<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:16:22.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that is writing is not gold</title><subtitle type='html'>Writings of erotica, bdsm, historical romance and paranormal.  And a place for me to gripe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-5691488122910451918</id><published>2009-07-19T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:05:42.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's The Fire?</title><content type='html'>No I'm not talking about my love life. I'm talking the romance novels I read. I don't know how any of these people fall in love anymore. The more romance I read the more I feel as though romance is dead. They took out forced sex, then they took out barbaric men who tell women what to do, then the women stopped fighting because now they're equals.... Ok that's all well and good for real life. But, honestly it's making my reading extremly boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse than that though. It's the writers who try to bring in some of the old school and it doesn't match their watered down characters. Seriously, I'm bored to tears. I need to see much more verbal action and much less "respect". I miss the old writers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either come up with something more interesting or give me my old writers back. I'm too tired to carry this rant any further. I'm off to finish reading the book that's good, but lacks the potential it could have if they weren't so worried about offending womens lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite all. Write me something I can read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-5691488122910451918?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5691488122910451918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=5691488122910451918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/5691488122910451918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/5691488122910451918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-fire.html' title='Where&apos;s The Fire?'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-8702997666926196026</id><published>2009-07-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:11:53.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Hubby is out working the tour which leaves me home with the kiddos. Things are going pretty well around here. I realize I'm much stronger than I'm given credit for. More than anything tonight I have a heart breaking situation that is weighing heavily on me. I've always carried this idea that I need to save the world. People, animal, plants... doesn't matter I can fix them all. It's the reason my number one bad habit is giving unsolicited advice. I just want to see every situation work out for the best for all parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor of mine is having a hard time with one of her children. Well he isn't actually one of her kids, he's a grandchild and she's been granted custody over two of ther daughter's children. She had the others but they are grown and making their own mistakes. The little girl despite her issues is very sweet and gentle. She plays pretty well with Maia and although we've had to work on manners and respect I don't think she's ever intentionally been rude to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy on the other hand was a bit older before he was taken out of the home he lived in. I know many things happened to him that should never happen to anyone, let alone someone so young. He struggles with anger as so many abused children have. Grandma struggles with how is the best way to handle the situation and more often than not chooses the wrong path. Now tonight the police were called out because of something he did, but it's leading them to make a decision about rather to keep the children in this home or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn on what I believe should happen. On the one hand both children coudl have a chance in a more appropriate home, but the boy unfortunatly risks being bounced from home to home. On the other hand all three have a chance at being rehabilitated if they so choose. The boy has a chance of finding stability and love in an environment he might have never known could exist. Either way it's not my decision to make. Tonight I'm sending my prayers that whatever decision is made I hope everyone will be better for it. I hate to see families torn apart. I know what it's like to be the one that just doesn't seem to make the cut. I've been where this little boy is today and I know what roads he has the choice to make but more often than not the wrong road is chosen. I know both of them can offer eachother much more than what they are giving out. It's so hard to break that cycle sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is out there and reads this tonight or even in the future, please pray for this family. Maybe if enough prayers are sent up the right choices will be made. I'm goign to talk to my church tomorrow. As big as they are, there has to be some good thoughts heading in this family's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love tonight. Sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-8702997666926196026?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8702997666926196026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=8702997666926196026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/8702997666926196026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/8702997666926196026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2009/07/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-6487899966814299969</id><published>2009-06-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:12:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's time to move on</title><content type='html'>I guess the hardest thing for me to do is to let people go. Just one of those strange things with me. No matter how bad things are, I hate to give up on anyone or to think that the relationship is just no longer compatible for both involved. This week though, I had to do just that. I'm really down about the whole event. But, it's also made me learn something about myself. To push myself to become a better person, inside and out. I've been alot of things in my past, and despite working hard to change myself to become something more I realize I still carry around my bad habits, even if not to the same extreme as they have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I will work to be even less judgmental. I'm quick to pass judgment on a person before there is even a hello. There are a few womens groups that I'll be joining this summer and two mom's groups I'll be joining this