I’d seen this series advertised, but initially, I wasn’t sure what it was about. So I passed on it a bit. I wish I hadn’t. This was extremely enlightening and a little scary. Now, I’ve always lived in the time of women having rights. I had no idea how much these women fought to get the ERA passed. I’d heard about Phyllis Schlafly, but I had no clue how….nasty she could be. Man. This isn’t a show you want to watch if you’re in the mood for lighthearted. It’s not. But if you’re looking to learn something, to pique your interest or just to be entertained while learning, then this is a show to watch. Not to be missed.
Conservative activist Phyllis Schlafly leads an unexpected fight against the Equal Rights Amendment movement during the 1970s.
I love John Grisham’s books. I know when I pick one up, I’m in for a treat. I really do. I got this one as a birthday present with the caveat I was supposed to give it to the giver when I finished it so the giver could read it. Odd way to give a gift, isn’t it? Anyway, it’s taken me a while to get to the book, but it’s quarantine time, so I’m reading a lot of things I’d otherwise put aside. Part of me wished I’d read it when I got it, but the rest of me is glad I waited. The thing is, this book is a tad uneven. It is. It’s almost like it was written in fits and starts. Not what I’ve come to expect from the author, but I was still entertained. It’s not one I’d recommend if you’re looking to try Grisham, but the story was interesting enough and kept me reading.
We expect our judges to be honest and wise. Their integrity is the bedrock of the entire judicial system. We trust them to ensure fair trials, to protect the rights of all litigants, to punish those who do wrong, and to oversee the flow of justice. But what happens when a judge bends the law or takes a bribe?
Lacy Stoltz is an investigator for the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct. It is her job to respond to complaints dealing with judicial misconduct. After nine years with the Board, she knows that most problems are caused by incompetence, not corruption.
But a corruption case eventually crosses her desk. A previously disbarred lawyer is back in business, and he claims to know of a Florida judge who has stolen more money than all other crooked judges combined. And not just crooked judges in Florida. All judges, from all states, and throughout United States history. And now he wants to put a stop to it. His only client is a person who knows the truth and wants to blow the whistle and collect millions under Florida law. When the case is assigned to Lacy, she immediately suspects that this one could be dangerous. Dangerous is one thing. Deadly is something else.
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I have a lot of hobbies that have nothing to do with my writing. Why? Because they don’t. I have a lot that have nothing to do with what I’ve read. Sometimes it’s just nice to have something that has nothing to do with the thing I consider a job. Yes, I do consider writing a passion, but it’s a job, too.
One thing I do have that sometimes is connected to my writing. I like to create jewelry. This time around, I had a release involving a mermaid and so I made a piece inspired by the book. My book. B-)
I’ve given this particular piece away as a prize because I like to give away the jewelry I make. Why? I make a lot of pieces and if I kept them all, I’d never have anywhere to put them all. *g*
Which book was it inspired by? Tress. Here’s a little bit about it:
Faeries After Dark/After Dark book 5
Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Megan Slayer Publications
She breathes air and he’s from the sea. Their love shouldn’t survive… should it?
Tress fell in love with Lukas the moment she saw him sparkling in the water. A dark-haired merman with the glittering blue tail captivated her. But he belongs in the water. She can’t leave the land. When a chance encounter gives her a taste of the sexy merman, she knows she needs more. She’s also got a problem—she’s pregnant. How are a merman and a floral faerie supposed to make their love work when they can’t be together?
Anything is possible with a little magic and a whole lot of faith.
Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.
Coming clean and accepting what you want has never been this sexy.
Jordan Brody commands the landscape on the football field. His punt returns are legendary. What’s not so legendary? His sexuality. The hulking football player likes to be spanked and dominated, but he’s not comfortable explaining his needs—until he visits Club Desire. The visit just might signal the game changer he’s been looking for.
Simon Blue knows how to dominate and how to read people. The moment he sees the sexy football player, he’s transfixed. Taking on a sub isn’t in his game plan, but there’s something about Jordan that calls to Simon’s soul. He’s convinced that a little spanking, some rope and a lot of patience will help Jordan seek the peace he desires—if he can convince Jordan to trust and submit.
Will these two wounded souls charge down the field in the ultimate score or fumble before the game begins?
