Good evening party goers.  So glad you could make it!  Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend.  I know I kept busy

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, or maybe more like a few doors down.  I know the last thing I want to think about is cooking.  How about you?  My biggest joke to friends and family is if I show up to work after the holiday, that means I didn’t burn my house down.

Well, I think someone decided to add a bit of truth to my words last year.  I bake the pies while we eat dinner so they have time to set and guests enjoy them nice and warm (with ice cream melting off the apple-cherry-pecan pie, yum!).  Shortly after dinner, we noticed a little extra light burning bright at the bottom of the oven.  Yep, all those jokes about burning the house down cooking Turkey Day dinner nearly came true, especially when the “cook” of the family took the water hose from the sink and aimed it at the oven.

Needless to say, I did remember the key tip from Home Ec. back in high school years ago, grabbed a box of baking soda, and doused out the baby flame before the man with the hose succeeded in damaging more than just my oven

I would love to hear some of your T-Day stories!  We all have one!

In the mean time, I’ll leave you with a fire of a different nature.  Enjoy.

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Excerpt:

“Come.” Clara moved closer to the chair.

Again, Julian strained as he pushed himself toward her and pulled her down
onto his legs. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders as she tumbled onto him.
Julian drew a lazy smile and adjusted her legs over his. “Now that we have
cleared that up, how are you feeling from the wine?”
“That room—”
“Is my nightmare and mine alone. You will not bear my pain. It

happened a long time ago. I’d rather concern myself with someone of the

present.” Julian continued to hold her hand in her lap. How he prayed for his

strength. He wanted to comfort her, touch her, kiss her. “Now, how’s the
wine coming along?”
“I feel a little weary, but I think the cloud is beginning to lift. I wish I
could hear the same from you. You look like you’re worlds away from
reality.”
“No, love. Just weakened. Extremely weakened.” He noted her curious
glance at his empty snifter and equally empty decanter of brandy. “Just a
pain deterrent.”
“Oh. So, right now, you’re incapacitated.”
“I’m not sure if I like the direction this is going.”
“I’m sure you don’t. But, I must say, I do.”
Clara slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, hiking it to a tormenting height
against her thighs. She straddled his lap. Her hands moved over his chest, to
his face and back through his hair. Her hips rocked treacherously over him,
bringing him to a full erection almost instantly. He groaned.
“I will have my strength back before you have a chance to complete
what you have begun. When that…mmm…happens, you will not like what I
do,” Julian warned. Clara’s fingers unfastened the buttons of his shirt. She
leaned into the curve of his chest, her tongue tracing the cuts of muscle and
trails of scars, nipping his burning flesh.
“Oh, I’m sure I won’t like it a bit. Just as you won’t like what I do.”
Clara pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down to his wrists. When she sat
back and began to unbutton her shirt, Julian shook his head.
“No. Allow me. Let me take pleasure in tormenting you as you do to
me.”
Clara smiled innocently, but continued to open her shirt to the tank
beneath. Julian flexed his fingers, testing the return of his strength.
Her hands glided over the ruffle of skirt between them, then disappeared
beneath the black folds of light fabric. He felt her fingers work his belt
loose, then his pants until she pulled him forth and caressed the velvety skin
of his hardened member. Julian dug his fingers into the arms of the chair.
Her touch was molten against his already blazing skin.
“Remember the other night? Our first taste of each other? I can’t stop
thinking about us. I can’t get you out of my head. It has been forever since I

last made love to someone, and never had it been so fulfilling. You complete
me,” Clara said, her hand gently sliding along his shaft. “We had passion,
intensity, desire. The heat. The feel. You tended to my body like no other. I
couldn’t get enough of your hunger. Our time had been slow and gentle,
wild and unleashed.”

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