fall. I'm excited about both. It'll be time to practice what I'd like to preach even more. Everyone is different and those differences should be celebrated instead of yanked out into the open and snubbed. Our therapist said, "Look at each other like one of God's children and decide if you would still say the same thing." I think that can apply to anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more accepting. It goes up there with judgmental. Sometimes it's hard for me to swallow other's opinions, especially if I couldn't disagree more. I'm not angry abou their opinions, but I am quick to shoot it down and cover it with mine. I'd much rather nod my head and smile and let them think what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make friends that I'm proud to have as friends. I've come across alot of hypocrits, judgemental people and worst of all stupid people. I can't have a group of friends that I wouldn't invite over for a family dinner. If I'm always thinking bad thoughts about them or disagreeing with them, it isn't making me a good friend. Actually it's making me a rather bad friend. So I plan to be more selective. I seem to attract people that I am not just the complete opposite of, but those that exhibit even the same bad habits I have. That does no one any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to let go. Sometimes things are minor compared to the grand scheme of things. I don't need a chip on my shoulder, I don't need to feel personally affected by everything. Sometimes it is what it is. But, sometimes people just need to be let go. I'm not dependent on any one relationship to see that the rest of my life is wonderful. I don't need to be in a bad relationship just to keep someone around. By closing one door many more will open and I need to be open to exploring my options. If I hadn't been willing to let some things go recently I never would have taken the opportunity to get to know others. Hanging onto my past has really only left me with the past. I'm a different person than I was ten years ago. My friendships haven't reflected that and that's sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want friendships that are about building another person up. I want a friend who is able to listen with an open heart and mind. I need to surround myself with people who just get it.  My sister is the best friend I have because she exhibits all of these things. She's the most humble person I know and I wish I could meet more people like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess I'm feeling rather down and making a list of more positive goals to change the situation seems much more productive than moping the loss of something that I feel I've never had. To those of you with best friends who are perfect ina lmost everyway, give them a call and say thank you. Trust me it's as hard to find a good friend as it is to find a good husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all. I'm off to watch some tube and read a book. Went to bible study tonight. Sis and I are really excited about the new series coming up. The End of times. Which always makes me sad to think about. If it happens during the time my daughter is growing up she'll miss out on marriage, having children, playing, having friends and going to the movies. It has always made me sad. Despite the fact that when it's over there are those of us going to an amazing place, but to think my daughter will have to also miss out on "worldly" fun saddens me as well. Maybe I shouldn't attend this series. But, I will anyway, not everything is easy to hear but sometimes it just has to be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-6487899966814299969?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6487899966814299969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=6487899966814299969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6487899966814299969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6487899966814299969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-its-time-to-move-on.html' title='When it&apos;s time to move on'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-840135454578173404</id><published>2009-06-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:23:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back into the game</title><content type='html'>Although I'm not quite ready to pick up the keyboard and start crankin out the words, I am ready to start keeping my journals again. At least for a bit. With the new baby life has been hectic to say the least. It's been an interesting ride with two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family front has settled down so I guess it was time to start having disagreements with friends. Hubby and I started goign to counseling and it's made a huge difference. The friend front on the other hand has made me wonder why I ever decided to make friends with folks to begin with. Learning how to live peacably in a very opinionated environment is starting to take its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that it's forced me into some soul searching. I feel we should always be looking for ways to better ourselves and even if we don't succeed a few steps forward and one step back is still better than standing still. I feel like the year I turned 30 it not only started a new year for me it also began a decade of change. I'm two years into it and although I'm not perfect I'm beginning to look at life and differences with more of an open mind than I did in my twenties. I'm still hot headed I'm still opinionated, but I've learned that it's ok that others differ in their opinions. Not like I get it right everyday, but I'm working towards it. Maybe soon I'll achieve that ever untouchable goal of letting things go. That seems to have gotten worse with age. I dwell on things now and let it eat away at me. In my teens I just dropped it all, the older I get now the more things start to bug me. So that's my thought for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing alot of reading. I'm having to pump bottles for my little one several times a day and that leaves me with doing little else besides watchign t.v. Now I've seen it all and started picking up my books again. I hope soon I'll be able to purchase an ebook reader and get things started again on my review site. I'm missing my BDSM reading. I'm missing my writing. I tried to pick it up again after the little one was born but it just isn't working out the way I'd like. One step at a time. At some point they all go to school right?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to church with my sister and focusing on bible study class with her. It's been a real eye opener on how to apply these concepts to everyday life. I've enjoyed it. It's a learning experience and makes sense. Our bible study group is awesome and full of life. Although I must say, it makes it hard to write erotica and read the bible. But, I'll manage somehow. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's something of an update. I'm on facebook now. Not much to say there. I like it here, I can write as much as I want without anyone cutting me off. Since it seems I've become long winded, I needed this time to just free write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope for 2009 has been to get myself involved in as many mom things as I could. I'd love to have a group of moms to hang out with, talk about the kids with, share stories with. I think the little one will enjoy it as well, even if she's a little too young right now. So I've joined a few moms groups and talkign to the library moms a little more. It's been fun. I can't wait for the school year when our activities pick up again. Hopefully, if I'm lucky it'll help to put some gritty moments of my past behind and help me start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-840135454578173404?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/840135454578173404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=840135454578173404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/840135454578173404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/840135454578173404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-back-into-game.html' title='Getting back into the game'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-4172253407619169345</id><published>2008-08-19T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:02:01.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to see I still have a blog</title><content type='html'>ACH! I'm still pregnant. You haven't seen me because sitting in my chair makes my legs go numb. Seriously, I think first pregnancies are a breeze to help keep the species alive. If I have done this with the first I probably wouldn't have gone through this again. Although, I must be a glutton for punishment because I'm already thinking about the third. LOL Whatever, I feel well enough to at least jump on here and let folks know that I haven't fallen off the earth, I've just taken a sitting break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc gave me some great pointers so I've at least been able to start reading again. On the couch. Not much internet reading going on so all my sites have gone to poo poo land. I promise to be back in the game soon enough just now isn't a good time. I'm seriously thinking about getting an ebook reader. I might go price some today or tomorrow. I've already spent too much time here and my foot hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you have it. HUGS and talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-4172253407619169345?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4172253407619169345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=4172253407619169345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/4172253407619169345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/4172253407619169345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-to-see-i-still-have-blog.html' title='Nice to see I still have a blog'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-9057144428439621562</id><published>2008-05-08T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:47:35.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks and still sick</title><content type='html'>I know I keep signing on to whine about this. And you've probably stopped reading by now. But, that's ok, this blog is more for me than you. Why in the hell can't I get this nausea to go away. It was gone all day today. I did a kick ass job in the kitchen for once. All I had to deal with was some leg pain and a slight headache. I really thought I'd skipped it. I had a twinge of sickness at eight. Then again at nine. But nothing to complain about. Come ten I now want to just die. Seriously, I'm so over this. Twelve weeks and I feel like the time might be shrinking but the feeling is worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're prepping to go campign tomorrow. I seem to feel better when camping. I hope that isn't a lie this time. Nothing seems to work anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-9057144428439621562?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9057144428439621562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=9057144428439621562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/9057144428439621562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/9057144428439621562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-weeks-and-still-sick.html' title='12 weeks and still sick'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-6553232212804767743</id><published>2008-05-06T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:02:09.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sickness? I wish that's all it was!</title><content type='html'>Thursday will make twelve weeks. Twelve. I go from sick at night to sick all stinkin day to just sick at night. And worse I can't even vomit. So I just sit around with a rolling stomach all day long. I'm so tired that I haven't touched the house in weeks. The only time I've felt even somewhat well is when I go for walks, and today that stopped working. With my last pregnancy it wasn't like this. The tiredness sure, but this sick thing lasted all of two weeks. I'm going on like eight now. I really just wish it would go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do some actual work for FB today. Read through an ms they wanted to accept. So I did actually accomplish something. ALthough sitting at the comp makes me feel sick so I can only be here for short bouts. I moved a few things on the dining room table. The one my husband said was part of the room he was going to have totally spotless (Yet another way for him to show me up.). The floor is really clean, but it's all sitting on top of my dining room table now. And he wonders why I never say anything. But, then I was told about how little I've done lately and that I haven't even touched the dining room table. (Insert jaw drop bug eyes here.) That wasn't my job. Oh and I'm tired of hearing... I know your pregnant.... Because if anyone understood how awful I felt, I might hear less of what I'm not accomplishing and get a pat on the back for harboring an alien in my uterus for nine months! Men don't seem to consider the full time job of building a fetus into a human. The energy that takes, the hormones, the food, the exhaustion. Yeah, you guys build a human from nothing more than two microscopic nothings. And do it without the use of your hands or instruments. Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, I'm sure you will find it obvious that I haven't gotten any work done. Therefore I really have nothing to add here other than.... I'll trade my husband in for a normal one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-6553232212804767743?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6553232212804767743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=6553232212804767743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6553232212804767743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6553232212804767743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-sickness-i-wish-thats-all-it.html' title='Morning Sickness? I wish that&apos;s all it was!'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-7124055203911394623</id><published>2008-04-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:17:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahes By: Marissa Chenery</title><content type='html'>Dana's one time friend, Ellie, sends her an ancient scroll from Egypt. Not knowing there would be consequences for doing so, she opens the scroll. Having an Egyptian god come to pass judgment was the last thing she expected. That it's Mahes, the one Egyptian god she is obsessed with, makes it that much more unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahes, the protector of maat, is sent to pass judgment on the mortal woman who has broken universal order by opening the Book of Thoth. He soon finds himself in a difficult position as his attraction for Dana grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of his brother god Nefertem, Mahes and Dana set out to return the book before Dana is tempted to read from it and in doing so condemns herself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/mahes.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-7124055203911394623?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7124055203911394623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=7124055203911394623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/7124055203911394623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/7124055203911394623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/mahes-by-marissa-chenery.html' title='Mahes By: Marissa Chenery'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-2158216170861869168</id><published>2008-04-11T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:15:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempting Adam</title><content type='html'>Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she’s got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he’ll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam’s no hick, though. He’s the owner of Adam’s Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch—and finds Christy on the arm of his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, dirty mechanical bull riding, and the violation of blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/tempting-adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to get out of here?” Adam asked, reaching out to touch her hand. He heard the sharp breath she drew in, and his own pulse jacked up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze met his. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was uneven. She still wanted him. The signs were all there. She broke the contact, averting her gaze and sliding out of the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam gritted his teeth, staring at the sexy curve of her a**. That temptation threshold was crumbling, slowly, but surely. He stood up and followed her out of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stepped outside and the noise dropped to a muted roar. Thank God. Not even for Christy would he go back to that place. If she ever came over the mountains, he’d show her what a real bar was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His earlier idea once again flickered through his head. It was gaining momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you cold?” Adam asked as he unlocked the passenger door to his truck. Christy had her arms folded in front of her chest, and he saw a shiver pass through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A bit. Nothing a little car heat won’t cure,” she answered and climbed into the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam went around to his door, already shrugging out of his flannel shirt. He had a T-shirt underneath and was still hot from being squashed into that hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here, put this on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy caught the flannel with a look of surprise. “You didn’t need to take off your shirt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My mama raised me right, darlin’.” He deliberately inflected an accent as he shut the door to the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed as she slipped her arms into the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It was so big that it almost went to her knees. She looked ridiculous. And sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See, you could easily be a local,” she told him. “You’ve got the flannel shirt and everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought the grunge movement died out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It did, but I’m not sure all of Seattle got the memo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam’s grin widened. “I like your humor, Christy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What else do you like?” she quipped with an impish grin. Her cheeks reddened and she dropped her gaze. “Oh God. Sorry, sometimes it just pops out before I think about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord it was hard to resist her. Especially when she was flirting so adorably. Which should’ve been a problem in itself, Adam reminded himself. She didn’t have the right to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t mind.” Why didn’t he mind? And why wasn’t he starting the truck and driving away from this intimate moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t?” She looked so damn surprised and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Darlin’, sometimes I want you the way I had you on Tuesday.” Sometimes? Hell, all the time. But he was better than that. He was, damn it. He wouldn’t seduce his brother’s girlfriend. Again. “But it just can’t happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Says who?” Christy’s tongue did that sexy swipe over her lips, her eyes bright and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rules.” Adam clenched his fists, the only way he could stop himself from touching her. Get a hold of yourself, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what they say about rules. They’re made to be broken.” She slid across the seat towards him. Her warm body pressed close to his. “I need you to do something for me, Adam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that?” Tresses of her hair tickled his chin and he could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her head and locked her gaze with his. “I need you to trust me when I say that nothing is as it seems.