Chameleons on Plaid Cloth

STOP!

2008-06-27T16:45:00.000-07:00

I'm migrating to WordPress! Go here!

Hunt Seat Equitation--the ride!

2008-06-08T18:51:00.001-07:00

This is the 2nd place ribbon ride! (See below, too!)

This is not our horse. This is a "school horse" named Magumba. Our horse isn't quite *there* yet :)

From worried to joyful

2008-06-08T17:57:00.000-07:00

My daughter took 2nd place in a Hunt Seat Equitation class at a horse show on 6/8/08. I'm very proud of her. I think this video is hysterical. I could see the concern on her face...and then VICTORY!

2008-06-01T12:35:00.000-07:00

I need to take a moment, and damn...I didn't have a TWIX candy-bar (in reference to their silly TV commercial). I'm at the tale-end (the tail end) of The Orca King, II rewrites and wanted to take a step back and think about the climactic end. So, I made a book trailer for "Mooncusser Cove," which is one of my personal favorite writes.

Did I solve my TOKII dilemma? Maybe. I'm looking for a few beta readers! A crit partner!

Thanks!

Darr

Still whining about no Torchwood!

2008-05-31T14:18:00.000-07:00

Here it is, Saturday...and no Torchwood. When, BBCAmerica...when?

I'm afraid I'm addicted to the omni-sexuality of Capt. Jack Harkness, the accents and the eggs cooked in 3 inches of oil. It gives me such a fright.

Cover Cafe artwork contest

2008-05-25T12:28:00.000-07:00

Kudos to April Martinez for creating a fabulous cover for Mooncusser Cove!

I haven't promo'd this at all--but since it's the last day to vote, please head on over to Cover Cafe and strike a vote for April and Mooncusser Cove!

What's not to love about this cover?

Thank you!

Someone quick! Get a butterfly net! Moths are eating the princess!

2008-05-21T06:35:00.000-07:00

Princess Beatrice. Lovely girl. Nice family. Her mother rocks. But what the heck is with the adornment of butterflies on her head? Was she going to set them free after the nuptials of her cousin instead of tossing rice or birdseed?

Do you think her grandmother, the Queen, said, "Hey, babe. Nice hat." Or just gave her a sedate smile and whispered a silent prayer that Beatrice converts to the Roman Catholic faith so that she will no longer be fifth in line for the British throne?

I totally love the Royals...but that hat...oy vey.

2008-05-18T08:42:00.001-07:00

Any news of Torchwood?

2008-05-17T17:16:00.000-07:00

I'm soooo bored with TV! There's no Torchwood! BBCAmerica...play reruns! Play anything!

I am a Capt. Jack fan! Okay...I really like the actor, John Barrowman. :)

Darragha's Delights May Newsletter video

2008-05-13T06:19:00.001-07:00

Someone take the Handycam away from me! Yup, this is me. And a large poster of my new book. With the dog and the husband.

Just go buy the damn thing at Amazon and make a "less-fat" (I've lost 55lbs!) woman happy. I'm pleased to say, in my humble, considered opinion, that I no longer look like Jabba the Hut!

If you'd rather go "E" please visit Liquid Silver Books and search for Darragha Foster's ebooks!

Odin, Loki, Hel and I thank you :)

Darragha

2008-05-02T20:14:00.000-07:00

This amuses me. I love Meatloaf. Always have. And this chick is a total babe! Holy smut...it's Tiffany! My 16 year old daughter likes the boy (Adam Cagley of Disney TV fame).

Now, on a serious note: wash your hands. Often. Five members of my family have suffered with the Norwalk Virus this week. It is the most horrific, pervasive, lingering virus I have had the displeasure of contracting. Go wash your hands. Now.

Darr

Check it out!

2008-04-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

So many gods...so little time. Get yours here!

Round Two

2008-04-21T18:45:00.001-07:00

2008-04-19T19:49:00.003-07:00

My first attempt at a video for the League of Amazing Writers. I think it's a tad too long and I need to change the music...somehow. I need to add the credits, too.

Darr

So many gods...so little time!

2008-04-19T08:38:00.001-07:00

Lookie what's coming to print! Teaching Old Gods New Tricks! April Martinez is a goddess, herself. Her covers...one word: breathtaking. Her blog. Her website.

I see no reason why everyone shouldn't have this book in e-format and in print. Go ye now, with plastic or paypal password in-hand, and buy the e-edition here. Thanks!

Google ads

2008-04-18T06:05:00.000-07:00

The top of my email area always has little RSS ads from Google. For some reason these words are haunting me:

Vineyard Spam Salad - Combine grapes, spam, peapods and onions in large bowl

All i an say is: Ewwwww.

2008-04-16T21:19:00.000-07:00

This is my first "test video" for Liquid Silver Books' Terran Realm series.

Video, take 2

2008-04-15T18:39:00.001-07:00

After some comments and constructive criticism, (thank you!), I've made some changes.

You like?

Darr

2008-04-14T22:14:00.001-07:00

2008-04-13T13:11:00.000-07:00

This lovely beastie is about to go to print. An ebook is gonna get hard. Firm. Bound. All those good things.

Pretty cool, huh? If you want to be on the mailing list for when this puppy gets wood (pulp), drop me an email (darragha @ gmail. com) with the subject line: GOTTA HAVE IT.

Thanks!

Darr

Excerpt: "Book Night" by Darragha Foster

2008-04-12T15:36:00.001-07:00

STOP NOW AND READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD. The below-listed tale is way too saucy for a general audience. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you again.

Helpless Appetites, or

What Happens when one takes the Gor Series to Heart
By Darragha Foster
With apologies to John Norman

Helpless Appetites, he said. Helpless appetites that he, alone could satisfy. He alone could quell my passion and my release my burgeoning desires. Sounded like a challenge to me. I went for it. I’d been eyeing Antwon for some time. I wore deep v-neck shirts and flirted with him during group. Educated, with black horned-rim glasses and a conservatively dressed, he was the most handsome African-American man I’d ever seen. Something about him just sang to me. I wanted him. For weeks he’d walked me out to my car. It was all I could do not to push him into my backseat and ride him to glory. I couldn’t read him at all. Was he attracted to me?

It seems he was, indeed—and he had special plans for me. He met me outside our usual venue and invited me to his place—for a private reading. A private reading, my ass. I would have screwed him in the parking lot—so sure, I went home with him.

The man likes Gor. I was met by a huge framed Boris Vellejo painting from the cover of Tarnsman of Gor inside the front door. It was the red silky ties and yellow pillows on the front room floor that made me believe this was going to be more than just a normal roll in the hay.

He handed me a goblet of wine. “Slave wine?” I asked.

“Of course,” Antwon replied. “Drink it, then kneel.”

“Kneel?” I replied. “You’re being a little presumptuous thinking I’m going to go down on you already, aren’t you?”

“Tonight, you shall call me Master. You shall wear my collar and act as a slave should.”

“Ah, a little role-playing. All right. But I’ve never been into the whole Master/slave thing. It’s degrading and demeaning to women,” I replied.

