Because I’m having a sucky day and he’s just so pretty

I have two releases today!! Two wonderful releases

“A Legal Affair” by N. J. Walters

A night of secret passion could immerse this lawyer in red-hot gossip.

Book 5 of the Jamesville series.

Alicia Flint enjoys her community, her home, and her career as a lawyer. But since her livelihood depends on her spotless reputation, it’s not easy to even date in this small town, much less take a lover.

Then a chance encounter with a stranger at a friend’s wedding tempts her to do something she’s never done before—have a red-hot, one-night stand. The guy will be gone tomorrow; no one need ever know her delicious little secret.

Gill Baron has come to Jamesville to visit friends and figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life. As a newly retired, burnt-out cop, he’s not looking for love, but he won’t say not to a night of no-strings sex with the seductive brunette. A night that leaves him wanting more.

When she meets the investigator on her latest case, Alicia is shocked to come face-to-face with Mr. One-Night-Stand. Jamesville doesn’t need another lawyer-related scandal to gossip about, but the truth is, she needs Gill’s top-notch investigative skills.

Their attraction is too deep to keep the town clueless of their affair forever. When Jamesville finds out, Alicia wonders if her reputation—and her relationship with Gill—will weather the storm.

Warning, this title contains very explicit sex and lots of it!

“The Howl and the Pussycat” by Ann Cory

Her day couldn’t get any worse—until the wolf shows up.

Jacqueline’s sexy little Red Riding Hood outfit was supposed to rekindle her boyfriend’s flagging interest. Instead she’s red in the face and dumped for another woman. To add to the indignity, she finds herself pursued into the woods by a wolf.

Somehow she manages to escape, only to end up with two new pains—a twisted ankle, and a sexy rescuer who claims he’s been searching for her all his life.

After several decades of searching, Baldric is surprised that his destined mate is a provocative human woman with a catty attitude. Hardly a perfect match for a werewolf, but there can be no other partner for him. To seduce the woman he’s hungered for all his life, he’ll have to convince her hardened heart that he’s capable of love. And do it without scaring her off with the truth—that underneath his hard body beats the loyal heart of a wolf.

Warning: hot lusty explicit sex with attitude and suspense thrown in.

Fw: Mount Carmel farm - a weekend at home in Zimbabwe…

Please pass this along - perhaps it might reach someone in government who could find a conscience and be persuaded to sit up and do something honorable for a change and denounce Mugabe once and for all.

Mount Carmel farm - a weekend at home in Zimbabwe…

Sent: 16 June 2008 14:40

Dear all,

It has been quite a weekend.

We were made very aware of impending problems on our Mount Carmel farm before it even started. Various letters came in as well as verbal warnings from concerned people all over the district. People were told that Mt. Carmel cattle and potatoes would be dished out to them. The election campaign is being fought on “one hundred percent empowerment” ie. taking everything that belongs to people who are not black and giving it to Party faithfuls. The Party has got nothing else to offer the people…

People were told if they did not come they would be beaten. President Mugabe arrived in our little town of Chegutu that afternoon and people were only informed that morning. Everyone had to suddenly go to his rally whether they wanted to or not. He apparently told the people that if the opposition got in it would be war.

The drums and chanting started soon after dark. Nearly fifty fires were lit all around. The leaders were waving guns around and had everyone doing their bidding. The chanting and sloganeering was military style - all in unison for hour after hour after hour all the way through the night. We could not sleep. When dawn broke and the birds started to call the chanting broke into a noise that sounded like a terrible swarm of bees on the rampage. We knew that the beating had then started and we prayed. It turned out that anyone who they believed had been polling agents at polling stations were covered in cold water. We had frost that morning and it was cold. They were then told to beat each other with sticks while the crowd egged them on. The noise went on for a few hours. Some of them had already run away. Those people will not vote; still less be polling agents in the next election. I understand and they are designating which polling station too so that they can check who you voted for. They had been searched for any cell phones so that they not relay any atrocities on to anyone. They were told that they would be killed if information leaked out. Everyone is tight-lipped about what went on.

Today they go through the day mechanically with terror written all over

them.

Meantime Bruce [Lauras brother] had been at the Chegutu police station trying to get police out. We had been there on five occasions the previous week trying to tell Chief Inspector Gunyani and Inspector Manyota and Assistant Inspector Bupera of what was to take place. We had given two letters for the attention of the officer in charge, Chief Inspector Gunyani. Bruce waited for six hours at the police station but could not get a reaction to stop the beating and dismantle the road blocks. He saw Chief Inspector Gunyani, Inspector Manyota and Assistant Inspector Bupera amongst others. It is clear that they are under orders not to react.