Article by article of clothing, Jordan stripped himself bare. Being naked didn’t bother him. The locker room afforded no privacy. After a win, the guys routinely slapped each other on the ass, back and chest in congratulations. After a loss? The rookies tended to bear the brunt of the frustration and anger. Anyone with less than two years in the league was hazed by the older players. Jordan had been with the Wild Cats for five years and had never participated in the hazing, but he’d been on the receiving end a couple of times. He’d had his locker stuffed with soiled uniforms, his belongings hidden from him and the inside of his locker plastered with pictures of naked women.
He’d laughed and brushed off the incidents, knowing he’d gotten off easy. The taunts lobbed at the rookies could be harsh. Sometimes there were scuffles. He’d kept his head down and focused on his football career.
But he wasn’t at the practice complex. He was in the middle of the club with Simon. No one would be making fun of him here.
Jordan folded his clothing and placed the garments in a neat pile on one end of the couch. He sat on the cushion. What was he supposed to do while he waited until Simon returned? The chilly air in the room wrapped around his body, and his balls tightened. His nipples hardened, and he fought off the desire to touch himself. Simon hadn’t said a word about masturbating.
Anticipation slid through his veins. He’d never been with a Dom before, but from what he’d seen in porno movies and what he’d heard from Rocke, a Dom wasn’t a bad thing. The man in charge would demand the events of the evening were on his terms.
Jordan could handle taking orders. But for how long? When would his sense of pride enter and scream to take over? When would he realize he was being a pansy by letting another man spank him?
Shit. He hated when the dark thoughts entered his mind.
Behind him, the door creaked. Jordan bowed his head. Did Simon expect him to show respect that way? Or should he drop to the floor on his knees? Was Simon even behind him?
“You’re quite colorful.” Simon placed his hand on Jordan’s back. His breath warmed Jordan’s skin. “Soon, I’ll have you explain each marking.”
Oh? He’d never told anyone about the art—not all of it. Even his tattoo artist didn’t know the meaning of many of the images.
Simon stroked his fingers up and down Jordan’s spine. “Interesting.” He strolled around Jordan, giving Jordan a chance to look at him again. Instead of the tight black T-shirt, Simon wore a black tank top. He crouched in front of Jordan.
“I can see the wheels turning in your mind. You’re not sure what’s about to go down. You’re keeping yourself guarded in case you do something you believe is stupid.” He curled his fingers under Jordan’s chin, forcing him to look Simon in the eye. “When we play, I have rules. Rule one is no secrets. Tell me everything. If something feels good, bad, hurts, makes you mad, whatever, you tell me.”
“Yes, sir.” Was he supposed to call Simon by his name or sir?
“Rule two is how you will address me. In a scene, you will call me S. Out of a scene, you may use my name.”
“Rule three is the boundaries. I will abide by your boundaries, but I reserve the right to push you when I feel you’re ready. I am here to make you happy and give you the release you desire.”
“Rule number four concerns trust. I need your total trust. I respect you and will do my best to give you what you need. You must trust me that if I push, I’m doing it for a reason, not out of some perverse pleasure. You control what we do and when. Understand?”
“Yes, S.” Actually, he wasn’t sure he got what Simon meant. He’d been under the impression that the Dom ran the show. According to what Simon had said, the control was more or less in Jordan’s hands.
“You don’t look convinced.” Simon swiped his thumb across Jordan’s bottom lip. “If you use your safe word, we’ll stop. I respect you and your wishes. If you can handle offering up your control to me, I offer up mine to you, as well.”
“Thank you, S.” Jordan shivered. At least, he’d found a man who wanted to play equal. “What’s my safe word?”
“String bean.” A smile twitched on Simon’s lips. “Do you wish to back out?”
“Not a chance.” Hell, being under Simon’s care seemed like the most natural thing in the world. “I accept, and I’m grateful. Thank you, S.”
Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.
Mix one lanky shortstop with two brawny Doms and what do you get? A white hot good time.
On the baseball field, shortstop Rocke Houseman commands the crowd. They cheer as he makes plays and hits home runs. He loves his job in professional sports, but there’s something missing. He wants to be true to himself. When he tears up his knees during a critical play, his whole life is thrown into chaos. He turns to the one place he knows to find balance—Club Desire.
