buying it.

But here's what I don't get. The spam I've been getting lately on my gmail account is made up of question marks. So, for example, the "From" line looks like this:

????

And the subject line looks a little like this:

??????????????????

And the message (I haven't clicked to open any of them, but with Gmail you get the first little bit of text) looks something like this:

???????????????????????? ???????????

And sometimes there's even an exclamation point in there somewhere, like this:

?????????????????! ?????????????

What the...? What's the use in sending spam email that has only question marks in it?

Anybody know?




"No gold-digging for me...I take diamonds! We may be off the gold standard someday." ~Mae West

A Laugh To Start Off The Weekend

A college professor had just finished explaining an important research project to his class. He emphasized that this paper was an absolute requirement for passing his class, and that there would be only two acceptable excuses for being late. Those were a medically certifiable illness or a death in the student's immediate family.

A smart ass student in the back of the classroom waved his hand and spoke up. "But what about extreme sexual exhaustion, professor?"

As you would expect, the class exploded in laughter. When the students had finally settled down, the professor froze the young man with a glaring look. "Well," he responded, "I guess you'll just have to learn to write with your other hand."


LOL

I'm over at Torrid Temptations today--please drop in and say hi. :)


Happy Groundhog Day--Spring's on its way. Have a great weekend!





"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana." ~Groucho Marx

When English Isn't Your First Language

At work yesterday I was reviewing job-related accidents that occurred in 2006--I have to post our OSHA 300 logs today, which detail types of injuries, days lost, restricted work days, etc. Usually pretty boring stuff. Except... in one of the reports, one of our drivers was in a company truck, waiting for a car to turn, and was rear-ended by some guy. Only that's not quite what he wrote.

What he wrote on the accident report went something like this:

"I was waiting to turn and a gay heat my behind."

I snorted my diet coke. And realized that, some days, it's all worth it, just for little things like that.

Hope I have as good a day today as I did yesterday. *G*





"It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it." ~Mae West