Our electricity went down and both cell phone networks also ceased to operate. We were left with no communications and our way out onto the main road was sealed off by a road block. We prayed and read Psalm 118.

Bruce eventually decided to come out himself. Miraculously, just before he arrived, the road blocks were dismantled and everyone disappeared.

We spent an hour at the police station but they refused to react as it was an “issue of land.” I told them that dispossession of one’s home and assault of ones workers were matters that were important for them to deal with; but after Bruce’s six hours fruitless wait for a reaction that morning I knew we were wasting our time; and so we eventually proceeded to Stockdale to give whatever support we could.

Road blocks are now common at night to stop observers and anyone from “outside” getting to see any of the atrocities that are taking place. A friend’s worker went to their rural area near to the Nyamapanda border post to see his elderly mother last month. In these areas any movement needs official sanction from the Party and written ZANU permits are even required to visit the next ward in many places. I have seen such permits. The friend’s worker was stopped at a road block and had to wait 2 days to get someone to vouch for him. During that time 4 people who had not got anyone to vouch for them were asked if they wore long sleeves or short sleeves. The first replied “short sleeves”. They cut his right arm off at the top with an axe. The other three replied “long sleeves”. They cut each of their right hands off. He said that he saw the hands wriggling on the ground detached from their owners. Those hands can not vote any more. I have heard of many other hands like that.

There appears to be no sign of any SADC observers out here. A friend said he had seen some sipping drinks and reading the newspapers in the Meikles hotel in Harare over the weekend. Voter registration goes on even now.

The old people at Greenways Old Peoples home say they are now off the voters role but the ones that are dead are still on…

Meanwhile the atrocities go on all night and the people tremble with fear. I read that the observers are officially not allowed out after dark because their safety can not be guaranteed. They need to defy that and get out and see with their own eyes these things if they care at all.

We ask you to pray and send brave people and peace keepers to stop. The atrocities before they get even worse. Maybe I write this in vain; but I write this crying.

With love in Christ who is our Savior whatever happens,

Ben.

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*shortened and edited a bit to fit here*

Something that made me happy today:

AS of the first of this month, it will be considered unethical and unprofessional conduct if a veterinarian in South Africa performs a tail amputation (docking) for any reason other than therapeutic.

Something that made me smile today:

English is too hard to read for children
The English spelling system is ‘absolutely, unspeakably awful’. That is the conclusion of new research that has found that children face 800 words by the age of 11 that hinder their reading because of the way they are spelt.

Something that pissed me off today: hmmm, well, other than the fact that it’s bloody hot…not much has pissed me off today…but it’s still early

Taking a short break from editing *shhh* don’t tell the boss.

We’ve recently moved and the village we now live in has cable and not DSTV *blech* For many people, this wouldn’t be a big deal. But for me…well, it kind of is. You see, DSTV rocks and cable TV is kind of sucking along with reruns of Renegade, Stargate and The world’s most amazing videos *sigh*

My name is Heidi – and I’m a TV addict.

I was raised by a TV addict and as an only child (and a rather odd one at that) I spent a good part of my childhood with my nose in a book or in front of the TV screen. To this day, I can’t stand a quiet house and have the TV on in the background all the time. I lived vicariously thorough the characters and can honestly say that I learnt/adopted a fair amount of solid, admirable stuff from some fictional characters.

Anyway, all the reruns got me thinking about all the good old shows I used to be addicted to…any of these intros spark any memories with you? (BTW – have you noticed how the old shows used to have proper, relatively long intro themes instead of the newer shows that just start into the episode and have the actor’s names file across the bottom of the screen?)

This was one of my favs - He was cute and smart and conscientious

Then there was this hero… cute and smart…but with little bit of naughty added in (the beginning of trend as I hit my teenage years lol)

Then I hit adolescence and like a lot of kids in my generation, I spent a fair amount of time watching these rich kids bumble around the 90210 zip code. I grinned when someone once told me I look like Kelly and frequently wished I could poke Brenda with a sharp stick - and how I longed for a perfect Walsh-like family *sigh*

Then I hit the ‘angst and drama years’ - As life kind of kicked my ass, I felt so connected to the characters in this show… As I look back on it now, I think the writers of this one were really fresh and talented.

So, any of these bring back any memories? Any of your favorites that I missed?