“Oh, really? I have seen the gleam in your eyes when you read the line, be proud of your slave heart aloud to the group. You have the strong heart of a slave. You have the broad heart of a woman who knows she can be owned. It is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts or feelings from her master. He knows her too well.”

“All that you get from hearing me read aloud?” I asked.

“Kneel,” he again commanded.

It took him over an hour to get me to kneel. He held his hands behind his back and calmly, very patiently, encouraged me to give myself over to him. To give up control. Control. I had never given up control.

He recited from Beasts of Gor, the book we’d been reading in our literature circle. It had been introduced to the group as a joke. After we finished the first in the series, Tarnsman of Gor, we agreed to read the entire series. “Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave.”

I balked. “I will call no man Master. Ever.”

He brought his hands around. In them he held a simple leather collar.

I shook my head. “I am not a slave.”

He laughed. “On Gor, it is said that free women are slaves who have not yet been collared.” He was quoting again. Magicians of Gor. I was beginning to hate the series.

“It’s a reading group, Antwon, not a slave market,” I replied.

“Wear my collar. Find the joy and serenity that comes from being owned. You shall want for nothing, experience everything and truly understand what it is to be a sexual creature. When you wear my collar.”

“I am in control of my destiny. No man…” I began.

“And yet, you are on your knees before me. Your ego is all that is standing between you and true happiness in my arms. Under my cane. In my collar and in my bed.” Antwon took a step forward. He reached out with his large, smooth dark hand and stroked away an errant wisp of red hair from my eyes. “Wear my collar. Accept your true nature. Let me feed your helpless appetites until you are full in both body and spirit. When you call me Master, it shall be as pleasurable for us both as if it were an orgasm.”

I was caving. “Safe words?”

He shook his head. “None needed. I will treasure you. Protect you. Worship you. Take you to new heights.” He deftly unfastened his button fly with one hand.

I wanted him. His thick penis beckoned to me from beyond the shadow of denim and dark blue boxer briefs. I wanted him. In me. Now.

I reached out for him.

He shook his head. “Only if you wear my collar.”

“You want to make love to me as much as I want you to make love to me. Why the charade? Why not just do it?” I asked.

“Because, you are so beautiful, there, on your knees before me. I am compelled to make you mine as a man should take a woman,” Antwon replied.

“Yeah, on Gor. Honey, we’re in the suburbs.”

“You kneel before my Homestone. This is Gor. Be beautiful for me.”

I really wanted to have sex with this guy. I felt warm, wet and anxious between my legs. My nipples had hardened and I swear my pulse rate had climbed to a dangerous level. What would one night of a little Master/slave play do to me? Would I be harmed? Would I be healed?

I bowed my head, thinking only of his perfect, full lips kissing me between my legs, in that place that wanted him so. I thought of that moment when he would enter me, hard and hot. I knew some quotes, too. Slave Girl of Gor. I whispered, paraphrasing the quote to fit my situation, feeling the words upon my lips like a gentle kiss. "How beautiful I must look to him. I sense his incredible maleness; the animal maleness of him. For the first time in my life I understand what might be the meaning of the expression "male," and as I lay before him what might be the meaning of the expression "female." How beautiful I must look to him, lying bound, totally vulnerable at his feet. How such a sight must stir the splendor of his manhood. I am caught and helpless, his to do with in lust and pleasure, and joy, as he pleases, helpless to escape him, free for him to work his will upon me."

He again stroked my cheek, and slipped his collar around my throat. As he secured the latch I nearly exploded in orgasm. He sensed that. “You may not come until I tell you to.”

I reached out for him.

He struck my hand. “Not until I say so. You are so helpless and needy. My needy little slave. Do you need me?”

“Yes,” I replied. The collar felt heavy; weighty. At the same time, I felt so free. I did need him. I did.

“Yes, who?” Antwon encouraged.

“Yes, Master,” I said softly.

“You may crawl to me and pleasure me orally,” he instructed.

I devoured him. I wanted to swallow him whole—I wanted to choke on his size. I mouthed him and stroked him in rhythm to my own internal mantra, I do have helpless appetites. I do have helpless appetites. I do have helpless appetites.

I could taste his ardor. His maleness brimmed. He replaced my hand with his own and stroked his orgasm down my throat, paraphrasing yet another snippet of Slavegirl of Gor. "I took her by the hair and thrust her head down into the furs. A man can truly love only that woman who is truly his, who belongs to him. Otherwise he is only a part to a contract."

Reeling with want for Antwon, for my Master, I replied after a hard swallow, "A woman can love only that man to whom she truly belongs."

Antwon whispered, using his foot to push me back onto the floor. "To whom do you truly belong, Slave?" he asked.

"To you, Master," I said.

"You please me, Slave Girl," he said.

He dropped to the floor beside me and kissed my collar.

It was going to be a lovely evening. God, I love Book Night.

What I read this week

2008-04-12T15:22:00.000-07:00

Jinn and Tonic, an unpublished (but not for long!) story by Ashlyn Chase. What a sexy, cute read! This could have been longer. I wasn't ready for it to end!

The Thief and the Desert Flower (still reading...OMG this is good) by Bonnie Dee
This hasn't been submitted to anyone yet. Bonnie's prose is soooo well done. I'm jealous! :)

Living Food for Good Health by Gillian McKeith (I love BBCAmerica TV shows)

Darr

Darragha's Birthday Contest Winner

2008-04-12T13:11:00.000-07:00

Tameka Green, you win

1. an ebook of your choice from the Darragha collection, and
2. your choice of ebook (any ebook) from Liquid Silver Books

Thanks to all who participated!

Darragha

Look away

2008-04-12T08:30:00.000-07:00

As a mother and fairly decent person I have issues with the whole Harry Potter's hoo-hoo photos on the internet. Sure, the kid has a 10-minute nude stretch in Equus and it's his choice, yadda yadda yadda. I'm just uncomfortable with the whole thing.

So I fixed this picture to make it more "friendly." There's just something wrong with 383 misspelled comments from kids in their early teens on the sites that have the nudie pictures posted. I expect no such dribble here! This is a dribble-free zone.

Janeway rocks. Period. End of discussion.

2008-04-11T15:37:00.000-07:00

Thriller!

2008-04-08T09:20:00.000-07:00

I AM SO RUNNING A CONTEST (SEE BELOW POSTS), BUT this is just too fascinating not to post. Convicts. Dancing to Thriller. Now there's a rehabilitation program if I ever saw one. -- Darr

2008-04-02T17:49:00.000-07:00

thanksathon survey

First and Last Name:

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I read M/M romancesHell yesHeck no

The spicer, the better. I like my romances to scorch!No crotch burners for me! Keep it behind closed doors.

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Look who's sleeping with Johnny Depp every night

2008-03-30T09:14:00.001-07:00

Hrithik

2008-03-25T06:13:00.000-07:00

Let's speak briefly about

Hrithik Roshan

an Indian actor of some fame across the pond.

I've never seen one of his movies.
I have friends who saw him on a huge flat screen TV at another friend's house and were completely gobsmacked.

The man is lovely.
Bollywood here I come!

2008-03-21T19:45:00.000-07:00

I'm so freakin' excited!

