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Gratitude + Gratitude = Awesome Life Happenings


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Fall has finally arrived and I’m not the least bit sorry to see the hot days of summer fade away. Oh, I already miss having fresh tomatoes and realize I didn’t cook and freeze enough as I’m nearly out of frozen, crushed tomato sauce! But there’s next year.

Aside from the cooler weather, I love fall colors: the oranges, yellows, browns, etc. Here in California where I live, we don’t get the fall colors of the East coast but still, there is a change. I find fall colors soothing and restful.

The color changes isn’t all that I like about this time of year. This is a time I focus on gratitude and being thankful. This year is different though. In January, when I wrote out my goals (writing, personal, health, etc.) one of my personal goals was to focus on the good things in my life, to be grateful for what I have and what I am

When it came time to write this, I thought back to that goal and I have to admit, I’ve done really well with this goal. When something works out, or something good happens, or something horrid is dealt with, I take a moment to send my thanks out into the universe (good brings good, right?).

And it’s not just money related areas. I try every day to be grateful for something or someone, even my pets, like the little black kitten I just rescued. She was hanging around strip mall when I spotted her trying to get food near the garbage cans where the staff at Wingstop or customers were dumping chicken bones on the ground for her.

I decided to rescue her. Got some chicken, lured her out, and snagged her. Took her home. Found out from my hairdresser that the employees of the shops there were all feeding her but no one could catch her. From what I learned, she had to be around six weeks when she was most likely dumped and had been foraging on her own for 2 weeks.

I was afraid she might have lost some important social time and could have issues as she kept hiding in my husband’s office under the desk drawers. My friend thought I should just let her be but I knew that she could not stay afraid and in hiding for weeks as that would put her behind socially even more.  My instincts and work paid off. She’s been here a month and is well adjusted, friendly and very loving and not afraid of anything. On her behalf, I’m grateful that she probably had a good first 6 weeks and overcame her scary two weeks. Now, my other cats aren’t quite that grateful <g>.

Taking a glance back over the year, there are two major events I am grateful for. Last December I took a scary leap into the unknown when I took on a ghostwriting project from an online freelance site. I’d never written short novella length books and hadn’t written in the erotica genre, or the BDSM sub-genre. Turns out, I was good at it.

Not only did this writing gig bring in much needed income, it led me to my current career change from writing historicals to erotica. Because I changed my outlook and was looking for positive changes, I took a chance and ended up rebranding myself without setting out to do anything more than earn some writing income.

I’m very grateful to the woman who hired me because she gave me the confidence to write a story for myself to submit. So I’m very grateful to the The Wild Rose Press for taking me on as one of their authors.

So, the question is, had I not been focusing on the good, on being grateful, and being positive, would I have taken the chance on writing erotica for someone else? (It is very hard to sign away all rights to a story you write!)

I don’t think so. I had a positive mind-set, was looking for those doors or windows to crack open and then I was willing to step into the unknown.  And my goal to be positive and focus on gratitude allowed me to think outside the box.

So what I’m really grateful for is gratitude.

It’s not always easy to show gratitude in life but I firmly believe that if we concentrate on the good, be mindful of what we have, what we are, we attract the same. You know the saying: like attracts like or good brings good, negative breed negative. Focusing on gratitude brings more things into our life to be grateful for.

Here’s an exercise: write out a list of 100 things you’re grateful for. Do this often. It’s enlightening and healthy for your mind. Every day, think of one thing you are grateful for.

What are you grateful for?

How often do you just give thanks? Doesn’t have to be to a God, just stop and say thank you aloud, or I’m grateful for___.


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Red & Her Big Bad Dom — October 31, 2014

Wealthy computer genius Graham Winters is in love with a woman who won’t join him for a


stingy cup of coffee. How can he prove he’s nothing like her jerk of an ex if she won’t give him a chance? Then he spots her at a BDSM club and devises a plan. During the day, he’s “that damn geek.” At night, he’s the masked Dom known as The Wolf.

When it comes to her love life, Lucy Sanchez has one rule—no geeks. Not even rich, good looking geeks. She’s attracted to Graham but rules are rules. Besides, she has her wolf, the mysterious Dom who makes her blood sing. Then she’s invited to a fairytale event at Pleasure Manor and this Little Red Riding Hood plans to enjoy every delicious moment with her big, bad Dom.

