Writing Down the Words

What do I write next? There are so many ideas and thoughts in my head that figuring out what to do next can be painful for some. Usually, with me it's what scratches at my brain the hardest, who yells the loudest. You know, the squeaky wheel gets the oil. But what happens when there are two equally squeaky wheels? How do you pick and choose?

I don't know. I don't think that there is any rhyme or reason to how I decide. Sometimes, I write on two or three things at once and the one that I finish first is the one that won. Sometimes, I try to push it to work on one specific work and that usually crashes on me.

So, in other words, for me it's a crap shoot. I write the one that claims the majority of my attention. Isn't that how it is when you have a roomful of screaming kids? You deal with the loudest and most obnoxious first.

I'm going to give you a hint of something I'm working on. It's a super secret project that involves vampires and wolves. I've never written vampires for you guys before. Admittedly these will play a minor role—for now, but they will be there.

Here is what one of my characters looks like to me. Isn't he handsome–viral? Maybe even a little scary. What do you think?

There will be more information coming on my website in the forum. www.marlamonroe.com

That's all for now,

Marla

Their New Year's Resolution Available Now!

Single, divorced mom with three children. Sound familiar? There are a lot of them out there, struggling to make ends meet with no time for love and no delusions that there are any good men left.

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Erica wasn’t exactly looking for love, but a new friend wouldn’t be bad either. But what if there were two, and they wanted to share? She didn’t think the small community would approve. She depended on them for her business and that kept her three children clothed and fed. Erica was in a bind.

 

Brent and Kent just moved to town buying one of the ranches in the area. They wanted a big family Thanksgiving with all of their brothers, sisters, and families there to celebrate. They needed help. One look at Erica when she arrived to help them get ready, and their hearts were committed. But what about hers?

In order to become a family, they had to overcome Erica’s fear of losing her business and the guy’s worry she would resent them if she did. A little Christmas magic and some revised goals just might do the trick.

Sexy Excerpt: Warning, 18+ Only"

Kent walked over to where his brother stepped out of his underwear totally nude and completely comfortable that way. When Brent stood up to his full height, it was like looking at twin images of one man only there were subtle differences if she really looked. Brent had just a little more thickness in his arm and leg muscles than his twin. Kent’s skin was maybe a shade lighter than Brent’s was. Though both men were built like Adonis on steroids, Brent was just a little more cut and Kent was just a little more relaxed than his brother.

Even without the differences in their hair length, Erica was sure she would know them anywhere. Given time to explore their bodies in much more detail, she was sure she would even know the difference if blind folded and that thought led to another one a little kinkier.

Finally, she allowed her eyes to feast on their cocks and moaned out loud to her utter embarrassment. But damn! They were beautiful. Both men had long thick dicks that had a slight curve. Heavy balls with just a dusting of hair hung between their legs as the stalks of their cocks pointed almost directly at her. It took all of her determination to lift her eyes from their amazing packages to meet their heavy lidded eyes.

As if that had been some secret signal to them, they pounced. She had no idea who removed what item of clothing, but before she realized it, Erica was as nude as they were, only her clothes had been folded and left on the dresser where theirs lay where they’d dropped it.

“You are so damn beautiful, Erica. I will never get tired of looking at you,” Brent said.

“One of the perks of there being two of us is that one of us can always lay back watch your face when you come while the other brings you there. But this time, we both want to hold you and get our cocks deep inside of you,” Kent told her.

“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Brent asked her. His voice had deepened as he ran his hands up and down her abdomen.

“Y–Yes. I didn’t like it, but I’ll try with you if you want me to,” she said.

“Babe, I can assure you we’ll make it good for you, but if it hurts we’ll stop, okay?” Brent’s strained voice told her he was more turned on than he appeared. She loved that they wanted her that much.

“Okay. I trust you,” she said. And she did. Deep down, Erica knew they wouldn’t hurt her.

“Fuck! That is the sweetest thing you could have ever said to me, babe.” Brent kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth to tease hers before he pulled back and nipped at her neck.

“I’ve got to taste her before we get started, Brent. That one quick suck of her fingers last time wasn’t enough.” Kent moved down to the foot of the bed where he slipped between her legs and spread them so his shoulders would fit.

Brent pulled one of her legs higher with his hand then licked and teased her nipples while his brother blew hot hair across her wet pussy lips. All Erica could do in that moment was close her eyes and enjoy what they were doing to her. Every lick, every nip sent her senses spiraling higher and higher. She was sure she'd explode if they didn’t do something soon. Ever cell in her body was on fire.

“Please. Oh, God! I need you. I need you both so much,” she said.

Kent’s tongue continued to circle her clit then swipe more of her juices from her slit before returning to torment the little bundle of nerves again. Brent’s mouth mauled her breasts, biting just hard enough to make her squirm with pleasure. She didn’t know if she was trying to pull away from him or move closer. All she did know was that she’d never been so turned on or felt so loved in her life. This was what sex was supposed to be like between lovers.