2008-03-15T13:48:00.000-07:00

I am inspired.

My stable tale is coming along nicely, but as I plot the evil actions of the trafficker in it, I became incredibly inspired to write a M/M paranormal that is steeped with all the weird sh*t I am apparently famous for.

Opening scene: M/M lovers being burned at the stake (and/or having their entrails spilled and set on fire with c*ck and b*lls cut off and inserted orally) as witches in a FUTURE time in a place called New Salem. Lukas (burned at the stake) travels across the mountains of death intent on finding his lover, Jonathan, in another life.

The possibilities for their reincarnations are endless. Perhaps mindless...oh, no! I'm plotting this one out and having a blast.

And then I'm working out the next "Eventide" tale, too! The woman who would be king. Yeah...she's one tough b*tch.

So, what's filling your mind these days?

Darr

2008-03-11T19:34:00.000-07:00

32

guess what this number corresponds to and i'll give you a cookie.

go ahead...guess.

darr

horse shows and writing

2008-03-09T18:04:00.000-07:00

I somehow need to figure out how to write at horse shows. A portable desk? I guess I can sit in the HEATED "office" area until my daughter is showing. Tables, chairs. It's kind of nice. As opposed to, you understand, the covered outside arena with cold wooden benches (bring a blanket to sit on) and the smell of horses all day long.

I like being a "horse mom" (think: soccer mom), but darn...I don't have to watch if my daughter isn't riding! I could write!

Thinking ahead...oooo...and next time, I bring a snack.

Darr

2008-02-28T19:21:00.000-08:00

Dreams of being acquired...

2008-02-11T06:22:00.000-08:00

Last night I dreamed that Big Tom and I were kissing and that he "transferred" some magic into me. Very cool dream. He also "protected" my family from another Native American shapeshifter with evil intentions. And my miniature dachshund was able to walk briefly on air, too.

I believe this is a sign that the sequel "The Orca King: Jaded Passions" is going to pass muster with the acquiring director of Liquid Silver and be a successful e-novel. Plus that...it gave me an idea for another in the series :)

The Orca King: Jaded Passions

2008-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:00

About six months to write and one heck of a battle for a title...I'm pleased to share that I finished "The Orca King: Jaded Passions." The sequel. The continuation.

The great write whale returns in The Orca King: Jaded Passions
A tale of one woman trapped in the land of suspension of disbelief, and loving it.

Introducing Tommy, the bi-sexual heir of Big Tom, Rule Jentry, the book reviewing, disbelieving in true love heroine, Tavis, the possessed deputy and one-time lover of Tommy, Ruth and Esther Marshall, sisters in jeopardy from Orcas Island's bitter past, and re-introducing Oliver Pendergaast, the sodomite, drunken sheriff who knows he's in Hell and doesn't care.

Stay tuned!

Darragha

There, but for the grace of God and...and half a clue...go I

2008-01-13T16:03:00.000-08:00

Never use company equipment for personal use. Never use company equipment for personal use. Heck, I bring my own laptop to the day job and write on my lunch hour. Because I KNOW BETTER than to ever use company equipment for personal use. Have I? Yes. Did I stop? Oh, yes! Was I caught? Kind of. Was it one of the worst moments of my life because I value my day job and employer? Yes.
Never use company equipment for personal use. Now...that said...I hope this lady's novel rocks!

Lusty novelist paged for writing on the job

December 26, 2007 4:47 PM

Unfortunately for Tanja Shelton, her job didn't include writing bodice rippers. She was supposed to be doing whatever it is a production control scheduler for an industrial machine maker does.

Typing, lots and lots of typing, made Typing Tanja's boss suspicious.

No sharply chiseled hero came to Typing Tanja's rescue. She got fired for her romantic ruminating...

After the writings were discovered, the company fired Shelton and challenged her claim for unemployment benefits. That led to a state hearing, at which Shelton testified that her writing was a way of honing her job skills during slow periods at work.

"I was writing, but it wasn't necessarily a book," she testified. "I was just typing my thoughts down, trying to keep my brain moving. I wanted to improve my typing skills."

She said she didn't consider her fiction writing a violation of the company policy that prohibits personal use of the computer.

Now she's got plenty of time to finish just what the world needs, another romance novel. As the reporter said, "Unbridled lust! Unspoken passion! Unemployment!"

Eventide is at hand!

2008-01-10T19:07:00.000-08:00

Eventide is now up at Bam's. At the end of the serial, I'll choose one poster/commentator from those who post to receive this gorgeous Eventide key fob. (I did the cover. Pretty nice, huh?)

Darr :)

Torchwood's new season--bring it on!

2008-01-10T06:54:00.000-08:00

Klingon sex on Torchwood. Such a new season it's going to be! Whoot!

Mooncusser Cove's FABULOUS review

2008-01-08T18:19:00.001-08:00

From The Romance Studio (read full review here)

Mooncusser Cove is different from anything I've read in a while and that's a good thing. The author told this tale with authority and made me believe it from the beginning. Her heroine is intelligent, stubborn to a fault, and engages in sex with nothing short of absolute glee. The characterization in this story was very strong but I particularly enjoyed the heroine. The sensual scenes were frequent and frank but blended into the story as prescribed making the plot flow very well. There were dark moments in the story, some that will stay with you after the tale is read, but it's well worth it. Ms. Foster has a unique writing style that calls to mind the classics. Mooncusser Cove is a fast-paced, intense, and darkly erotic read. Don't miss it!

**I am really pleased with this freakin' awesome review!** I think I'll hold a contest! Impromptu, but what the heck!

Anyone who forwards me a "purchased" receipt for Mooncusser Cove will be entered into a drawing to win this lovely Mooncusser Cove watch!

I'll pick one winner from all entries on Saturday, January 12th and announce it here and at Silver Expressions, where I am the guest author that day.

Secondary prize for sh*ts and giggles: anyone who posts the words "I wanna go to Mooncusser Cove!" will go into a drawing to win both ebooks in my Shadow Lover series...Cold, Hard Kash and Mooncusser Cove. One winner, announced Saturday, as well.

Thank you!

Darragha

Eventide

2008-01-05T13:11:00.000-08:00

Coming soon in serial-format at Bammie's "It's Not Chick Porn" blog!

Eventide by moi, Darragha Foster!

Prince Hlini, or Lin, for short, is a man’s man. He enjoys riding, archery and killing animals in days-long hunts with his courtiers. He is also royal pain in the ass—literally. His voyeuristic and sodomite penchants have kept him much too buy to find a suitable wife in which to sprout his noble seed—because it’s safer to make love to page boys and stable-hands than it is to possibly produce a child who will someday poison you to usurp your throne. Prince Lin also suffers from a tad bit of paranoia. There is one woman whose tremendous beauty (and delicious potatoes) has caught his eye…Sigyn of the garden corner. But greeting her from horseback is about as close as he’s ever been.