Carson and Jeremiah are a packaged deal. You deal with one, you deal with both. When the gutsy sub comes into Desire and wants a Dom, they step in to help him out. Rocke fits their bill—he’s athletic and lanky, but knows how to take direction. Can they help him work out his issues one ménage at a time? Or will the passion exploding amongst them be the final out?
The two men—he wasn’t sure who was Jeremiah and who was Carson—took him down a long hallway to a room. When the taller one opened the door, bright white light spilled into the darkened corridor.
“This is our room. First we talk then we play. Do you think you’re able to keep up with us?” The shorter of the two men leveled his gaze at Rocke. He stood only about an inch shorter than Rocke’s six foot frame. His jaw flexed as he stared at Rocke, and a tiny bit of scruff glimmered on his cheeks.
At this point, Rocke didn’t have anything to lose. He’d been pushed away by all but the last two Doms in the building. Rocke sighed and dipped his head. “I’d like to play.”
“Very well.” The taller one ushered him into the room. Unlike the other rooms, this particular room more resembled a bedroom. No BDSM bed or bar contraptions. There was just a plain bed with white sheets. Thick carpet muffled their footsteps as the Doms led him to a leather couch and armchair. The room reminded him more of an apartment than a play place.
“Before we get down to business, my name is Carson.” The taller one extended his hand. “This is my partner, Jeremiah. We’ve been together for eight years. We don’t take many subs, and when we do, it’s only one at a time. You are Rocke Houseman, correct? Sit.”
Something in Carson’s voice made Rocke want to comply. He debated sitting on the chair but only for a moment. This was a test—had to be. He knelt on the floor at their feet and bowed his head. Fuck. His knee screamed with pain, but he ignored the hurt. He’d never get better if he kept giving in to his injury.
“Very good but we don’t want you on the floor. Sit in the chair.” Carson perched on the edge of the sofa, and Jeremiah stood behind him with his arms folded. Where Jeremiah seemed to be covered in sleeves of tattoos, Carson was all pristine muscle. Carson leaned forward. “We could read the tablet and find out what your boundaries are, but we’d rather hear them from you.”
Rocke’s gaze vacillated between the two men. Most Doms didn’t want to talk. They read the dossier and went right into play. Rocke wobbled to his feet, careful not to wrench his knee, then sat on the armchair. The shards of pain subsided, and he laced his fingers together. Hopefully, Carson and Jeremiah hadn’t seen him wince.
“Go on,” Jeremiah prompted. The harness he wore bit into his muscled chest.
“I’m not a heavy player in the BDSM world. I’ve never tried most things. No inclination to.” Rocke shrugged. “My biggest kink is threesomes. I like a dick in my mouth and one in my ass. You can use a cock ring, cock cage, handcuff me, nipple clips or spank my ass red…I’m game. But no permanent marks. I can’t have anything that’ll show in the locker room.”
“Why?” Carson prompted.
Rocke shifted in his seat. The leather creaked beneath him. They’d find out sooner or later—don’t leave marks if you don’t want to have to explain them to everyone in detail. The locker room was worse than a newsroom. They had to know everything. But he needed to trust Carson and Jeremiah. Something about the pair made him want to take a chance. They didn’t seem like others in his past who’d wanted to exploit his waning celebrity status.
“I’m a professional baseball player. I’m the shortstop for the Falcons. Eight years with a .285 batting average—well, until I blew out my knee. ACL injury three games from the playoffs and we’re in first place in our division. Sucked.” Rocke groaned. He’d given away a lot of info.
“We saw that play. You’re lucky to be standing without crutches.” Jeremiah rounded the sofa and sat beside his partner. “And you still got the double play.”
“I did.” The tips of his ears burned. They’d seen him on the field? “I have to ask—who’s your favorite team?”
“Grizzlies,” Carson replied. “The team that took you out.”
“Ah.” Maybe, this wasn’t such a good idea. Rocke sank down in his seat. “They’re a formidable team. I wish I hadn’t gotten cocky.”
“You had to. It’s who you are.” Carson rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb. “Who was your Dom before? We noticed you took a shine to Zane.”
“Everyone here.” Rocke snorted. The harder he’d tried to please a Dom, the faster he pushed them away. “You’ve probably heard all about me. I’m difficult.”
“How so?” Jeremiah reclined on the sofa and draped his arms across the back. “Details.”