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Cinderella & Prince Dom — September 2014

Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?

CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.

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Sneak Peek Sunday

67cf2-sneakpeeksundaybanner This weeks Sneak Peek is taken from Red & Her Big Bad Wolf

Lucy burst in to a clearing slightly larger than the one where her wolf and Glorie had taken her earlier. She shouted and screamed. The distant sound of a howl startled her. She whirled around. Damn, was that her Wolf or did Bryce have real, live wolves on his property.

MBB_RedAndHerBigBadDom_CoverBanner Small twinkling lights, thousands of them flashed on and lit up the treetops. They winked down at her like stars. High above in one tree, a large yellowish-white globe hung suspended, as though the moon had fallen from the sky. Bushes and trees surrounded the entire area.

Where was her audience? She ran around the clearing, pretending to be seeking a way out and noticed that the bushes didn’t look wild and overgrown but planted and shaped and placed at precise intervals. She peered into one and grinned when she caught the wink of metal. They were tunnels. Her audience was well hidden, and the grassy area her stage.

Her body hummed with anticipation. She was the star of this show, and knowing that her wolf would burst into the clearing and have his way with her made her pussy contract. Moisture coated her inner thighs. Another howl sent her heart into her throat. “Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

The sound of a whip cracked the air. She whirled around, and there he was, her wolf, his steps measured as he stalked her. With a tree at her back, she had no place to go. He growled, pointed to the ground. Head bent, eyes down, she knelt.
“Tell me you are mine to do whatever I wish.” His voice, deep and as menacing as a wolf’s, boomed out so all could hear.

Keeping her shoulders rounded, she answered, “I’m yours, Mr. Wolf.” And god, he could do whatever he wished. Her nipples tightened as she thought about him fucking her out here with people watching.

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Sneak Peek Sunday #2

Cinderella & Prince Dom  

Here is a sneak peek at Cinderella & Prince Dom

Jaimie walked beside her prince. She wished she knew his name but also found it wasn’t hard to think of him as her prince. She sighed. The weekend so far was unlike anything she could have imagined and better than she’d hoped. Too bad it was nearly over. Unlike the fairy tale, there wasn’t going to be that magical happy-ever-after for her.

Still, she wouldn’t trade this weekend for anything. She’d been afraid of a weekend of boring sex and, instead, was having the best time of her life. Who’d have thought she’d find a partner who’d give her so much pleasure and introduce her to so many new and exotic experiences?

She did feel a bit weird whenever she remembered watching Lucy and her partner that first night, yet at the same time, she’d been totally aroused. She grinned, remembering the loving that followed when she and her prince returned to the cabin. As he’d promised, he’d given her a spanking, turning her ass pink and setting her on fire.

It astonished Jaimie to discover that she really didn’t mind being spanked, especially knowing it turned him on. He’d been hard and hungry and fucked her good, bringing her to a violent orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

That first day had been filled with primitive need that ended in explosive fucking and orgasms. Friday had been lazy, a time for gentle exploration of what each of them liked. She’d learned so much about herself on both days. She glanced sideways at her partner. What did he have in mind for today? They had hours before the ball.

She wished they had more time.

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Sneak Peak Sunday-Cinderella & Prince Dom

Welcome to my first post for Sneak Peek Sunday, a blog hop of authors posting 6 paragraphs of their published work or Works in Progress.

perf5.000x8.000.inddToday, I’m going to give you a sneak peek into my erotica romance, Cinderella & Prince Dom. Jaimie is about to set off on a weekend of fun and sex at at Pleasure Manor, a mansion turned castle, with her best friend Lucy.

Chapter 1

“Why do I have to be Cinderella?” Jaimie Newberry stared at herself in the mirror. Her dress was a plain white button-up top with sleeves that ended at the elbows in ragged points and an attached muddy-brown skirt. She swished her hips, pleased at least with the feminine layers of handkerchief ruffles that cleverly gave the appearance of rags hanging in tatters.

“’Cause you’re blond, blue-eyed, and innocent.”

Jaimie wrinkled her nose at her best friend. “Innocent? I don’t think so.”

Sitting on the bed, legs crossed and showing lots of thigh, Lucy leaned back on her hands and grinned. “Come on, Jaimie, you know you are.”

“Just because I’m not into whips and bondage doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on. I’ve had my share of boyfriends.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “You, my dear friend, are as vanilla as they come.”