Sigyn is the daughter of the village witch and the village undertaker. She is of the lowest caste in the kingdom, for she works on her knees in the dirt, mixing in compost created by her father from the burning of the kingdom’s dead. Still…she has the most successful vegetable stall in the realm. People come from far and wide to buy her fruit and veg. With strength, beauty and a height most women will never see, Sigyn could have many suitors—all lower class, uneducated dirt-farmers. She wants more from life. She wants to be king.

A fleshy poll

2008-01-01T18:25:00.000-08:00

Hey! I don't know who nominated Of Flesh and Blood for best anthology of 2007...but we're there and that's kind of cool! To vote, you need to be a member of: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/

After you join the group, please vote for "Of Flesh and Blood" here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/polls (bottom of the list/best anthology).

On behalf of Tina, Celine and myself, thank you!

Darragha

Why...oh, why...did we think of Hercules?

2007-12-30T12:33:00.001-08:00

I'm cooking lunch and my husband is doing dishes...and for some reason we BOTH broke into song, singing a very old cartoon theme song. Something neither of us had thought of for years. I don't recall what precipitated the event...but here's the song...

Hercules, hero of song and story!
Hercules, winner of ancient glory!
Fighting for the right, fighting with his might;
With the strength of ten, ordinary men!
Hercules, people are safe when near him!
Hercules, only the evil fear him!
Softness in his eyes, iron in his thighs;
Virtue in his heart, fire in every part of
The Mighty Hercules!

Wanna here the song? Click here.

I always kind of liked the witch (pictured above). And I vaguely recall thinking the "iron in his thighs" was naughty.

Now...here's the rub...this cartoon first aired in 1963. And I remember it. Oy vey!

Darr

Happy New Year

2007-12-30T11:07:00.000-08:00

In anticipation of my new website design, I'm going to give away this custom-made 1GB USB key! It will ship directly to the winner (as I am AWFUL about getting to the post office, as some of you are aware---my bad).

Look for the new design announcement soon and enter the contest!

Darr

Auld Lang Syne

2007-12-29T10:35:00.000-08:00

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road had been lost. -- Dante

Chakotay: If you always see the road ahead of you it's not worth the trip

This is what I am pondering today. My road has been bumpy as Hell in 2007 and here I am but hours away from 2008. But where those rises I encountered and seemingly surpassed truly so difficult that I am battle-weary and scarred going into the new year?

I had major surgery to benefit my health;
I had two books come out, both of which pleased me greatly to write;
My husband's kidney disease went into remission;
My daughter got a horse and thereby, we have driven the road to BB Stable every day since February--sometimes more than once;
We got to spend time with Thordur Bjorn, my dear Icelandic love (husband of Helga Dis, father of Thula Katrin and Esja)
2007 marks the 30th year of friendship with Thordur's father, Siggi, and his wife, Annalisa, also of Iceland. Holy crap I'm getting old! It was the tail-end of 1977 when I first wrote Siggi;
We remodeled my office and the daughter's bedroom;
I lost Kitty-Girl after 18 years, but gained Teague, the Hell-cat;

Doesn't seem too adventurous or treacherous, heh? It's the things written between the lines that caused me woe this year. And I am making concerted efforts to amend my personal actions which caused me and mine distress in 2007. Hey! Change is good! It's uncomfortable, but damn...change is soooo good.

Here's to embracing the changes of 2008! Come hill and valley and forceful blockade, I am armed and ready. Bring it freakin' on.

May those who read this experience boundless joy, peace, security and good circumstances in 2008.

Darr

Ho! Ho! Ho!

2007-12-17T18:33:00.000-08:00

Buy an e-copy of "Mooncusser Cove," a twisted, bizarre, macabre tale (oooo....just like real life!) for yourself or a friend and receive three free tarot readings! Like I said on the Romance Studio drawings and give-aways page...one for you...one for your friend...and one for that male model you have shackled in your closet :)

Gift the gift of Darragha this holiday season. If you aren't hanged, drawn and quartered by your friends, enemies and/or hellatives for sending them a download of an erotic romance, you might just be the hero/heroine of the year! You never know what they're going to like! This truly is the gift for the person who has everything else!

Darr

PS Don't forget to forward your Moonie receipt to me at darragha @ gmail. com (no spaces) with a question for YOUR reading :)

Next!

2007-12-13T19:19:00.000-08:00

Jodi wins the ebook and reading! Jodi...come on down!

Next question: What's the movie title, buckaroo? Today's winner receives an ebook download from the Darragha collection.

Time counts and keeps countin', and we knows now finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride. But that's our trek, we gotta' travel it. And there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna' lead. Still in all, every night we does the tell, so that we 'member who we was and where we came from... but most of all we 'members the man that finded us, him that came the salvage. And we lights the city, not just for him, but for all of them that are still out there. 'Cause we knows there come a night, when they sees the distant light, and they'll be comin' home.

My daughter and her horse

2007-12-09T11:33:00.000-08:00

Another day, another question

2007-12-09T08:52:00.000-08:00

Stephanie wins the two free readings!

Today's question is:

Who said this line, and what movie is it from? And if you like said movie, what's your favorite quote from it? (no post the entire script, darlings!)

Screws just fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.

Today's winner will receive a free ebook from the Darragha collection AND free tarot reading. It just gets better, huh?

Darr

Thursday Trivia

2007-12-06T06:26:00.000-08:00

Lesliejane wins the free ebook for answering Wednesday's trivia correctly!

Today's trivia is:

What's the name of the historical romance novel that featured a heroine with three arms (gotta love an art department kicking coffee, huh?)

Today's winner will receive two free tarot readings. One for you and one for a friend! Or two for you. :)

Darr

Trivia time!

2007-12-05T05:56:00.000-08:00

Post which movie the quote is from to win a cookie. Don't want a cookie? All right...I'll choose one winner from all the correct answers to win an e-copy of one of my books. Really soon! So, what movie is this from:

Dr. Ngegitigegitibaba: It has won the Poo-litzer Prize and it hasn't even been poo-blished yet!

Elliot Richards: Thank you, Dr. Ngegitigegitibaba!

M/M on BBCAmerican

2007-12-02T16:47:00.000-08:00

I don't know what to think about Capt. Jack Harkness on Torchwood. He is freakishly mysterious, handsome, and seems to enjoy sexual relations with males and females of both earthly and otherworldly persuasions. In the episode "Captain Jack Harkness" we find out that he isn't really Capt. Jack, but that the dude he's embracing is the real "Capt. Jack." Long story, of his life during 1941. Capt. Jack is apparently, immortal.

Immortal--and loved by many. Here's the embrace between him and one of his employees when he "returns from the dead."

But this guy has more of a father/son relationship with Capt. Jack.

I can't wait until January to find out more! Gods bless BBCAmerica for Torchwood!

"Fluid Sexuality" is how Wikipedia described "Torchwood." I guess this video says it all.

Cinnamon in the sewers

2007-11-26T06:39:00.001-08:00

At an environmental/women's action meeting last January in Anacortes, Washington, an official for the town informed us that the most prevalent compounds in the sewers of Anacortes for November and December were cinnamon, vanilla, caffeine and Prozac. I would not want the job of determining what, besides what's expected to be in the sewers, is down there. But it's good to know that more holiday baking is going on than the consumption of Prozac!

