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Re: sing to the Tune of These are a few of my Favorite Things
By: Clay Death Date: November 12, 2015, 8:47 pm
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[quote author=StellaMarieAlden link=topic=1502.msg33264#msg33264
date=1447371574]
Favorite Things....
Mani-s and pedi-s and looking like 40,
Oil of Olay and a car that’s quite sporty.
Got my guitar with a set of new strings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cold shoulder sweaters with hot handsome hubby,
Dancing till midnight, a bottle of bubbly,
Wild riffs that fly and a guy that can sing,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Boys in tight t-shirts with jeans that are holey,
Bars that are hoppin’, and shots of Patron-ey, (oh well)
Wild times of winter that promise of spring
These are a few of my favorite things
When the trolls bite,
And my screen pings,
When I’m feeling sad...
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feeeel ssoooooo bad.
thank you very much. heee heee
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impressive.
keep them coming.
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: StellaMarieAlden Date: November 13, 2015, 7:09 am
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This minstrel will continue to try to amuse the lords and ladies
of this court. Your patronage is already more than I can ever
repay!
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: StellaMarieAlden Date: November 13, 2015, 6:54 pm
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I’m Steellllllaaaaa.
I would love to connect with you in other social medias...
Fun facts? I am an actual descendant of the Mayflower (first
couple .. John Alden and Priscilla Mullins)
I grew up in New England.
Favorite Dessert? Creme Brulee
I’m allergic to Tomatoes and Red Food Dye #40.
I eat like a cavewoman… Paleo Diet.. except when I cheat…
Some Links:
Website:
HTML http://www.stellamariealden.com
Facebook:
HTML https://www.facebook.com/stellaMarieAlden
Twitter: @stellamariealde
Goodreads:
HTML https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13495789.Stella_Marie_Alden
Amazon:
HTML http://www.amazon.com/Stella-Marie-Alden/e/B00X08ZD7E
Pinterest:
HTML https://www.pinterest.com/StellaAlden/
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: Clay Death Date: November 13, 2015, 11:44 pm
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[quote author=StellaMarieAlden link=topic=1502.msg33301#msg33301
date=1447462480]
I’m Steellllllaaaaa.
I would love to connect with you in other social medias...
Fun facts? I am an actual descendant of the Mayflower (first
couple .. John Alden and Priscilla Mullins)
I grew up in New England.
Favorite Dessert? Creme Brulee
I’m allergic to Tomatoes and Red Food Dye #40.
I eat like a cavewoman… Paleo Diet.. except when I cheat…
Some Links:
Website:
HTML http://www.stellamariealden.com
Facebook:
HTML https://www.facebook.com/stellaMarieAlden
Twitter: @stellamariealde
Goodreads:
HTML https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13495789.Stella_Marie_Alden
Amazon:
HTML http://www.amazon.com/Stella-Marie-Alden/e/B00X08ZD7E
Pinterest:
HTML https://www.pinterest.com/StellaAlden/
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Folks please take a moment to follow and support Stella here and
at all her other sites.
and lets make sure we all follow her on twitter also.
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RELEASE DAY
By: StellaMarieAlden Date: November 18, 2015, 5:57 am
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Wow..
Release Day is here. It is mind-blowing over-the-top exciting to
release a new book.
It's also, stomach wrenching, sleep depriving, and nail biting.
After agonizing over every nuance, every word and scene... will
people buy it? Will they like it?
Like putting a new baby in a beautiful baby contest with
hundreds of other equally cute babies...
WAAHHHHH!
But wait... My beta readers assured me it was better than the
first....
calm calm calm... time for Chamomile tea.. not more coffee...
Love you guys! Thanks for letting me rant!
HTML http://www.amazon.com/Marry-Your-Stella-Marie-Alden-ebook/dp/B017KPHKVO
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: EquineAnn Date: November 18, 2015, 6:35 am
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Peppermint tea is also soothing as is strawberry & raspberry.
It's o.k. We all have to express our emotions sometimes whatever
means we use to do it & whether good or bad.
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: StellaMarieAlden Date: November 18, 2015, 6:56 am
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8) ahh.. bringing a truck load to work with me today... Vitamin
B as well!
;D
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: EquineAnn Date: November 18, 2015, 7:05 am
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I don't blame you. You have to look after yourself in order to
be at your best.
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Glo Ual Center
By: StellaMarieAlden Date: December 14, 2015, 12:37 pm
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Lunchtime break for me.
I most often have a chef salad at home while I type madly away
with news ideas cramming into my head.
'How to Marry Your Wife,' my second Medieval romance, exceeded
all of my expectations. My goal is to double sales, with each
book. This novel hit the bestseller lists, for the genre, in
US, CA, and UK. In six years, I should be able to quit my
dayjob, and write as a means of self-support. Woo hoo!
This is the prolog... I was afraid to write it, for fear of
breaking all of the Romance writing rules. The deed should
happen around 41% through the book. One NEVER puts the sex scene
first... but I did.
Prologue
England, near London Towne
Year of our Lord 1276
Behind them, massive columns stood tall as their only chaperones
in the ancient Roman bathhouse. Peepers croaked, night birds
lamented, and water gurgled as it cascaded down from each of the
three tiers. Sir Thomas led her deeper into the shadows made by
blue moonlight. Tiny waves of light reflected off the pools and
onto his beautiful Norman features.
