Trista's Diary

Entwined Fates: Slaves

2010-03-18T01:24:29Z

Woohoo!! Slaves is now available at Loose Id.

http://www.loose-id.com/Entwined-Fates-Slaves.aspx

Check it out…:)

Trista

Entwined Fates:Slaves

2010-03-13T01:31:16Z

Available this month, Entwined Fates: Slaves…:)

Keep your eyes out for it…:) Until then, below is an excerpt. Hope you enjoy..:)

Lin began to pant, seriously close to freaking out at the idea of him spanking her. My God. Was he serious? Would he really spank her?

Her flesh warmed at the thought. His gaze traveled down her chest, settling at her breasts as he palmed one, gently cupping it beneath the bells, making them ring. Lin gasped, still held captive by the hand in her hair.

“Very nice,” he murmured as he pulled the clamp free of her nipple.

He rubbed his hand over it gently as though massaging it, before moving to do the same to the other.

She scowled up at him, and his lips twitched with amusement, but his eyes burned with a passion she’d never seen directed at her. The idea he wanted her that much made her stomach tighten.

He let go of her hair and spread her robe even wider, exposing the entire length of her flushed body to his sultry stare. He slowly walked around her, letting his fingers graze over her extended nipples as he moved to stand behind her. Her knees felt weak and shaky as he bent down to whisper in her ear.

“If we’re going to have to do this, you might as well enjoy it. Don’t you think?”

“Do you think I won’t?” she asked, almost breathlessly.

“I have no doubt that you will,” he murmured as he brushed her hair back from her ear with the tips of his fingers.

“Will you help me?” she asked again.

“I’ll help you get off,” he growled softly, sending a delighted shiver up her spine.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” he growled again. “Forget it for now.” He pushed her robe off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. “Right now we have a show to do, a couple of men to convince.”

“And how will you convince them?” she asked.

“By making you scream,” he whispered, cupping her breasts from behind.

Lin drew in a sharp breath and fell back against his hard chest for support as her knees finally gave way.

* * * * *

With his hands at her shoulders, Tony pushed Lin back up, and she moaned softly in protest. Her legs shook so badly, she wasn’t sure she could remain upright much longer.

A dark, sexy look lightened his eyes as he took her hand and led her to the restraining bar. Her heart leaped in her chest as he stood her before the long metal pipe with leather straps hanging from the center. A long metal cord attached the bar to ceiling, allowing the restrainer to raise and lower it as he saw fit.

“Don’t be frightened,” he said in her ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amazingly, she wasn’t. Not much anyway. For whatever reason, despite everything she’d heard about him, she felt safe here — with him.

Staring into her eyes, he took her wrists in his hands and lifted them above her head. She watched in growing fascination as he placed her hands through the restraints and wrapped the leather around her wrists, securing them snugly in place. With a small tug against the cord, the bar lifted, pulling her to her toes.

His eyes dropped to her breasts, and she glanced down as well. They were perky and firm, her nipples pink pebbles jutting outward. Her gaze moved back to meet his, where his held hers captive. She couldn’t look away from the hunger burning in his eyes if she’d wanted to.

She never imagined anyone would look at her like that — that anyone would want her like that. She’d always been confident, always knew she was pretty, but never imagined herself the sexy siren she always wanted to be. But when he looked at her like that, she felt sexy, felt as though she could be as wild and wanton as she wanted to be. That there wasn’t anything she could do or ask of him that would offend him, shock him, or repulse him.

“What are you waiting for?” she panted.

One eyebrow lifted, intrigue. Turning, he picked up a paddle lying on the small table behind him. Her heart began massive palpitations as he slowly circled around her, the whacking of the paddle against his palm echoing around the room like an ominous threat.

She smiled slightly in utter shock at how the anticipation only heightened her growing desire. Who would’ve imagined? Not she.

The paddle landed across her hip without warning with a stinging slap. She gasped as the sharp tingle morphed into a slow burn. Another landed across the opposite hip with a loud pop. Her body swung forward, her toes dragging across the cold floor.

She cried out, letting her head drop back momentarily as the sting raced through her body, making every muscle tremble in alarming pleasure. With the third slap, her anal muscles contracted around the dildo, and she shivered uncontrollably.

“This is insane,” she panted, close to tears.

The reaction she had to the pain of the paddle both shocked and terrified her. How could she find this pleasurable? How could she come from this? But she was so close — closer than she would have ever imagined.

“This is just the beginning,” he murmured.

Havoc on the highway…

2010-03-13T01:22:04Z

From the Sun Sentinal.

We all know the dangers of driving while texting or talking on a cell phone. Now Florida Keys law enforcement officers add a new caution: Don’t try to shave your privates while driving, either.

Florida Highway Patrol troopers say a two-vehicle accident on Cudjoe Key was caused by a 37-year-old woman driver who was shaving her bikini area while her ex-husband took the wheel from the passenger seat, reports keysnews.com.

It wasn’t a close shave — it was a total wreck.

“She said she was meeting her boyfriend in Key West and wanted to be ready for the visit,” Trooper Gary Dunick said. “If I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have believed it. About 10 years ago I stopped a guy in the exact same spot … who had three or four syringes sticking out of his arm. It was just surreal and I thought, ‘Nothing will ever beat this.’ Well, this takes it.”

Megan Mariah Barnes should not have been driving.

The day before the wreck Barnes was convicted in an Upper Keys court of DUI with a prior and driving with a suspended license.

After the accident Barnes and her ex-husband, Charles Judy, drove another half-mile, then switched seats. Judy then claimed that he was the driver.

