Welcome to Week Six of the MFRW 52-Week Blog Challenge! This week’s topic is My hobbies (when I’m not writing).
By now if you follow us at all, you know we’re baby boomers, so it should come as no surprise that staying healthy tops the list of anything we get involved in. (Photo – biking in Palo Duro Canyon, Texas).
With any luck, I might need this body another three decades, and I’d like to be able to enjoy it! Our health, our hobbies, and our writing form the proverbial three-legged stool upon which everything else depends.
That may sound way too serious, but don’t worry, our first criterion for selecting a hobby is pleasure! If we don’t enjoy it, we’re not likely to keep at it, no matter how much it might be good for us 🙂 . Beyond being pleasurable, we hope it contributes to our health in some fashion, but even if it doesn’t, a major criterion is that it not be harmful.
Most of our hobbies involve physical activity: hiking, bicycle riding, dancing (ballroom and country/western), walking, mini golf, and golf (Mr. Kraft is a regular, I’ve just started lessons). We thrive on being outdoors, traveling, taking in new events and new scenes, any time the opportunity arises. (on the right, Hecata Lighthouse, Oregon coast; on the left, hiking in Sedona, Arizona).
We both have a few sedentary hobbies – as long as our bodies stay healthy, we’d like to have a brain to go with them, and there’s Alzheimer’s in my family tree, so I’m probably overly sensitive on this issue.
In addition to reading (goes without saying – we’re writers!), both of us enjoy several word games – scrabble, crossword puzzles, the WordStreak App and the WordBrain App among them. I might be addicted to Sudoku. I take on the challenging ones and have to limit myself to one a day or I’ll get nothing else done!
And where does writing fit in? We started writing erotic romance together as a hobby to keep our own juices flowing and follow the use it or lose it dictum. I’ll spare you the details about how our writing feeds our personal life (TMI and all that…) – let’s just say we hope it does the same for our readers!
We blog about health issues from time to time and are always looking for authors and readers to interview about their health stories – leave us a comment if you’d like to be on our guest list!
Curious about what other authors do when they’re not writing? Check out the posts below!
Welcome to Midweek Tease, hosted by Angelica Dawson, where authors tease you with a little something to help you stay warm till the weekend…
She’s desperately seeking a sex tutor – what if he demands total control?
Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart? In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…
WARNINGS: Explicit sex: m/f, f/f; ménage: f/f/m; light bdsm; anal play; sex toys
“You know,” Jack continued, jutting his chin, “you still want me to—I believe your words were—to make you a woman?”
“Yes, of course.” Bobbi Jo met his gaze. “Did you think I’d change my mind?”
She had guts. He’d give her credit for that. “Just checking.”
“Well, I haven’t. When can we get on with it?” She grimaced. “I mean, when can we continue?”
“When I say so,” he declared icily.
Bobbi Jo stiffened. “Well, you don’t have to get huffy about it.”
Jack interlocked his fingers with hers and squeezed.
“Ouch.” She tried to pull back.
He held on until she stopped resisting. “Let’s get a few things straight, Bobbi Jo. You came to me. I didn’t come to you.”
Her eyebrows shot up, but she nodded her agreement.
“I’ve got something you want. A cock.” Her eyes flared. “And knowledge of how to use it. Right?”
She swallowed and slowly raised and lowered her head again.
“Good. And I’m willing to help you the best that I can.” She visibly relaxed a bit and he added, “But I’m not going to let you mess up my life. I kind of like things the way they are.”
“I’m only going to be here a short while.”
“That may be way too long, unless you follow the rules.”
4.5 Stars at Romance Junkies: “One hot ride that you won’t want to miss!”
5 stars at Goodreads “Jack is not a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of guy. He is about building up, teasing, lingering, then satisfying. He teaches her and provides Joy as another teacher…
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New Release! 99 cents! Blue Moon House book 7, Harlot. Love Changes Everything #bdsm #vampire #romance
What happens when the sacrifice you make for another turns into a life you can’t abandon? Gwendolyn didn’t plan to become a whore. She didn’t expect to fall in love with another woman. She certainly wouldn’t guess that woman was a vampire. By the time she learns, it is too late, her heart belongs to Sophia and she will do anything to stay with the woman, the vampire, she loves.
Enjoy this steamy excerpt from Harlot:
As soon as the door closed behind him, James grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and slammed her back into the door.
“I don’t like being told what to do.” His voice was gravelly and low, menacing.
She swallowed and tried to calm herself. She was barely successful.
“On the bed, and remove that foolish shift.”
Gwendolyn obeyed silently, instinctively. The authority in his voice was unmistakable and unavoidable. She sat atop the bed, naked, watching him as he gathered a soft, silk rope that was coiled on a chest of drawers.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her arms behind her. She had barely registered that her elbows were lashed together before he was flipping her again and tying her ankles to a thick staff, notched on either end to hold the rope and keep it from sliding along the shaft. Her legs weren’t spread uncomfortably, but it was pinching her tied arms, which pressed into the bed. That eased when he picked her up and set her on her feet.
Gwendolyn worried she would topple over, but the staff tucked into the hollow of her ankles and didn’t affect her ability to stand at all. She was overcome with a feeling of helplessness, though. She had feigned that with David, but this was real and it made her weep.
Her tears only fuelled James’ fire and he braced his hands on the wall behind her, one over each ear. He licked up her cheeks, tasting the tears.
“Are you afraid of me, girl?”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His mouth covered hers, and she couldn’t answer if she’d been able. His tongue savagely roamed her mouth and she gasped for air when he broke the kiss.
“Now, let’s see what you can handle.”