Now, where are my cookies?

Darr :)

On a wish and in my hands for prayers!

2007-11-25T17:07:00.000-08:00

I just found what I want for Christmas! New Buddhist prayer beads. Oh, my goodness these are pretty beads...

I want the cobalt blue beads. Where's Santa?

Wow...if I could do a handful more readings today, I'd make the money to buy them myself....any takers?

Darr :)

2007-11-12T13:28:00.001-08:00

November=Thanksgiving

2007-11-04T07:07:00.000-08:00

I do not relish our American Thanksgiving for the sole fact that my household is torn between four families all wanting us to "join them for dinner." It is insane to eat several Thanksgiving meals on one day! Insane! Even when I could gorge myself (which I can no longer do thanks to weight loss surgery) I couldn't understand why the EAT EAT EAT mentality pervades the Thanksgiving Holiday.

I love spending time with my mother and step-father, father and step-mother, my wonderful cousins on my dad's side, my husband's family members and my step-father's family---but not all of them on the same day! This year, I'm thinking we have a dinner at noon, a dinner at 3 and a dinner at 7. I'm afraid to check to confirm this, however!

Food should not be the focus of Thanksgiving. But alas, for many it is. Food=love is a mindset that I appreciate, fear and embrace all at the same time.

That said, I'm going to celebrate Thanksgiving my way, right here.

Thanks giving. Giving thanks. Showing Appreciation. It starts with your attitude. One of my favorite quotes from Ikedaquotes.org is:

When your determination changes, everything will begin to move in the direction you desire. The moment you resolve to be victorious, every nerve and fiber in your being will immediately orient itself toward your success. On the other hand, if you think, “This is never going to work out,” then at that instant every cell in your being will be deflated and give up the fight. Then everything really will move in the direction of failure.

Welcome to Darragha's Thanksgiving dinner table. We're all going to take a turn, in fine holiday tradition, sharing those things in our lives for which we are thankful. The day after Thanksgiving, I'll draw one winner from the posting thankful to receive a lovely prize--but I need to check with an artist friend of mine first to make sure she can have "the lovely prize" ready by then. If not, I'll provide a reasonable facsimile.

I get to go first!

I appreciate my sufferings as they propel me forward;
I appreciate my parents, for they gave me the gift of life--twice! (My parents and step-parents paid for my weight-loss surgery);
I appreciate my loving husband and daughter--even when they're making me crazy;
I appreciate having a day job. It is a daily source of inspiration for my career as a novelist;
I appreciate every twist, turn, corner and dead-end in my personal labyrinth. I am blazing my own way through it!
I appreciate my readers, without whom my characters would surely starve;

Your turn!

Darr :)

Contest for Dead Man's Trousers, part II

2007-10-30T06:28:00.001-07:00

Hey, Peeps! The contest continues for one more day! Go here for more information!

Darr

Looking for a reading?

2007-10-27T09:05:00.001-07:00

Scroll down to the bottom of his page, or go here. :)

Darr

You asked for it! I'm mailing it!

2007-10-21T19:32:00.001-07:00

Anita, Sarah, Aimee, Carolyn, Jean, Beth, Jill, Diane & Catilin...

Your sticky note pads, etc., are in the mail!

Darr :)

Thanks for visiting your Bellingham Author!

2007-10-15T06:05:00.000-07:00

Whoohoo! Thanks to all the visitors clicking in from Barb's sign, Visit Bellinghamauthor.com!

My official author page is: www.darraghafoster.com. This blog is updated all the time with contests, new book blurbs and more. Thanks for visiting and thanks for supporting Bellingham's Romance Novelist!

I'd like to offer all those visiting my site a treat! If you email me at darragha @ gmail. com (no spaces) with the subject heading: I SAW BARB'S SIGN, and give me your name and mailing address, I'll send you some bookmarkers and/or sticky notes gratis!

Here's where to buy my books: (and thanks!)

Love's Second Sight (ebook and paperback)
The Orca King (ebook only [for now] named in the top 25 of the most unusual paranormal characters in the last 25 years by Romantic Times BookLover's Magazine)
Cold, Hard Kash (ebook only. my mother liked this one!)
Teaching Old Gods New Tricks (ebook for now...soon to be in print! a trilogy in one volume)
A Witch in Time (ebook. a "witchy" anthology. My tale is "Spell-Crafted for Pleasure")
Mooncusser Cove (ebook. will go to print depending upon e-sales)
Of Flesh and Blood (a vampire anthology. My tale is "Polishing Saber." ) Blurb:
Polishing Saber is not your average vampire tale. These ain’t your mama’s Carpathians. In Iceland, the vampires are tall, blonde and environmentally-minded. Vampires in the land of fire and ice is nice!

It's isn't much, but I feel the difference

2007-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00

Hell! I feel pretty damned good! Thanks to Barb H. for the sign!

Leif Eiriksson Day winner!

2007-10-09T20:19:00.000-07:00

#15! My daughter drew number 15 from the pile. And that is Mary Lou, the lurker!

Thank you for participating today! The "Of Flesh and Blood" contest will continue for awhile longer, so check back!

Darr

Today is Leif Eirkisson Day!

2007-10-09T05:51:00.000-07:00

In honor of my favorite holiday, I'm going to give away a free download of my Viking romance, "Love's Second Sight."

To enter, please wish me "Happy Holidays!" via email to darragha @ gmail. com (no spaces). One winner will be drawn after my nap!

Thank you, and Happy Holidays!

Darr

A rant

2007-10-06T09:04:00.000-07:00

Britney vs. Darragha

Britney is talented.
Darragha is talented.

Britney needs to lose weight. Maybe. Ok...Not really.
Darragha is losing weight.

Britney has some substance abuse problems.
Darragha's substance has problems. That's why she's losing weight.

Britney lost custody of her kids.
Darragha has a very good relationship with her daughter and made her French toast this morning before sending her off to work at the stable.

"Gimme More” debuted at number one on both the Billboard Hot 100 and the Hot Digital Songs charts, with 179,000 downloads.

"Mooncusser Cove" has sold 10 copies.

Does Darragha need to become a head-shaving, snatch-showing bad mother for people to buy her book?
If Britney cleans up her act will people stop downloading her music?

Gimme More, says Britney.
Please visit Mooncusser Cove! pleads Darragha

What's important?

2007-09-27T11:38:00.000-07:00

We all have our soapbox to stand upon and shout into the crowd, about our cause. I have a personal cause, brought to life in my upcoming tale, "Polishing Saber" included in the vampire anthology "Of Flesh and Blood."

The destruction of Iceland's wilderness areas frightens the living daylights out of me.

Take a look at what will be destroyed in the name of "progress." http://www.inca.is/show/

My heart is bound to Iceland by the same unbreakable, magical fetters that subdued the Fenris Wolf in Norse Mythology. I cannot sit back idly and watch as the land I named my daughter for is destroyed and plundered. It is the last frontier of Europe. It is one of the few countries left in the world where belief in magic exists hand-in-hand with daily life.