 

Marla

www.marlamonroe

New Year — New Dreams

Every year I say I'm going to do better, be better, feel better but somehow I always feel like I've missed the goal. I've never really been able to keep a single New Year's resolution past the first three months of the year either. So why do we make goals in the first place? Why do we dream of things going our way when they usually don't?

Because without a dream or a goal in our lives, we merely exist with nothing to look forward to. Why go out of our way to do something if it doesn't mean anything? Even animals have goals. I don't know if they have dreams like humans, but they strive to find the best food, the safest place to have their young and the strongest male to breed their young.

Humans go beyond that now. Most of us have the necessities like a roof over our heads and food on the table. So now we look for new things to strive for, new goals to reach. The common ones are to lose weight, get healthier, organize our lives better, stop smoking or drinking.

Maybe those of us who are goal-challenged in life should make easier goals that we can achieve so we feel better about the accomplishment. Then we can set a slightly higher goal and one day, we'll meet the big one we had wanted all along. Constantly failing day after day and year after year only creates a rut that we can't get out of. We feel bad about ourselves and begin to believe that we can never do better at all. I think it would be better to make no goals than to set ourselves up to constantly fail.

What are some easier goals that would help us to feel better about ourselves?
     Donate a book to a library.
     Read the paper or a short story to a shut in
     Put the garbage can back from the street for the elderly
     Buy a few five dollar Starbuck's cards and give them to random
     people you meet.
     Give someone a flower you don't know.

Funny how doing things for others makes me feel good about myself. I really enjoy seeing the surprised smile. It warms my heart and takes away a little of the disappointment I feel in myself.

Do yourself and someone else a good deed and pass on a smile in this 2015 New Year. I'm going to ask you about it when the year is almost over. Don't disappointment me.  I'm watching you!





Marla Monroe

www.marlamonroe.com

 

Great News and a Reminder

Just found out that Finding Love Between Terror and Rage is at Amazon.  You can find it at http://amzn.to/1yT6q61 

Reminder everyone. I post all announcements on my webpage first just in case I don't make it here to my blog for a few days. Save it to your favorites so you can find it fast. www.marlamonroe.com

Also on my website under the Marla's Forum is a Borderlands diary updated at least once a week if not more often. So far there are three entries with a fourth one scheduled for Saturday. It's being co-written by a wonderful friend of mine, Kay Hughes, who also has set up a fan page for The Borderlands Series on facebook.

Stop by my page on facebook and like it as well. I will try to make all the rounds when I have fun and exciting news to share.

Talk soon!

Marla

Wow! Already December and I Haven't Even Put Away October Yet!

Hmmm. How did I let this happen? December sort of snuck up on me. I never saw it coming. I can't even remember November, except for the yummy dressing the other day. Days fly by pulling the entire month with them. Before we know it, an entire year is gone again. What do we have to show for it?

I have about 14 books and two short stories to show for the year, but what about life points? You know, the things that really matter. I've spent quality time with my brother and his family several times this past year. Could I have spent more time with them? Yeah. I could have.

I've spent some wonderful days with my parents this year. I love having them here with me. Not only are they fun to be with and help me in so many ways, but watching just how much they love each other keeps the love alive in my heart, too. I wish I'd spent more time with them earlier in the year instead of some of the trips I took. I didn't realize just how quickly things change.

I refuse to regret anything because it adds to who I am, but I can feel sad for some of the opportunities I've missed or blown off; for the time I wasted when I should have been writing spending time with friends and family; for decisions I've made that weren't all that smart.

So, looking ahead, I plan to do things a little differently this coming year. I did this last year and the year before. No matter how many times I do this, I always end up missing something I should have seen coming.

So for the end of 2014 as it tops the hill on its way down, don't have regrets, don't think the what ifs. Spend some time thinking about what you want out of life for next year and then make plans on how to get there. You may not get there the first time you try, but if you keep regrouping and looking at where you got off track, you will eventually get to where you are supposed to be.

I'm going to introduce whoever out there is reading this to what hope looks like to me right now. Her name is Maggie and she's a kitten. When I found her, she was about 4 or 5 weeks old and entirely different than what she looks like now.

 

 

 

 



Isn't she cute? A tiny ball of fur and great big eyes. She was such a sweet kitty who had a rough start in life. Something had tried to eat her and she had a massive abscess from one side of her neck through to just above her chest. We got that all cleaned up and she turned into a whirlwind of energy after that.

Now she is about 4 months old and she looks so much different than she did.

Yep, that's her tongue sticking out.

 

 

So where am I going with all of this? This hope I was talking about? Well, she brought hope into our house when she came to live with us. My mom took one look at her and smiled—really smiled for the first time in a long time. Now the house revolves around Maggie or "my baby" as mom refers to her. Seeing that

smile and how the kitten keeps her engaged and happy is seeing hope reflected in my mom's eyes. Taking care of the kitten gives her one more reason to get up each morning and brave the pain and near blindness that colors her world grey. Only now, there is a streak of color that captivates her each day and I call it Hope.

 

Marla



Black Friday Blues.