Did they want to shame him? Jesus. “I like to talk. I don’t want to be demeaned. I’m not wild about wax and shit on my body.” His voice cracked, and the fury deep within him came to a head. “I want to be tied up and fucked. Use me like the God damn media does.”
He’d lost his temper. Fuck.
He couldn’t breathe. Rocke rested his head in his hands. “Sorry. I’m good at following orders, but I tend to top from the bottom. I’m hard to control, I guess.” They’d boot him just like the others. He might as well get up and leave…once his knee decided to cooperate. He closed his eyes and focused on controlling the pain in his soul. If he pushed the searing hurt deep, it wouldn’t bother him.
“Hard to control is in the eye of the beholder.” Carson placed his hand on Rocke’s thigh. “You may be one of the more challenging subs, but it’s not a death sentence. It simply means you haven’t found the right Doms—until now.”
She has always loved her cowboy, but, to keep him, she’ll have to show the world her heart.
Colton and Steph have been a thing since high school. Colton, a cowboy who stubbornly tends to his family’s horse ranch, likes a simple life. Steph, now a famous Hollywood star, likes things with a little more flash and bang. The two of them couldn’t be any more different and yet, when they come together, it’s an explosion of lust that rivals the intensity of a flame to gasoline.
Steph gets away as often as she can, visiting Colton between movies she’s working on, and Colton is always there waiting for her. She has put her career ahead of everything, and in an effort to keep Colton a secret and ensuring his privacy is not disturbed, she also lets the media have control over her love life, allowing whatever gossip they dream up to run unchecked, except where he’s concerned. But when the media finds her visiting Colton’s ranch, she lies about how much he means to her in an effort to protect his anonymity.
It’s a lie that could destroy her life completely because it’s one that Colton believes. And the next time she goes to see him, he’s not there to greet her. Steph finds herself in a race not just to find him but to show him how much he means to her and what she’s willing to do to prove it.
Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been significantly revised, and reedited, for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
A celebrity can’t hide forever in a small town—not when love enters the picture.
Liam Blackwell’s career is in a slump and he needs a boost fast. What’s a celebrity to do when he needs experience in a small town? Go to Cedarwood. There are just three requirements—research the town, learn the script and don’t get romantically involved, because Liam hasn’t come out. No sweat, until a meeting in the center of town throws the plan all out of whack.
Stone McCartney lives for his job rescuing animals and finding them forever homes. He’s not looking for love, but when he sees Liam, he can’t help wanting to make a connection.
Can the budding relationship survive the ghosts from Stone’s past? Or will Liam and Stone part ways?
Reader advisory: This book contains a stalker, a shooting, and references to cruelty to animals.
I’m a sucker for some musicals. Plus, I love Elton John. I got to see him on the Face to Face tour in 2003 with Billy Joel. I’ve loved his music since I was a youngling. I know this isn’t EXACTLY how it all happened, but the music is good, Taron Egerton is great as Elton and it’s a good version. It’s fantastical, just like Elton. Plus, the music is great.
A musical fantasy about the fantastical human story of Elton John‘s breakthrough years.
I love me some animal mystery books. I like when the cat or dog or whatever is the main helper to solve the mystery.
This book…it’s been a bit of a trudge. It’s very long and there are big chunks of not much going on. I’d rather just have the cat give his insights and leave it at that. It’s rather outlandish, too. Too much about expensive shoes and situations that just don’t happen. It’s rather far fetched. That said I did like Matt (I think it was Matt. He and Max were a bit confusing.) I liked he had his issues and scars to work through. That character has made it bearable so far.
I’ll finish the book, but I doubt I’ll pick up another.
Midnight Louie is back!…along with the human the black tomcat condescends to spend his days with: Temple Barr, a redheaded publicist whose love for expensive shoes is matched only by her affinity for trouble.
This time trouble shows up on her doorstep, in the form of a boyfriend previously gone missing…during a murder investigation. No fool she, Temple decides it’s time for a break. A romance writers’ convention–complete with a male-model Incredible Hunk pageant–sounds like just what the doctor ordered.
Unfortunately, a pair of dazzling Cinderella shoes goes missing, one of the would-be Fabios ends up dead, and Temple’s investigations into the matters get more complicated–and more dangerous–than she planned.
Luckily, there’s a smart and smart-mouthed cat prowling around.