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Release Date: September 12, 2014

Publisher:  Wild Rose Press: Wilder Catalog

Website: http://sydneystclaire.com

Email: sydney@sydneystclaire.com

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Blind Man Walking or A Writer’s Leap of Faith

canstockphoto1552332Have you ever been walking and decided to shut your eyes and see how far you could walk without peeking? I used to do this while walking home from school. I’d pick a spot up ahead: a line in the sidewalk, a bush, etc., close my eyes and try to reach that precise spot before opening my eyes, letting my senses tell me when I reached that spot.

Amazingly, most of the time, I was able to do this. I’d open my eyes and I was right there or within inches. While walking, in my mind, I’d see what I knew was there as I headed toward my goal: the grass, a fence, etc. as I’d walked the path so often. My mind was able to see what my eyes could not and my body, my instincts, felt when I reached my goal. In a way, it was my own leap of faith that I could do it. Don’t ask me why i ever did this <g>. Walking home from school in the days when moms did not pick us up was boring!

Every once in a while, I still do this as an adult while out walking and find it enlightening to rely on other senses, not my eyesight. It’s a great way to really see the detail around me and feel my world, not just see it passing by. Of course, you do have to be safe—no cracks in the sidewalk, not close to a busy street, no hazards, etc. Being aware is key! It’s a way of letting go of the rush, stress and the sheer responsibility of our lives for just a few minutes. Instead of being in control, in the driver’s seat, we give ourselves up to just feel, not think.

1080361_53804077 As writers, we take a lot of leaps of faith, relying on our other senses instead of our eyes. We close our eyes and draw up on our other senses to write our stories. We aren’t seeing a live picture of what we write about but instead, draw from our memories and our senses and even call up on instinct, sensing the right words or tone for our stories.

But do we really see what we are writing about? Do our readers? How many times have we read that a day is beautiful or that our hero leaned against the trunk of a tree or have an author tell us how green the grass is? While we can all call upon our own life experiences to paint those pictures of tree trunks, green grass or beautiful days, a good writer lets us feel and see her vision of these examples in her writing, whether fiction or non-fiction.

By telling us what kind of tree, or how the trunk feels (smooth, rough, sappy, ants crawling up it, etc.) we become immersed in the story. We see each scene not through the author’s eyes, but the author’s ability to use his or her senses. How wonderful it is when we can close our eye and see those vivid images and details. That writer/author took a leap of faith and asked us to close our eyes and see what she felt.

louis_12_bg_101202 My challenge is to take a walk, somewhere safe and try to see your world using your other senses. We see so much yet we often aren’t really seeing what’s there. We take our world around us for granted and we miss so much.

With your eyes open, study the area around you, choose a spot, and walk slowly toward it. I’m not about to suggest to anyone to walk with his or her eyes closed just because I do this crazy thing, and always have. But let your senses guide you to that exact spot and once there, sit and record what you see? What you feel? Why did you pick that spot? Did something draw you to it?

Look close, at what is not obvious to the eye. An ant trail? A hidden bloom? Are the blades of grass tall and thin or short and wide? What do you feel? The sun on her face, on your back, a soft breeze? The buzz of a bee. What do you sense in this area that you cannot see? Now as writer’s we can have great imaginations. Is there a body buried in the ground, is it the perfect place for lovers to meet and make out (I do write erotica here), can you imagine the children who ran across the grass with their puppy? You can’t see any of this but I bet you can both imagine it and sense some of it. Well, maybe not the dead body!

Take off your shoes. What do the soles of your feet tell you? Can you feel vibrations, warmth, cold? How about your toes. Do they curl into the grass or sand or avoid contact? Why? Use your hands. Are the rocks warm or cold, rough or smooth? What does the grass feel like? Is there a tree in the area? What do you see and hear? Close your eyes and really listen. Do you hear the leaves rustling or birds or squirrels?

canstockphoto0480047 Every time you repeat this process, close your eyes and see what you’ve miss by only relying on your eyesight. This exercise can be done anywhere: your backyard, a park, a beach, in your house (okay, maybe you’ll fall asleep but hey, naps are one of life’s greatest pleasures, right?), office (maybe when the boss isn’t around). Any setting works. Then use what you discover in your writing. Maybe a short story about why you think a body is buried in the park next to your home.

Have you ever closed your eyes and just felt life around you?