I can't toss myself in the path of a bulldozer, but I can support those who are actively seeking non-violent measures to convince the developers and the Icelandic government to preserve, not destroy. There are solutions apart from strip-mining and raping of great tracts of land. Jobs will not be lost. Lives will be saved; generations will rejoice.

Thereby, I wish to donate 1/2 of all my royalties received for "Of Flesh and Blood"

to a group that will help support and save Iceland's wilderness areas.

You can do your part by buying the book when it comes out on October 8th! Who knew? Maybe ebooks can help save the world. Or at least some of it!

In addition, I will be holding a drawing for items related to my story, "Polishing Saber." No, I'm not giving away necropants. But I am giving away the magical stave to attract money to the user! In the form of a coffee mug!

I'm also going to give away a Runic necklace bearing the Helm of Awe (featured in my story "Spell-Crafted for Pleasure" in "A Witch in Time" anthology).

ENTER THE DRAWING BY POSTING ANYTIME BETWEEN 9/27/07 AND 10/31/07! BE SURE TO POST YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS (example: winner @ gmail. com) or EMAIL YOUR ENTRY TO darragha @ gmail. com (NO SPACES) USING THE SUBJECT HEADING: POLISHING SABER DRAWING.

Thank you for your support. I hope reading Polishing Saber inspires you to

A) find your own 18 year old Icelandic boy to roll in the hay;
B) take a trip to visit the land of fire and ice for yourself;
C) buy my other books because damn! they tickle your fancy;

Darr :)

Contest winner!

2007-09-22T13:53:00.001-07:00

Robyn (yourstrulee@sasktel....) please contact me! You're the winner of the Mooncusser Cove handbag!

Thank you to all who participated. Look for another wonderful contest soon, in honor of my October 8th release: Of Flesh and Blood.

Darragha

Welcome to Mooncusser Cove!

2007-09-18T11:46:00.000-07:00

Buy your copy here.
Now. Please.

In lieu of cyber-flowers and well-wishes for my speedy recovery from tomorrow's surgery, please feel free to rock my world and yours, by buying my new release!

Thank you,

Darragha :)

I love it.

2007-09-15T16:41:00.001-07:00

A contest for Mooncusser Cove

2007-09-08T15:27:00.000-07:00

I know a lovely lady who recently showed me a handmade purple and amber colored handbag. My favorite colors! I like handbags. They always fit when I try one on. I bought it, of course, and asked her to make me a special bag as a give-a-way item for "Mooncusser Cove."

This custom-made bag was created in a non-smoking home, with love, by Bev! It is shades of blue with silver and black accents, including cute little moon and star dangles and a star-shaped key fob.

The photos don't do it justice! Incidentally, my daughter is the model and not ten minutes before I snapped the photos on our back deck (hence, the mess), she'd been out with the horse, and was a bit grubby.

How to win this fabulous bag? How to win what I'll stuff it with? Why enter my contest, of course!

1) Join my Google Group! (optional...but...please do!)
2) Fill in the missing words: Born in 1863 to a wealthy coastal family, Vesper Highgate-Adaire was well on her way to becoming a first-rate ______ just like her mother. A ______of boots and brass off the bodies of wrecked sailors, in accordance with family traditions—the traditions of the Mooncusser clan. Traditions that changed after the wrecking of a ship befouled by an accursed sea captain—who in his twisted rage, shared his curse with the clan.

(Hint: you can Google the portion of the blurb in red.)

This contest will run September 10-20. I'll announce the winners once I awaken from my lap-band surgery induced painkiller and anesthesia fog :)

One entry per email address, please.

And don't forget to buy your copy of Mooncusser Cove on September 17th (on sale 7pm Eastern)! Just think how happy I'll be to awaken from surgery on the 19th to happy, happy, joy, joy readers emailing me with well-wishes and praises of my new book! (Hint Hint)

Thank you,

Darragha

And April stepped in....

2007-09-02T17:59:00.001-07:00

Leave it to April Martinez, the finest cover artist in all of e-bookdom to tweak one of my ads and make it sooooo much better.

I added the web addy. The rest is all April.

Bless her for taking the time!

Darr

2007-09-02T11:47:00.000-07:00

Soft, cool moss and lovin' upon it

2007-08-29T20:21:00.000-07:00

he put her down on soft cool moss
at the paling of the sky
the cool morning air
encompassing them
the shifter and his lady

lips pressing
tongues speaking
the sensual language of love
lives fusing on the loom of fate
a thread without an ending

like a distant harp
playing the winds of chance
making the streams of time unite
each stroke, each touch, each gentle caress

a symphony of early desires
and lives forever joined

pleasures deep

vibrations strong
to rock the very earth
the rhythmical, ancient magic
of the animal passion in us all

she cried aloud as he loosed her soul

and stole the treasures there
and with her swaying beneath his weight
they knew each other well

and so it was between them

of love so bold and spirits joined
by flesh and conscious binding
that even time could never
sever the bonds
of their reuniting

I wrote this poem, which my cousin set to music, a literal dark age ago. I wish you could hear Rod play it on his guitar. I must figure out how to upload a sound byte! Anywho..."The Orca King, II" uses snippets of this poem in the story. The naughty snippets. The above-poem has been modified from its original version--which was entitled "The Lady and the Bard" and was heavily tied into an unfinished tale of mine. Someday...

Here are some title idea for TOKII. I like the bolded titles best. What's your opinion?

Holding On for Deer Life (I'm kidding)

Magic Happens

An Avenue of the Heart

Bridging Gaps

The Bridge

By Her Scent Alone

Ruling the King

Exposing the Man, the Myth, the King

Man, Myth, King, Snark

Debunking the King

Magic Time

The Book Snark (The Orca King, II)

The Book Snark: An Orca King Tale

Man, Myth, Snark

Spoiler!

2007-08-29T20:17:00.000-07:00

I'm using a "spoiler font" below to share a naughty excerpt from "The Orca King, II" which still doesn't have a "real" title yet. I'm pretty sure this scene will be re-written a bit, as it's kind of clunky, but what the heck: Enjoy! You do know how to work a spoiler font....right? (scroll your mouse down and highlight the big "white space" -- there's text hidden there)

Rule clenched her fists. I wish I could write! I hope I live to remember this! This would make one hell of a paranormal erotic romance.

Tommy encircled his lips around Tavis’ flaccid penis.

Rule thought she’d orgasm on the spot. She clenched her legs. It’s like watching Yaoi in the making, and it is freakin’ exciting! But neither of them is gay. Even better!

Tavis moaned again and gingerly moved one of his hands to Tommy’s head. Rule could see Tavis’ shaft swelling with each stroke of Tommy’s mouth. Tommy had good technique. When Tavis was fully erect, he pumped his strong right hand around the shaft so that the sensitive penile head could be quickly caressed in this mouth.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I can see your bulge from here,” Rule said.

Tommy lifted his mouth from Tavis’ penis. “It’s not about that—but yes, I am enjoying it.”

“Well, I’m enjoying it. Are you going to do him, too? Roll him over and give him what-for?” Rule asked.