But the burns on Judy’s chest from the passenger-side airbag deploying told another story. The airbag in the steering wheel did not deploy, according to FHP.

Troopers charged Barnes with driving with a revoked license, reckless driving, leaving the scene of a wreck with injuries and driving with no insurance.

Remember: stay focused when driving and use razor-sharp judgement.

Oh, man. Only in Florida…lol.

Trista

Tax time

2010-03-10T20:16:28Z

I’ve said it for years…

To think things can’t get any worse is a failure of imagination.

All my life, just when I think things are okay…BOOM, the other shoe drops.

Which is exactly what happened today when I met with our CPA. Big boom. So big in fact, I thought my heart would stop.

Note to all writers. Keep those damn receipts!!

My organizational skills suck, probably more than my grammar and spelling, which means it’s pretty darn bad…lol. I feel for my poor editor. I’m sure she’s reading my latest submission and shaking her head…lol.

I’ll survive though and live to write yet another smutt filled suspense story…:) Yay…lol.

So now that the tax suspense if over and I’ve been slapped on the hand for my bad organization—which in truth was a little disappointing. Where’s the whips and chains? The leather straps? Come on, I was a bad girl…lol— I can’ now move on and focus, I mean seriously focus, on my right offs for next year, which I need more of…sigh.

So, new years resolution for this year, albiet a little late, is to get off my lazy butt and do more conferences and book signings. Starting with RT in Ohio….:)

Hope to see you all there. I’m on the feary court this year, so wave to me as I walk across the stage…:)

Trista

weekly funny

2010-03-08T00:29:08Z

I thought this was cute…:)

GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS…

Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be
dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here’s why.
A couple in Sweetwater , Texas , had a lot of potted plants. During a
recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to
protect them from a possible freeze.

It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one
of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw
it go under the sofa.

She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room
naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under
the sofa.

He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About
that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He
thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the
floor.

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told
him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him
onto a stretcher.
About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the
Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the
stretcher. That’s when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the
hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called
on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself
with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he
decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in
relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she
felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake
rushed back under the sofa.

The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR
to revive her.

The neighbor’s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery
store, saw her husband’s mouth on the woman’s mouth and slammed her
husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking
him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor
lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that
the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small
bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man’s throat.

By now, the police had arrived.

Breathe here…

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a
drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when
the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden
snake!

The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his
sobbing wife.

Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of
the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit
the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered
and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the
window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out
and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it
and smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire
department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they
were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead
wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a
ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was
repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was
right with their world.

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold
snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they
should bring in their plants for the night.

And that’s when he shot her.

New Orleans

2010-03-04T01:04:54Z

Everyone that knows me knows how much I love the French Quarter…:) It’s one of my favorite places to go. Thank god I have family there, so I can go as often as I like…lol.

I just love the buildings and the atmosphere, the whole party vibe.

I usually make a stop at Cafe Du Monde but this past weekend there was a line half a block long. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen it that crowded, so we headed over to the Franch Market instead.

I find something to buy every time I go in that place.

My daughter and her aunt…:)

Despite the crowd, we had a fabulous time just like always…:)

Trista

cabrio review

2010-03-01T20:50:19Z

Nope, Cabrio isn’t a book…:) It’s the Whirlpool Cabrio washer and dryer.

I just saw a commercial for those and decided I’d post a review of the product.

They’re not worth the money.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I bought a set a little over a year ago. For a washer that’s supposed to be energy efficient, it sure uses alot of water. Mater of fact, my water went up every single month that I used it. Not once, did the water bill go down. I just love how that works. There was a recall on the washer for the computerized dash, which I found out about when I called for a repair man to fix another problem that ended up being related to the dash problem. $1,100 is alot to pay for something only to have to call in a repair man less than a year later.

The dryer is also a cabrio, but is gas. The only thing I can say about that one is it takes over an hour to dry a load of clothes. Not very energy efficient in my opinion.

So basically, it’s like I said in the beginning. They’re not worth the money.

Trista

She’s such a poser…:)

2010-02-26T01:05:22Z

My new baby, Nay-Nay is growing like a weed and loves all the attention she gets…:)

Is this my good side?

Or is head-on better?

lol. she’s so spoiled…:)

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Slaves

2010-02-24T17:01:12Z

Check out my new cover for Entwined Fates: Slaves.

Cover is by Ann Cain. She does such amazing covers. I love it…:)

Complications

2010-02-23T18:58:14Z

Man oh man, where to begin.

I had surgery yesterday to repair a blocked tearduct, a side affect from a previous sinus surgery.

First off, my blood pressure spiked really bad during surgery and they kept giving me medication to try and bring it down. Finally, after about 4 shots of something during recovery, they got the bottom number down to 86, which is much better than the 130 it had been. I was so out of it, I can’t remember the name of the drug.

Prior to the surgery, the dr. told me no bending over and no straining. Do you know what happens when you throw up during recovery? You bend over and you strain…sigh.

I strained so much, it pushed the stints in my tearducts paritally out. He couldn’t get it back in that day because a blood clot was blocking where it needed to go, so we’re waiting on the blood clot to move so he can push it the rest of the way through. So in the menatime, I have this tiny plastic tube taped to the side of my nose, to keep it from rubbing against my eye and irritating it until he can get it back in. The stints have to remain in for a month, so hopefully he’ll be able to get them back into place.

The stitches that run from the corner of my eye to the top of my cheek don’t hurt, but behind my eye does. I’m assuming from where he rerouted the tearducts. Surgery sucks…sigh. Especially when things don’t go exactly right.

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