Can This Be It?

Can This Be It?

Just going through the motions day after day

Can this be it?

Barely existing.

Passion missing?

Others seem to find it,

Why not me?

Loneliness overwhelms

Making it easier to settle

For just okay…

No heat

No fire

No passion

Could this be it?

Barely existing.

Desire missing?

Longing to be wanted against all odds

To be kissed with abandon.

Fire burning out of control.

Could this be it?

Barely existing

Love missing?

Memories of the one

Who long ago stole my heart

Ignite the spark…

No longer afraid of rejection

Took a chance

Bared my soul.

Desire building

Fire burning

Passion flooding through

My heart and soul.

No longer alone

Just barely existing

This is it…

Together again

Skin on skin

Flame on Flame

Heart to Heart

Soul to Soul

©Tammy Dennings Maggy

09-21-2010

Six Sentence Sunday

I decided to give this a try.  It’s not easy picking six sentences to grab the readers attention and make them want to read more, but I gave it a shot.  This was taken from For the Love of Quinn which is now available through Siren Bookstrand and Amazon.com.  It’s a scene where our heroine, Quinn meets up with her lover and casino mogul Steve.  After finishing up with her veterinary conference lectures for the day, Quinn drops in on Steve in his office.  Just the sound of his voice can send Quinn’s body into overdrive and this time is no exception.

 

Steve shoved his cock hard into her dripping cunt. He had been fantasizing about taking her this way all day long, and as a result, he was about ready to explode when she knocked on his door.

He kept pounding her tight, muscular body stretched over his mahogany desk, which thudded every time he entered her. Ever the good slave, Quinn muffled her cries until he gave her permission to let herself go. That made Steve want her all the more, and he moved faster in and out of her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want, my beautiful slave.”

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PG excerpt from For the Love of Quinn

This excerpt is taken from the scene where Derek is doing the finishing touches on Jacob’s dueling dragon tattoo that covers his back.  Jacob spent a sleepless night thinking about Derek’s sexy sister, Quinn.  The night before, Derek made Jacob promise to stay away from Quinn but as luck would have it, he was about to meet the object of his desire face to face right there in Derek’s Tattoo Parlor at the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino.

 

 

Derek kept on working on his tattoo and hollered up to the front. “Come on back, Quinn. We’re just about ready for you guys.” He stopped a second and spoke low enough just for Jacob to hear. “Just relax, Jake. I’m gonna hold you to your promise. Look but don’t touch.”

“Jesus Christ, D. You’re killing me!”

Derek rose from his station, peeled off his gloves, and greeted Quinn with a bear hug as she came back into the work area. “So you’re really gonna do this today?”

“Looks like it. Randi’s all set, and Steve said he’d get one, too, so here I am. You have some sketches you want me to look at while we wait? Hey, what are you working on now?” She walked over to his station and inspected Derek’s work.

Jacob couldn’t breathe. She was so close, and she smelled fucking fantastic.

“How long did that take, Derek?”

“Let’s see, it’s been about two months off and on. Right, Jake?”

       Goddamn him! Now Jacob knew he was doing this on purpose. He sat up and turned to look at them. “Something like that, but it’s nearly done now.” Jacob looked into her eyes. “What do you think?” He clenched his jaw as his gut tightened up. “I sort of have a thing for dragons.”

Quinn smiled. That did it. Jacob wanted her, right there and then. “I love dragons, too. But I don’t know if I could ever sit still long enough to have something like that done to me, almost your entire back.” She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “They’re beautiful. They look real, like they could jump off of your back and start flying around the shop.” She kept eye contact with him a little longer before she turned to Derek. “You’ve outdone yourself with this one.”

“Thanks, doll.” He kissed her on the cheek and handed her some papers. “Here are the sketches for you and Randi to look through. I’m still working on the one for Steve. I should be done with Jake in about fifteen minutes or so and then we’ll start with Randi so you can see how it’s done. Okay?”