Don't fight the crowds and end up with bruises and nothing worth the hassle out of all of it. Shop at home from the comfort of your jammies and the computer or your tablet or smart phone. It's all at
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Book One in the new MC Series

The Howling Death MC



 

Mia knows they’re dangerous men, but Terror and Rage make her feel alive for the first time since her husband’s murder, where she nearly died. Though she carries the scars of the attack, she has moved on. One glimpse of the new bikers in town and she can’t stop thinking about them.

 

Terror and Rage are instantly attracted to the dark-haired beauty who serves them drinks. They try to stay away from her for her own protection while they rebuild The Howling Death M.C. When people start to die and a rival M.C. threatens their town, they can’t ignore the threat to her and intervene. They will do anything to protect her and make her theirs.

 

Mia has to decide if living a dull but safe life is enough for her, or if she wants to find love between the two men who make her feel alive.

 

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Finding Them

Book 6 of the Riverbend, Texas Heat Series

 



 

Sierra is in over her head. She has more responsibilities than she can handle, two sisters in college, and a ranch under foreclosure. All she’s been able to do for the last eight years is take care of everyone else.

 

Rollan and Thorne are new to the area but are instantly attracted to Sierra, with her quiet strength and sensual beauty. More than anything, they want to see her happy. When they find out she’s being blackmailed with her ranch, the men come up with a plan where they can spend more time trying to convince her that they are meant to be a family.

Sierra’s unexpected attraction to the two men is baffling. She’s afraid to trust her instincts where they’re concerned but accepts their offer of help, putting herself close enough to get burned. Are Rollan and Thorne the answer to her prayers, or will they be her downfall?

 

 

You can also find this one on Bookstrand in all major download types.  BUY Finding Them

 

Don't forget to sign up on my webpage to be able to chat in the forum there. I will be sharing what I'm working on, snippets of new books, and lots more. I'll announce when a book is going on pre-order, released for publishing, and when it is available at Amazon.

 

www.marlamonroe.com



 

There will be interviews with some of the characters from my books and once a month we are going to feature a new author and find out more about them and their books. Just because I write doesn't mean I don't read. I have the hardest time finding good books that I'm interested in reading.

 

So start signing up and introducing yourselves there. I will be stopping by on a regular basis beginning tomorrow, the long awaited, Black Friday!

 

So have some Thanksgiving left over and stop by to say hello. I'll watch for you!

 

Marla

www.marlamonroe.com

 

Thanskgiving Blessings and Writing the Next Page

No matter who we are or where we are in our lives, we all have something to be thankful for. Even in my darkest days when I thought there was no hope for me, I was thankful that my family was safe and alive.

When I found myself losing hope again, I reminded myself of where I was thirty years ago then twenty years ago, and that I still had hope. Then I think of the friend who lost her child; the solider I met who lost both of his legs and then his wife; the stranger I met who slept in an abandoned car in the junk yard. Yet he blessed me and offered to share his coffee that day.

Why am I writing this for you or anyone or no one to read? Because no matter where I am in life, I have something to be thankful for. It might not seem like it at times, but there is always someone who has less to be thankful for than me. This is my reminder to myself that there will always be tough times, but they aren't important. It's how you decide to handle them that is really important. Writing it down reminds me of this and thorough writing it I remember and smile and am thankful once again.

Because I've been in many of the same situations as others who feel they have nothing, I feel that I can talk about it and not be assuming in what I have to say. Attitude changes everything. I could have accepted that I had nothing and felt like I was nothing. I would have continued in that direction and ended up on drugs, street corners and panhandling at intersections. Because I refused to be a useless waste of space, I changed my attitude and demanded that people see me. I made jobs for myself until I was able to get one honestly.

It didn't stop there. It will never stop there. Once you reach some of your dreams, if you settle back and ride the waves instead of continuing to paddle the board, you'll end up crashing again. And I have, several times. To this end, I am a constantly growing human being who makes mistakes, bad choices, and poor decisions. I will have to work at my life every single day that I'm still able. I can't expect it to coast along without giving it a push now and then. 

So I write the next page. I keep putting my thoughts, ideas, and dreams down on paper, forming sentences, paragraphs, and chapters until I've created another dream, another fantasy that I hope helps someone out there handle another day where all hope seems lost. For a little while when I'm in that world, building it up and giving it life, I to can forget the pain of watching my parents decline and the pain of loneliness. For that moment, I have my book friends and all is right with me.

It's never hurts to hide for a while and lose ourselves in a story as long as we don't make it the reality of our lives. Use it to regroup, refuel, and strengthen your resolve to find one more thing to be thankful for. Then take a step in a new direction in the pursuit of your dreams.

I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving and pray that you have more to be thankful for than you realized when you first started thinking about it. Tell at least one someone today that you appreciate them, love them, or are richer for having met them. Not only are you boosting yourself, but you make someone else feel good at the same time. Seeing a smile on someone's face that you helped to put there is the headiest drug in the world.

Peace and Abundant Blessings to you and your family and friends.

Marla Monroe
www.marlamonroe.com