2007-08-26T07:57:00.001-07:00

2007-08-25T19:33:00.001-07:00

Admitting to a crush

2007-08-25T14:00:00.000-07:00

I think Anthony Bourdain of Food Network and The Travel Channel fame is freakin' handsome. He is the "bad boy" I'd like to write about someday. He is so deliciously naughty. I DVR "No Reservations." If he didn't smoke, he would be perfect. However, the ciggies only ad to his "bad boy" image.

He is hysterically evil. A snark of cooks.

I loved his No Reservations in Iceland. As an Icelandophile, I relish the adventurous palates of those who try the rather uniquely gruesome traditional dishes of descendants of Vikings.

more ad proofs

2007-08-19T14:41:00.001-07:00

How about these ones?

Ad Sense

2007-08-18T14:49:00.001-07:00

Left= Ad No. 1
Right= Ad No. 2

Which ad catches your eye first?
Which ad would make you say, "Hey, I'm going to go buy that book right now!"
Which ad makes you wonder if there are nekkid land pirates ravaging coastal shores?

Please vote in the poll to your right.

Thanks!

Darr

Excerpt: The Orca King, II

2007-08-12T18:07:00.000-07:00

Tommy smiled slyly. "I suppose, beings that I am the perfect romance novel hero, that I should say make love to me, Rule. Make love to me and the world will fall into place as the stars move across the heavens. But that wouldn't really help the situation now, would it? I kind of think an old-fashioned ass whooping is in order, actually."

Rule shook her head. "Yeah, no. It wouldn’t help. I am fresh out of magic vaginas. No part of me save my wit and willingness will help you stop the slaughter of deer on this island."

"How's your bladder working these days?" Tommy asked. "I need to leave a scent trail that will force the deer onto Mt. Constitution. Where we met, that fire break re-christened Lover's Lane, is where I need to finish, you know, to close the circle I've been making that will force the deer away from the cull-zone.” Tommy paused, the words at the tip of his tongue. “Rule, would you like to urinate in the forest with me tonight?"

"I'm not into water sports." Rule laughed nervously. Tommy didn't seem to get her joke.

"I don't mean it to sound crass or strange--but human urine will scare away deer. Not all of the deer on this island are magical beasts."

“If you’re the alpha stag, why can’t you just order them to Mt. Constitution?” Rule asked.

“Because they are deer. You can’t reason with deer. You have to get them to act instinctively.”

Hell cat

2007-08-12T16:24:00.000-07:00

Photo caption: Hi. I'm Teague. I'm 12 weeks old and nothing is sacred. And I mean

N O T H I N G.

Of Flesh and Blood-April Martinez has got us covered

2007-08-12T14:57:00.001-07:00

Coming in October from Liquid Silver Books
A vampire trilogy "Of Flesh and Blood"

From Darragha Foster: Polishing Saber
These ain't your mama's Carpathians, baby!

From Tina Holland: Dealing with the Dead
Vampires, Werewolves and Zombies - OH MY

From Celine Chatillion: Blood Betrayal
One fatal night in Istanbul will change Vlad's afterlife forever. Can he abide a "Blood Betrayal?"

I am officially not crazy

2007-08-08T21:51:00.000-07:00

I passed the psych eval necessary as a part of the pre-op scenario before having lapband surgery today. I realize many of you might disagree as to the status of my mental health, but if nothing else, I can share this: NOT telling a psychologist that you enjoy covering yourself in green Jel-O is a good thing :)

I have a tentative date of September 19th scheduled. After tomorrow, after I meet the surgeon and he determines whether or not I need a sleep study, the date will get set in stone.

Darr

Currently reading....

2007-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00

I am currently reading Roxy Harte's "Sacred Revelations" the sequel to "Sacred Secrets." Roxy's writings bring out such strong emotions in me. I think that's the point of her books, too.

I'm also reading "Plenty: a year of eating locally." Not sure I could give up coffee, which is far from local unless you live where it is grown. No coffee is the same problem I had with Sacred Secrets. The heroine in that book had to give up coffee, too. I was screaming, "Give that woman her cup of coffee!" at my computer screen. By the time I finish "Plenty" I bet the author's husband will have screamed the same phrase a time or two.

Coffee. The tie that binds.

Darr

I am so loving this book!

2007-08-03T06:02:00.000-07:00

Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Page one, I was laughing out loud.
By page 33, I was sitting in the bathroom (the only place I ever get a chance to read sometimes) giggling, and my family was outside the door asking "What are you doing in there?" To which I replied, "Reading!"

Reading this book is like eating a rich, delicate pastry and drinking espresso with all the bills paid, the kids asleep and a private butler named "Giovonni" at your beck and call on a fabulous cruise.

I am completely in love with this book. I was turning down pages to mark passages I liked, then gave up on that and grabbed my trusty highlighter. Here's one of my favorites:

"In Venice in the Middle Ages there was once a profession for a man called a codega--a fellow you hired to walk in front of you at night with a lit lantern, showing you the way, scaring off thieves and demons, brining you confidence and protection through the dark streets."

I could write a whole novella about a "Codega." One little passage in this book and I learn something new and run with it. Now that's a good book!

So, darlings, if you don't want to read something I've written (ah, please?) then PLEASE consider Eat, Pray, Love.

So, what's new?

2007-08-02T05:46:00.000-07:00

The contest days are past. I'm back at the day job. I go for my lapband surgical consult next week.

The Orca King, II is at 20,000 words and is progressing nicely. :)

What's new with you?

Darr

July 31

2007-07-31T09:11:00.000-07:00

This is it! The final question for July! We made it! I have to go back to the day job now! Good thing I've nearly finished The Orca King, II and turned in my final edits on Mooncusser Cove and Polishing Saber! WOOT!

Today's winner wins a book by Jamie Craig!

What movie is this from?

When I was growing up, I knew I was different. The other girls were blonde and delicate, and I was a swarthy six-year-old with sideburns.

I soooo relate to this quote, being what one of my uncles used to call "a hairy little Arab." My father is Egyptian/Syrian/Irish. Man, all my life I've had enough black hair to wrap three or four kids in.

Enjoy! And check back tomorrow because I've another month-long event starting!

Darr

July 30

2007-07-30T07:52:00.000-07:00

What movie are these two lines from:

"Friend, some of your folding money has come unstowed."

and

"Oh, George, not the livestock."

Today's winner, on this 30th day, wins Thirty Days by Shayla Kersten!

July 29

2007-07-29T07:36:00.000-07:00

Name that gangster!

"When I sell liquor, it's called bootlegging; when my patrons serve it on Lake Shore Drive, it's called hospitality."

Today's winner will receive a book "Gaps in Your Soul" by Shayla Kersten!

Brief Excerpt, The Orca King, II

2007-07-28T18:13:00.000-07:00

Scene: Doe Bay Resort organic restaurant on Orcas Island. Players: Tommy (the son of Big Tom) and Rule Jentry, the heroine. (I also use this photo for "Tommy.")

~*~

"I never joke about the power of an orgasm to disrupt the time space continuem." (Tommy)

"Beam me freakin' up!" Rule laughed and pulled a layer of cheese off her pizza. "Miss?" she called. "Could we get a box, please?"