She covered her face with the sketches for a second then looked at Jacob again. Those eyes bore right through him. “Okay. If Jake can sit through all of that work, then I can do it for a little butterfly.” She reached out and touched his arm with just her fingertips, setting his skin on fire. “Thank you for letting me look at your tat.”

She walked away from him, and Jacob nearly fell out of the chair. Those hips and that ass—damn it!

Derek looked back at him and just grinned. If he was anyone else, Jacob would have driven his fist through his teeth. Instead, Jacob just groaned and put his head back down on his arms. “You’re one sadistic son of a bitch, D.”

“You’ll survive. You always do. Besides, you‘ll get to watch her again tonight at the concert. Eischer told me earlier that he’s bringing Quinn and Randi to see us.” Jacob thought Derek was thoroughly enjoying torturing him way too much. “And with Eischer around, you’ve got no chance in hell getting her into your bed tonight.”

Jacob laughed along with his friend. “That’s cold, dude.”

“Maybe so, but I love you both and I think it’s best you don’t hook up now. Maybe somewhere down the line.” Derek rubbed away the last of the excess ink from Jacob’s back and then covered it with plastic wrap. “Here, let me help you with your shirt so you don’t dislodge the plastic too soon. It should be okay tonight, but remember to wear a dark shirt—”

“In case some of the ink bleeds. Yeah, I’ve been through this a few times.” Wait, did he just say that maybe I could hook up with Quinn sometime in the future? “So you wouldn’t be totally against me ever hooking up with her, just not now?”

 

Find out Derek’s answer and so much more.  Get your own copy of For the Love of Quinn today!

For the Love of Quinn got another 5 star rating!

Just got word from “My Earnest Reviews” that another reader rated For the Love of Quinn 5 out of 5 stars!  I was having a hell of a day and that perked me right up!  Makes all the craziness going on around me worth it.  Now back to work on book two of the Now and Forever series.  This one will be called My Love, My Friend.  The story will start off at a key point from Quinn’s story.  This time we get to meet another of Quinn’s friends and fellow Michigander, Samantha.  She is also a veterinarian but she’s trying to pursue another of her passions, writing!  Go figure!  Let’s see how much of “Sammy Jo” is really me or someone else entirely.  Do I have you interested?  Good! Stay tuned!

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Another Adult Excerpt from For the Love of Quinn

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her even closer to him so he could trail kisses down her neck and a bit lower. “Go ahead. Ask away.” His tongue slowly snaked into the cleft between her tits, making Quinn forget the questions she wanted to ask. The fingers of her right hand were tangled in his hair, and her left hand moved over the muscles of his back through that tight black T-shirt. His left hand squeezed her tits together, trying to push them out through the front of the dress until his other hand found the clasp at her neck that held the halter together. As soon as it released and her tits were free, he moved back up to cover her mouth with his, pushing Quinn back on the couch so he could lay on top of her.

As they moved back, Quinn tugged at Steve’s shirt. She wanted to feel his chest against hers, nipple to nipple. Just the thought of it made her breath catch in her throat. She found her voice again when his flesh touched hers. “Is this part of the tour of your suite? Fucking me in every room?”

“It is if you agree to let me fuck you in every room over the next two weeks. I don’t think I have the stamina to do it all in one night, but I’ll damn well give it a try!” Steve’s mouth was on her breasts again and Quinn arched her back, pushing them up to him, begging him with her body to keep going. He grabbed her dress and slid it the rest of the way off over her hips. He simply stared at her naked body under him for a beat or two, making her a little self-conscious, but she forgot all about that when he smiled at her once again. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now, Quinn?”

She shook her head. “Show me.” Quinn reached for him as he slid his pants off and dropped them to the floor. Steve’s tan, rippling muscles glided over her body, wrapping her tightly around him as he entered her once again. Slow and easy this time. No need to rush. Her pussy welcomed him deep inside right away, already adjusting to fit snuggly around him, pulling him in and causing him to moan as he moved with her toward another orgasm. His lips burned against her rock-hard nipples as he took one and then the other into his mouth and suckled. The fire spread from her chest, causing her whole body to flush and tingle. She urged his lips back to hers. His tongue slipped and slid over hers, drawing her in deeper and deeper. She opened her eyes when he broke the kiss to find those mesmerizing emerald greens taking her in again.