The dark centers of his eyes widened as he brushed his lips over
hers. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“You don’t want me?” Merry’s lower lip quivered. Thick black
hair caressed the tender places between her fingers when she
reached her hands to the back of his head. Warmth spread from
where their lower halves met and she kissed him with all her
being.
Her Templar knight groaned. “I’ve promised your liege that I’ll
not lay with you until we’re wed. If we continue down this road,
my honor will be questioned.”
Letting go of his silky wet locks, she reached into her purse
and waved six colorful ribbons of yarn in front of his nose.
“But I brought these.”
He leaned over to where he’d placed his sword, belt, and boots
and came up with similar lengths of wool. “As did I.”
Her cheeks ached with the wide grin she sent his way. “Anon.
Let’s do it.”
Rough palms cupped her face as the man she adored bore a hole
into her soul with his gaze. “Lass, ’tis serious. We’ll be
hand-fasted. Are you sure you want this?”
She covered his hands with her own and fell into the depths of
those magnificent eyes. The drum in her chest beat faster and
her lips parted. “I’m six and ten seasons. I know my own mind.”
A soft moan escaped his perfect lips and his kiss went deeper
than any of the others they’d shared all summer. One of his
hands slid to the back of her head and the other glided down her
back and clamped her bottom globe. He pulled her tight to his
hard want and her mind filled with lustful thoughts.
Warm breath met her ear. “We’ll have a proper wedding when I
return from London Towne in a fortnight. Ready?”
She nodded and held forth her hand with the yarns.
Never releasing her from his fierce gaze, he clasped his sword
arm to hers, tied them together with the yarn, and bound them
forever. “I take thee as my wife.”
With eyes watering, her hand shook as she brushed a dark lock
from his blue-gray eye. “I take thee as my husband for all
eternity.”
He flicked his cloak open and lay her down. Then there was only
him; his scent, his tongue, and his hands pulling her so close
that she mayhap died and went to heaven. He went to his knees
with a small growl in his chest and removed his colors. Slivers
of moonbeams danced across his glorious body. Strength bumps
above his navel led down to small curls of black hair. The ‘V’
pointed to a staff so large, surely it would never fit.
Holy mother of God.
Her mouth lost its liquid and she swallowed hard.
“Don’t worry, love, all will be well.” He leaned over and
devoured her in gentle kisses. Their tongues danced and her
heart soared. One knee lifted, he straddled her, and found the
hem of her tunic. He muttered an apology as it tore when it
caught coming over her head. Then his mouth dropped open, his
hard pintle danced upon her navel, and he sucked in his breath.
“Bloody love of Christ. You’re perfect.”
She arched up so that the aching wet spot between her legs could
rub against his length. His soft kisses started at her mouth,
lowered to her breast, and he suckled.
“Please . . .” The lips between her legs swelled. She moaned at
the sweetness of his hands kneading her breasts and his tongue
licking the tips of her ever-hardening nipples.
He spread her legs wide with the outside of his knees and
rasped, “We play with fire.”
A calloused fingertip rubbed the pebble between her legs, she
closed her eyes, and prayed for release. Never had she
experienced such need, such wanting. It was as if the gates of
heaven were open and she but a foot away.
His wet tongue laved the perfect spot and she gasped. Heated
breath from his hiss met her folds and she shivered. A gentle
nibble and . . . Oh, dear God in heaven . . . She burst apart,
bright lights flashed behind her lids, and her body shook in
perfect release.
He slid up her naked body and kissed her fiercely upon the lips,
tasting of her. “Clamp your thighs around my rod.”
She did as told and he rubbed it against her sensitive nub
repeatedly, but did not enter her. He thrust once more, she
clamped him tight, and he shouted into her mouth. His release
sent her over the cliff again and she went to holy bliss as
sticky fluid lubricated her inner thighs.
“You’re mine.” He fell onto his side, panting.
She sighed and turned toward him. When their breathing calmed,
she said, “I wish you didn’t have to go.”
“But I do and you should be off to your pallet. Soon, we’ll lay
together every night and I shall breach you as a proper husband
does his wife.” He reached across her body for her skin of wine
lying on the mosaic tiles and drank deep.
A tiny squeak escaped her lips. “Wait, no. Thomas, don’t!”
He looked at her askance and his eyes darkened with a fierce
scowl. “What was in that draught?”
She shivered. “Just a foolish love potion from old Agatha. I
wasn’t really going to use it.”
He moaned and his eyes rolled to the top of his head. “’Tis no
love potion, ’tis juice of the poppies. Quickly, get dressed and
leave. You’ve no idea its affect upon me.”
“I won’t. This is all my fault.” Oh, what have I done?
“Merry. Do as I say. Go.” His body convulsed.
Sobbing, she held him, not daring to leave and not daring to
tell a soul. He hardened again and this time there was no
stopping, no restraint, just his pure love inside her. He was
fierce and hard and beautiful all at the same time. When his
breathing became calm, and his moaning stopped, she dressed and
ran back to her chambers, no longer a virgin. Already the cock
crowed and pale orange of the rising sun lit the grassy knolls
in the distance.
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Re: The Stella Marie Alden Global Center
By: Clay Death Date: December 15, 2015, 12:58 pm
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