July 28

2007-07-28T07:21:00.001-07:00

Today's winner will receive a download of Tina Holland's "The Last Virgin in Vegas."

Who said this: The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

Enjoy!

Darr

July 27

2007-07-27T08:50:00.000-07:00

Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amidst the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand!

Who said this beautiful quote?

Today's winner will receive a download of "The Trouble with Allie" by Lisa Andel.

The puppy and the kitty

2007-07-26T19:23:00.001-07:00

Okay...they were cute and sleeping for a good hour tonight. However, the 10 week old kitten still does not understand that the 13 year old miniature dachshund does not want to play :(

July 26

2007-07-26T09:04:00.000-07:00

Today's winner will receive a download of Passionate Destiny! Thank you, Dee S. Knight for stepping up on a day I didn't have filled!

And now for the question! What movie is this line from:

Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.

July 25th

2007-07-25T09:35:00.001-07:00

What movie is this from?

"Badges? We ain't got no badges! We don't need no badges.
I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges!"

Bonus question:

Who are Blondie, Tucco and Angel Eyes?

Today's winner will receive a book by Rhiannon Neeley (but I'm not sure which one yet!) and the bonus winner will receive an e-copy of my first novel, "Love's Second Sight."

July 24--Indpendence Day

2007-07-24T05:54:00.000-07:00

Nineteen years ago today I was sitting on a bus, riding home from Portland, wondering what the Hell I was doing with my life. I'd been acting as a "people mover" for a Fife and Drum Corps and Brass Band composed of 600 twelve to eighteen year olds. It was very late at night. The kids were sleeping. All around me the other adults on the bus were chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo softly. I'd been practicing Buddhism for about five years at that point. We'd just held a large festival in Portland. I'm a member of the SGI-USA.

I was sitting next to a young man I'd gone to high school with. He joined the Army right out of school, so we didn't meet up again for for several years. We both showed up at the same SGI-USA meeting a few months prior to the Portland convention. Someone in their infinite wisdom figured Denny and I would make a good team for chaperoning the kids. I thought he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. Problem was: I was married.

I'd been married to the wrong man for five years. I lived in an abusive relationship, where my husband often chose reckless behavior, alcohol and drugs over our relationship. I'd been chanting for this guy's happiness and protection (to which he chucked shoes at me while I was chanting putting big holes in our apartment interior doors). Our relationship was not unlike Tina Turner's marriage as shown in the movie "What's Love Got to Do With It?"

So, here I was, sitting on a bus, wondering what I'm going to do when I get home. Well, first things first--my ex-husband would want me to partake in his constant worship of the cannabis plant. He'd probably greet me at the door with his bong in hand. No, "Hi, honey, how was the convention?" But rather a, "Wanna get stoned? No? You don't? Well f*** y**." He would often become verbally abusive, calling me, c**t, b**ch, wh**e, when I declined his offers to "worship" with him--if you get my meaning.

Here I am a non-smoker, who married a tobacco and weed addict, who was never more than a few steps away from his ciggies or his bong. Lesson learned: do not marry the first man who says he loves you, especially when the surprise he has for you is pot drying on his dashboard in the sun. I was hoping for chocolate, you know? Like...what was I thinking?

Back to the bus: as I listened to the soft chanting around me, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to be around drugs or the lifestyle I had fallen into any longer, I didn't love my husband, and all I really wanted to do was practice Buddhism with my whole heart. And then there was this big guy sitting next to me who really turned my cookies. But he was in a relationship, too. He, however, I found out later, was just as attracted to me as I was to him.

As I chanted softly, embracing the truth of my situation, a brilliant light filled my life--I don't know how else to describe it. I suddenly understood the phrase, "absolute freedom from the Law of Cause and Effect" and knew what I needed to do. Had I been a Christian, I would have said, "I was delivered from my sufferings" at that moment. I needed to tell the husband that it was the drugs or me and it was time for him to choose.

I returned home and told my husband just that: it was either he go to treatment and save our marriage or he could leave and go live with his brother and they could smoke dope and play video games all day together. He chose to leave. That was quite a blow having a man choose marijuana over me, but hey...it all worked out.

Flash forward from July 24, 1988 to February 12, 1990. I picked up that handsome man, Denny, and gave him a ride as he was walking in the rain. Seems he and his girlfriend had split up and he was living at his brother's house. In the parking lot of the store he was heading for, we kissed. We haven't stopped since.

Two weeks after we officially started dating we were engaged. Six months after that, August 11, 1990, we were married. Eighteen months after that we had a baby. And we're still chanting, still loving and still going strong.

Early in our marriage, we chanted together for the happiness of our ex's and that our relationship would be beneficial for everyone concerned. Denny's ex-girlfriend married a very nice man within a few months of our marriage. My ex husband went to treatment!

I am married to my mate from the infinite past. I survived a terrible first marriage to see the light at the end of the tunnel and now I stay in that light, baby!

Today, July 24th, is the day I consider my personal Independence Day.

So...answer me this:

Who wrote this: True love should be transformative, a process that amplifies our capacity to cherish not just one person but all people. It can make us stronger, lift us higher and deepen us as individuals. Only to the extent that one polishes oneself now can one hope to develop wonderful bonds of the heart in the future.

Today's winner will receive a download of my novel, The Orca King.

Please post your replies.

Thank you!

Darragha

July 23

2007-07-23T06:27:00.000-07:00

No Sword-Wielding, Card-Playing, Therapy-Seeking French Freedom Fighters were deflowered during the production of this motion picture. However, rumors of Custer and Pocahontas remain unconfirmed.

This is an example of a "crazy credit" disclaimer that appeared at the end of just about every episode of one of my favorite TV shows. What's the name of the show?

Today's winner receives a download of Your Desire by Dee S. Knight.

Darr :)

July 22nd

2007-07-22T09:25:00.000-07:00

Who wrote:

"Love isn't how you feel, it's what you do."

Today's winner receives a download of "Hey! I'm Hanging with a Time Surfer" by Celine Chatilion.

Please post your reply!

Enjoy--

Darr

July 21

2007-07-21T10:18:00.000-07:00

Who said this:

Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

Today's winner receives a download of Wayne Greenough's book, "For the Love of Erika." Did I mention that he's my stepfather? :)

Darr

July 20

2007-07-20T10:11:00.000-07:00

Today's winner receives a download of Roxy Harte's "Sacred Secrets." I'll tell you, I yelled at this book! It brought out very strong emotions in me. Roxy really, really knows how to write and at least with me, knew all my hot spots. Had it been a paperback, I would have chucked it against the wall because I was so angry with the "hero." Nothing comes between me and my....(you'll have to read the book to find out what he keeps from the heroine that I, personally, refuse to give up under any circumstances)

Sooo....who wrote this line:

"It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave.

July 19th

2007-07-19T07:45:00.000-07:00

Which TV character's maiden name was "Lucy McGillicuddy?"

Today's winner will receive a download of my ebook "Cold, Hard Kash" the first in my Shadow Lover Tale series.

It's my husband's birthday, too. Be sure to wish Denny "Happy Birthday!" (I'll show him the posts tonight.)

Thanks!

Darr