“Oh God, Doc. Say yes. Stay with me here. Be my lover for more than just tonight.” He started to thrust harder and deeper inside of her pussy. He knew exactly how to push the right buttons to get her body to respond to his every touch, every kiss.

“Yes, yes, I’ll stay.” What the hell was this man doing to her? Quinn’s mind was mush. She moved her hands down his back to his ass, pumping hard against her. His thighs pushed hers wider as he knelt up to change positions slightly. He lifted one of her legs and then the other to rest on his shoulders, giving him even deeper penetration then she thought was possible. That moved clinched the deal for Quinn. There was no way in hell she was going to miss having that cock inside of her for the next two weeks!

Can you save someone from themselves without losing yourself in the process?

Until the last couple years,  I believed that if I loved someone enough I could save them from harming themselves.  Now I know it’s not true but it took a hell of a lot of tears and a near breakdown for me to admit that to myself.  No amount of love and care in the world will stop a person who is hell bent on harming themselves whether through addiction, reckless behavior, or even suicide.  The despair that you feel deep in your soul when your loved one decides that they can no longer cope, is simply unbearable.  When you think about it, both of you are going through the same horrific pain.  Now the question is, will you be lost as well?

We can’t save the world.  It’s not our job to do so even though we get inundated through the media outlets that it’s our “duty” to do so, “one child at a time.”  Really?  Yes, it’s noble to donate to these causes but there has to be a limit.  When the help comes at the expense of your own physical and mental health, the price is way too high.  Of course, when you are faced with helping someone you love and helping yourself, the choice is made without question.  You will give and give until you are no longer able to give anymore.  Like the drowning victim, your loved one will cling to you, claw at you and beg you to help them keep afloat.  All the while you are being pulled under water for longer periods of time and then eventually left below the surface and forgotten.

You can try to rationalize it all you want but the fact remains if someone does not want to be saved, or just can’t see the light and love you offer to them, they will continue down that destructive path and take you with them.  Your pleas don’t always go on deaf ears.  They hear you, but some feel they don’t deserve your love or friendship and will keep pushing you away over and over.  Once they get through that period of darkness, they stay away for a bit, maybe even ignore you all together because they have dulled their pain with booze, drugs, or another lover.  Whatever the vice, it smoothed out the rough edges until it all wears off again and they come running back to you.  Even though they know they are ripping your heart out every single time, they still come back.  You are also a “drug” and help keep the cycle going.  By begging them to see the truth and to get professional help, you give them a lifeline once again.  And once again they toss it aside to cling to you.  Misery loves company.  No truer words have been written.

The greatest act of love in this situation, as painful as it will be, is to let them go.  Pray to the Goddess or whoever your higher power is that their path is clear and their pain eases.  Pull their arms from around your neck and push them clear so you can swim to the surface and breathe again.  You don’t have to say goodbye.  That is so final.  Take that love you feel for them and file it away in your heart with the promise that it will bloom when your paths cross again either in this lifetime or the next.

 Darkest Hour
 
The pain of a love lost yet again
Is all consuming and gut wrenching.
And yet we will continue to suffer through
And hold out all hope.
It seems never-ending
Until one day your heart finally listens to your head.
It’s time to close the door
And throw away the key.
Just in time because you’ve reached
The frayed end of your rope.

Even in that darkest hour
You still believe things could change.
He’ll come back,
Realize his mistake.
Beg you to listen to him
Pour out his pain and sorrow.
But before you know it
He is gone once again
Telling you he will call tomorrow.

In this your darkest hour
You finally see that tomorrow will never come
He will go back to the world he left you for.
Cutting you out once again,
Leaving you unable to ask why,
In shock, and numb.
In this your darkest hour
You finally see
He wants his cake and
He wants to eat it too.
He wants your support,
Understanding,
And unconditional love,
But never once will he
Return those things to you.

