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| Rachel Kenley |
| I'm so thrilled to be a part of |
| 2009.02.24 04:32:34 | |
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The AMBROSIA anthology! My story is called JUST'S DESSERTS and is about pastry chef Justine Calodorini and tycon Adam Stade who adores her creations. Jesse has done a great job putting together this anthology and she's also been posting interviews with the contributors on her blog. Yes, today is my day, so come read my interview at http://sexfoodplay.wordpress.com/. She calls me scrumptious - I love her for that alone My story in the anthology is also available as a Ravenous Rendezvous, so you can check it out that way for a... taste. More soon, Rachel! Tags: Rachel Kenley | Ambrosia | romance | Food | sex | love
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| Elizabeth Miette |
| Wanted: One Science Geek |
| 2009.02.14 10:11:46 | |
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Oh, all my kingdom for a science geek, preferably one with more than a touch of madness to him! So what if I don't have a kingdom, I will lure Mr. Labcoat in with my long, blonde hair and busty frame and seduce him into the following experiment: I want to take all of the good from my beau and all of the good from a former lover (who is now a friend of sorts, go figure) and blend the two together, kind of a Frankenstein thing , sans the monster. Former lover, (yes, the oft cited wolf-boy) is funny, playful and very endearing, but definitely not longterm material. Beau is longterm material, and while he is funny, playful and endearing he has some issues that I would like to work through. Like commitmentphobia to name one- and his total distaste for terms of endearment. What is up with that?
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| C Margery Kempe |
| Valentine's Day |
| 2009.02.11 06:17:43 | |
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The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne… You know the drill: hearts, flowers, chocolates. Great if you're in a relationship, but often not so great if you're not. Many a lonely soul on Valentine's Day wonders: How did all this insanity get started? Well, you can blame the Middle Ages for a lot of it. Sure, St. Valentine himself was a third century Roman martyr, clubbed to death and then beheaded (not a propitious start for the holiday, eh?). The holiday itself, however, got going when Geoffrey Chaucer set his poem The Parliament of Fowls on that day. The dreaming narrator, who's fallen asleep reading Scipio's book on dreaming (!), finds Scipio leading him through Venus' temple. On the walls are the stories of suffering lovers and the acolytes of the goddess gather near. The dreamer, who claims to be ignorant of the ways of love apart from what he's read, observes closely the birds who are gathered there before the noble goddess Nature herself: For this was on seynt Valentynes day, Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make ("mate") The birds are all arrayed by rank, each with its kind whether sparrow or duck or robin. They have to take turns, starting at the top. At the center of the gathering are three eagles vying for the hand of the most lovely eagle perched on Nature's own hand. Each of the three tries to prove he is the most worthy. They speak as if they were courtly lovers, another medieval tradition. "Courtly Love" is where we get a lot of the exaggerated traditions of this holiday. A satirical work by Andreas Capellanus in the twelfth century, nonetheless proved popular in romances (originally a word that meant "adventures"). The Art of Courtly Love offers the following rules for lovers, some of which highlight the exaggerated nature of this trend for romance among the wealthy and mostly idle rich: 1. Marriage is no real excuse for not loving. 2. He who is not jealous cannot love. 3. No one can be bound by a double love. 4. It is well known that love is always increasing or decreasing. 5. That which a lover takes against his will of his beloved has no relish. 6. Boys do not love until they arrive at the age of maturity. 7. When one lover dies, a widowhood of two years is required of the survivor. 8. No one should be deprived of love without the very best of reasons. 9. No one can love unless he is impelled by the persuasion of love. 10. Love is always a stranger in the home of avarice. 11. It is not proper to love any woman whom one should be ashamed to seek to marry. 12. A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved. 13. When made public love rarely endures. 14. The easy attainment of love makes it of little value; difficulty of attainment makes it prized. 15. Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of his beloved. 16. When a lover suddenly catches sight of his beloved his heart palpitates. 17. A new love puts to flight an old one. 18. Good character alone makes any man worthy of love. 19. If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives. 20. A man in love is always apprehensive. 21. Real jealousy always increases the feeling of love. 22. Jealousy, and therefore love, are increased when one suspects his beloved. 23. He whom the thought of love vexes, eats and sleeps very little. 24. Every act of a lover ends with in the thought of his beloved. 25. A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved. 26. Love can deny nothing to love. 27. A lover can never have enough of the solaces of his beloved. 28. A slight presumption causes a lover to suspect his beloved. 29. A man who is vexed by too much passion usually does not love. 30. A true lover is constantly and without intermission possessed by the thought of his beloved. 31. Nothing forbids one woman being loved by two men or one man by two women. How many would you agree to? How many seem neurotic? How many remain staples of romantic writing? Oh, and what happened with the three eagles? They all take so long trying to prove their worth that the other birds get impatient. When Nature asks them to choose the best, even they can't agree. Finally, she asks the female eagle to make her choice, but the blushing maiden asks for another year to make up her mind. Nature agrees and the rest of the birds choose their mates in a noisy confusion and the dreamer wakes up, determined to read more about love. Sometimes that's easier than braving the wild waters of the real thing! Tags: love | inspiration | medieval | Middle Ages | courtly romance
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| Elizabeth Miette |
| Be Still My Trembling Heart.... |
| 2009.02.07 09:47:55 | |
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Oh, how many times have we read those words? Countless, no doubt and yet, they still mean something. Funny how certain words never lose their meaning, even with repeated use. For me though, there are words that do fail, especially when there is no connection of action to word. I lived a life of hollow "I love you's" and abuse, but I escaped all of that. I tremble on the edge of declaring those words for a man who deserves to hear them, who really earns the right to have my heart, but I fear that moment. Not because I think he would react poorly, by now he is probably expecting it. And not because I have a single shard of doubt within me, I am more sure of my feelings for this man than I have ever been in all my life. I fear the moment that I say the words because, I will never have the chance to say them for the first time to him, ever again. I want that one single moment, when I say those three enchanted words to be glimmering with the emotion that I feel welling up inside of me everytime he brushes my hair from my face. I want to say those words, and I want it to be perfect if only for a single second. Cupid?? You with me? Tags: love | admissions | moments
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| Morgan James |
| Men in Hot Colonial Hats |
| 2009.01.16 07:55:36 | |
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What it is about a man in a tri-cornered or cocked hat that stirs such passion for me? What makes that so freakin' hot? I don’t think I could really put my finger on it. But when I’m in Colonial Williamsburg and a young man with dark hair and broad shoulders…or even an older man with steely gray hair and a square jaw…goes galloping down Duke of Gloucester Street on his horse, cape flying, black leather boots secure in the stirrups, eyes blazing, I feel absolutely faint in the knees. Is it the sense of power the man projects? The self-confidence? The aura of duty and determination and strength? The idea that a man who exudes such command would command me in all the best ways? Maybe it’s none of those or all of those. I just know that a tri-corn hat is a first step to getting me hot and bothered and willing to meet the man in stable loft or behind the oak tree in the lily garden. Every Revolutionary hero needs a willing woman to help ease his mind and his soul and his body. Love, Tags: tri-cornered hat | Colonial | Revolutionary War | officer | sex | pasison | mystery | suspense | love | romance
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