Sunday, 29 June 2008

All the news…

The highlights from my reading of Brisbane The Sunday Mail…

Page 11 – Headline – “Better than Sex” – it was about how some women consider shopping a sport and it can consume their lives and how it can be better than sex…well, I could say much on this but I’ll leave you to your own thoughts .

Page 12 – Madonna is getting a divorce. If one woman can look after herself it’s Madge. I have a feeling she’ll do okay.

Page 13 – Greg Norman marrying Chris Everett – great – happy for them but why do they have to disrupt a whole island community to have what is in essence a 5 minute paper signing ceremony? Seems a tad selfish but money talks doesn’t it?

Page 23 – There is a 27 year old nun who knows exactly where she is going in life and what her passion is. Yes, true, I am about as similar to her as I am a natural blonde but the thing is I admire the woman for her passion and determination – you go girl.

Page 29 – see picture – Man dresses duck as geisha girl for Agricultural shows. Sarah the Indian runner duck is his favourite. “’If she was human, she’s be on top money,’ he said ‘It’s just the way she walks and the way she presents each outfit that makes her extra special.’” ...Uh huh...

Page 31 – Chicken catchers are in high demand but no one wants to do the job despite the fact you can earn up to $60 an hour catching chooks. One catcher has an ‘impressive record of catching 2000 an hour’ and his reported as saying ‘he’d never do anything else.’ Chicken catching anyone?

Page 46 – ‘Queen cries poor’ – ‘Can’t live on $82m allowance.’ Yes, that’s right, Elizabeth the 2nd wants a raise in her pocket money. How awful for the poor bugger. No one should be asked to live on $82 million a year. How can she do it? Should we start up a collection?

So there – that’s what’s happening in the world – you don’t have to read the paper now.

Today , fellow antipodean Jane Beckenham from across the ditch (Tasman Sea) in New Zealand has been kind enough to give me an excerpt of her latest release - The Sheikh's Proposal. It’s out now through Red Rose Publishing. Reasons to click on the cover and immediately buy this hot romance? It’s an excellent love story, you won’t be able to put it down and if you buy it you can say you have a book written by a Kiwi. See? Dazzle your friends with your exotic tastes in literature over coffee.


The blurb…

Go, or lose her job. Callie Baxter has no choice, but then does her heart have a choice when she is forced to face her nemeses, the man she blames for her father’s death? Her mind says one thing, her body another.
For Sheikh Tariq al Sulamein, facing Callie is a fatal error. She is the one woman who could change his future, force him from his protective world, and make him place his needs above those of his country. But Tariq is determined to control the game and play it his way, and not lose his country, or his heart.
Is there really any choice when the heart is involved or can paradise seduce estranged hearts?

The excerpt ...

The taste of him sang through her veins and, real or unreal, she ached for another kiss.
Her wish came true.
He claimed her mouth. Kiss upon kiss, his hands in her hair, caressing her arms, cupping her to him, kneading her bottom so that she pressed hard against him. Every kiss was as beautiful as the previous. Nothing had ever felt this wonderful.
“You may be fire and ice, my English rose, but I can make you melt in my arms.” And his fingers slipped beneath her dress, massaging one hardened nipple between his fingers before lowering his lips to her breast and sucking the peak. A purr of delight slid from her lips, the sound inciting Tariq. In one swift movement he undid the clasp of her dress, sliding it over her breasts, baring her to his worshiping gaze.
“You are perfection, habibti.” He reached out and caressed her breasts, cupping their fullness. “Perhaps you have been sent from heaven. An angel to ease my ache.”
“You're in pain?” she teased and drew the tip of her finger across his chest, flicking over the hard nub of one nipple.
“Pain and pleasure are sometimes alike.”
“And now?” she asked as she playfully lathed her tongue across the nipple, nipping it between her teeth.
Tariq’s gasp wrapped around them and she stilled. “Definitely pleasure, habibti.” His hand slid across her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips. “Your body is designed for pleasure.”
The ice had truly melted. Callie threw her head back and reveled in Tariq's touch, her excitement escalating as he clasped her around the waist and lifted her to him.
Skin stroking skin and hearts beating in unison, he carried her to another room. But as the door shut behind them, for a fleeting moment uncertainty ricocheted through Callie. She lowered her eyes.

Just this once she would let down her guard.
Just once.
Cradling her as if a precious goddess Tariq lowered her to the bed. Silk and satin an aphrodisiac against her skin. Emboldened, she looked up at him.
He stood so proud and strong, long legs astride, a satiny sheen across his muscled torso. His dark eyes had narrowed and glinted his potent desire.
Tariq al Sulamein burned for her. Good! Just as she did for him.
“I want to touch you, feel you,” she said. “Make love to me, Tariq. Now.”
“Your wish is my command.” And he gave her a wicked grin.
At that precise moment the real world was obliterated. Callie lifted her arms to him and he came. There was no going back.
He explored her body, trailing a path from her breasts, her thighs, sliding his length down to her toes and back up. As his fingers sought her innermost center, teasing the slick folds, finding the burning flame, Callie was lost to everything but a whirlpool of sensations. Strung tight as a wire she tumbled at break-neck speed to a point of no return. Then it happened. The fire within flared out of control and she writhed beneath his touch. She could wait no longer and finally tumbled over the edge into a world of pure wanton pleasure.
She heard nothing, but felt everything. Her mind and body seemed so unconnected, yet she understood it all. With her breath labored, a glorious heat permeating every part of her, Callie rejoiced.
Tariq moved to her side, a beautiful smile on his exotic face. “The ice has gone.”
She smiled, sort of, well, if a lopsided foolish grin could be called a smile. Every fiber in her being was in meltdown. “What they say about seeing stars, that the world stops spinning, is true.”
“As it should be,” he whispered against her cheek.
A shiver shimmied along her spine. “It was everything, and more. I want more.”
“Yes. This isn't over yet.”

Well…I want to know more…remember click on the cover to buy.
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?


barbara huffert said...

You forgot one important item, the plane in India that flew 350 miles too far because the cockpit crew fell asleep.

I don't think the Queen should have a raise until I've been permitted to attempt to live on such a paltry sum for a few years. Of course, to be entirely fair, I'll need to take over her residences as well. In the meantime, she's welcome to stay here.

Anny Cook said...

Oh, I'm with you Barb. We should all be so poor. Sigh.

Although I admit being intrigued by the fellow with the duck. Liiiiike that duck. What's with the chain across his belly?

Jane Beckenham said...

I wudn't mind that kind of allowance!

Jane Beckenham

Regina Carlysle said...

The Queen needs some more of those cute little purses she carries. Dang, have you guys priced those leather bags lately??? Outrageous.

Mysti Holiday said...

That guy with the goose??? Um... someone needs to keep a really, really close eye on him.