Instead he takes and takes and takes some more
Leaving you sobbing,
Heartbroken,
And waiting by the phone.
He returns over and over and over again
Claiming he still loves you.
But he instead leaves you bare
Battered and alone.

In this your darkest hour
Your eyes are wide open
And you finally see…
He will never love you as you love him,
Even when he pleads with you
On bended knee.
It’s all an act.
It’s all make believe.
It’s time for you to turn your back
And walk away.
No longer letting your heart be deceived.

In your darkest hour
You realize the truths you have ignored
Will truly be what sets your heart free.

In your darkest hour
You will find the peace and light
That will mend your soul.
The wounds laid open for months on end
Will begin to heal
And slowly allow you to become whole.

For now you can wake up from the nightmare
That you had convinced yourself
Was just a dream.
Now you can wake up to find
The one who will put you first,
Love, honor and cherish you…
He will be everything you need.

©Tammy Dennings Maggy
 1/23/2010
 2am

Internet Piracy

Have you seen some of the personal websites advertising ebooks for dirt cheap?  Some offering them for a dollar or less?  I’m not talking about the sites who are licensed to do this, I am talking about people who buy these books themselves or have others so it and then make hundreds if not thousands of copies of them and then sell them.  These people feel that they can do this because they bought the original copy, but they are very wrong.  What they are doing is illegal.  They are stealing from the author and the publisher.  In some cases tens of thousands of copies of some titles are given away for a dollar each or even free.

I have been asked why do I care.  “Don’t you get an advance to write your books?”  NOPE!  As authors of ebooks, we get paid based on sales of our books.  You put in months and months into writing, editing and polishing up the final product only to have people steal it from you in the end.  For me just starting out, it’s frustrating to say the least.  Yes I work full time as a veterinarian now, but eventually I would like to write full time.  How can I be expected to make a living at it and pay my bills if someone is giving away my work for free?

Remember the whole uproar over Napster?  How the recording artists were up in arms that their work was being shared without compensation?  I remember people asking what those musicians were so upset about.  They couldn’t understand why a few downloads would make any dent in their profits.  Well, it’s not just a few downloads.  It’s millions of them all over the world and that all adds up.  Think about what you do for a living.  How would you feel at the end of each work day if everything you accomplished was credited to someone else? You would feel ripped off right?  Well so do the writers who find their works on these pirate sites.  Not only do we have to spend our valuable time looking for our works on these sites, we have to send them repeated take down notices.  If they are overseas they don’t give a shit what we ask.  They will keep doing it.

So it’s up to us as the consumers to stop searching for these sites.  Stop frequenting these sites.  If there isn’t a demand, they would be out of business.  If you go through the legal sites and through the authors websites, you can get great material and support your favorite writers and publishers.  The more support they have, the more books can be offered.  Think about it!

Hope Never Dies

Hope Never Dies

Listen to the bagpipes sing.

Let Freedom ring.

Hope is once again burning bright.

Finally a heinous wrong

Has been made right.

Mother Earth has heard our prayers.

She sent Karma and the SEALS

To deal with the cause

Of all our tears.

We’ve waited a decade

For justice to prevail,

While those responsible taunted and teased

That in all we would fail.

The War on Terror will never be done.

There will always be someone

Calling us the “Evil One.”

Spoiled children is all that they are.

They can’t get their way,

So they will push and push until

Finally they go to far.

Enough is enough.

It is time to cut the head off the Viper

For far too long

We’ve taken the strikes from this Beast.

It’s time to pay the Piper.

Lady Karma remembers all

And when the time is right,

She’ll make sure

Those who have wronged would fall.

She plays no favorites…

That much is true.

For what you put forth…

Good or Bad…

She brings times three back to you.

©Tammy Dennings Maggy

7:30am

5/2/2011

The morning after Osama Bin Laden was killed.