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t exactly what he’d expected her to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What isn’t what it seems, Christy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated and then sighed, shaking her head. “That’s all I can say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord she was making this hard on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you trust me, Adam?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to. Her intensity seemed so sincere, her desperation for him to say yes, puzzling. And God, he wanted her so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your silence speaks for itself.” She started to slide away. “I don’t have the right to ask you to trust me anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of her warmth pressed against him spurred Adam into action. He turned, wrapping his hands around her waist. She seemed surprised, but didn’t protest, as he settled her on his lap. She shifted, leaning back against the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I trust you, Christy.” He rubbed his thumb over her mouth, which parted on a sigh. “I think I’m probably crazy to do so, but for some reason I trust you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/tempting-adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelli Stevens, Greater Seattle RWA President&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughter and a whole lot of spice &lt;br /&gt;Webpage|Blog|My Space|Naughty and Spice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Available, Seattle Steam: Dangerous Grounds, Samhain Publishing&lt;br /&gt;Now Available, Seattle Steam: Tempting Adam, Samhain Publishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-2158216170861869168?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2158216170861869168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=2158216170861869168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/2158216170861869168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/2158216170861869168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/tempting-adam.html' title='Tempting Adam'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-3281201922792169871</id><published>2008-04-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:14:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New from Tawny Taylor</title><content type='html'>New Collection:&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Nocturne by Tawny Taylor $8.99&lt;br /&gt;(vampire menage-a-trois)&lt;br /&gt;Now Available from www.ChangelingPress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One determined entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Two seductive vampires&lt;br /&gt;A brutal murderer…&lt;br /&gt;…and a bar where every vampire knows your name.&lt;br /&gt;Gives new meaning to the expression “Thrilling Nightlife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burke Langton is on the run. Wrongfully accused of murder, he’s just one step ahead of the Excoluni -- the law enforcement arm of the United Magical Nations -- trying to track down the real killer. When the murderer strikes again, this time at Club Carpe Nocturne, Burke learns the owner, Sylvie Durand, is not only his Origo -- his mate -- and she may be the murderer’s next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko Dvorak, a high-ranking officer of the Excoluni, is assigned to bring Burke to justice. But that’s no easy task, for the two share an Origo. Should he be caught protecting Burke from the Excoluni, his career will be over. Sylvie’s determined to convince him to take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together the three must conquer a madman who will stop at nothing to get what he wants, clear Burke’s name, and shatter the chains that bind them to their own private demons before they can achieve the blood-bond they must have to survive.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php...ok&amp;ubid=848&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase Carpe Nocturne before this week's new books release and use the discount code&lt;br /&gt;"Carpe Nocturne" to receive 5% off your entire order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection contains the previously released novellas:&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Nocturne 1: Dressed To Kill,&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me; Kill Me,&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Nocturne 3: If Looks Could Kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tawny Taylor blew me away with this series... I love anything Tawny writes because she has a gift and is able to draw you in to her stories from beginning to the end."&lt;br /&gt;-- Nicole Harvey, ParaNormalRomance (PNR)&lt;br /&gt;"If you haven’t yet read the Carpe Nocturne series, I urge you to do so immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Tara Renee, TwoLips Reviews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-3281201922792169871?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3281201922792169871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=3281201922792169871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/3281201922792169871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/3281201922792169871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-from-tawny-taylor.html' title='New from Tawny Taylor'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-5317419118519452085</id><published>2008-04-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:10:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Pregnant</title><content type='html'>I'm not complaining. A few days ago I thought that the baby had slipped out and I'd flushed it at some point. I stopped having some of the normal symptoms I'd been having. So I took that third pregnancy test, positive. I still wasn't sure, because you can have a miscarriage, take a pregnancy test and it still show positive. Got up the next mornign and I guess God thought he'd make me very well aware that I'm still prego. Sick all stinkin day long, felt like my uterus was goign to fall otu and I laid on the couch all day. I'm still prego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only edited three pages of my ms. And I've decided it's going to EC not HQ. It's not to say it still won't be rejected, I just think it's more their style not HQ's. I had a really wonderful lady look it over for me and I couldn't have been more happy with her comments. This thing might actually have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could get my other CP's to want to get their tales to work, we might be able to motivate each other. We all need to take breaks. That's understandable. But dammit we're slackin! I'm so jealous of those ladies that are rockin and rollin right now with publishing. BAH! Alright over it, I'm really happy for the Diva ladies that are really busy keepin themselves above the water here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE're going camping May 9, so that's really the biggest news I have. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news is, my youngest sister has suffered from Fibromyalgia for many years now. And it was in remission for a while, then it was managable, now it's completely out of control. She went into hospital for a few days for them to run tests and find out why she can't breath well, they found nothing. I haven't heard from her, so I hope she's alright or at least sleeping well. That said, they want her to see a therapist to find out what the underlying cause of her fibro is. It would be really nice to figure it out. I love my sister dearly and hate to see her in this kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend goal is to work on edits. I also have to send out an r from my publisher. Not fun. And I desperatly need to update my sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-5317419118519452085?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5317419118519452085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=5317419118519452085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/5317419118519452085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/5317419118519452085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-still-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m Still Pregnant'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-2920858690533228780</id><published>2008-04-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:12:43.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last month</title><content type='html'>Oh boy where to begin. I wrote a short vamp story. Been editing Mistress. Figured out my slave story and I've been working on that one. But, it's going in the wrong direction already. I have serious issues with people being mad at each other. But, that's ok. I'm workign to get over it. It can only make me a better writer. I had a dream about a phenominal story line. The problem is, I don't write paranormal/fantasy.. whatever shapeshifter thing is. I'm too nice and I tend to leave out details. So I wrote down the pitch and I'm leaving it alone, despite that it's driving me nuts and is dying to be written. I also figured out Club of Hearts and what was holding that up. Thankfully, I will be able to correct this problem as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my big huge gynormous news? I'm pregnant. Yup. Hubby and I are going to have another baby. We're very excited about all of this. Financially it's come at a bad time. However, I really need to quit smoking anyway, so what's a better time than that. I'm feeling ok. Just exhausted. I've also managed to replace my keys and this is the first time in history I have no idea where they might be. I'm extremly hungry most of the day. Because I"ve had the worst heartburn ever, I've given into prilosec. I have no idea if I can take it but I had to do something. I'm waiting to hear from Medicaid. If we can get on medicaid then at least there will be one thing we don't have to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all the update I have. I need to be by here more often to track my writing progress. I've signed in many times, but I haven't had the energy to write anything down. Figure I'd just wait and give the whole news at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading and writing folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-2920858690533228780?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2920858690533228780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=2920858690533228780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/2920858690533228780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/2920858690533228780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-month.html' title='The last month'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-514640570198154564</id><published>2008-02-27T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:38:09.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Leeland has a new book out!</title><content type='html'>I've read this book and it's awesome folks. You should really check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/themaskshewears_150x225.jpg' title='themaskshewears_150x225.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/themaskshewears_150x225.thumbnail.jpg' alt='themaskshewears_150x225.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the BDSM lifestyle, Catherine Lanyard is an extreme submissive with serious baggage. For years, she’s avoided her pain and hidden dark secrets. Now, an experienced Dom has broken through her barriers and forced her to face her fear. Sex was always a give and take for Justin Travers. He’d always kept his “lifestyle” practices separate from real life. But when Catherine blurs that boundary, he must decide what he really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=605&amp;amp;zenid=b511ac8b66d40ed76ab6a51280625bd9"&gt;BUY IT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-514640570198154564?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/514640570198154564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=514640570198154564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/514640570198154564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/514640570198154564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/jennifer-leeland-has-new-book-out.html' title='Jennifer Leeland has a new book out!'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-7038320700537404104</id><published>2008-01-31T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:29:34.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need help with editing? Check out Faith's new series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG height=280 src="http://www.geocities.com/bicknellbrown@sbcglobal.net/faithbicknellbrownart_htawh2.jpg" width=195 align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Coming to Wild Child Publishing.com Tuesday, February 5th!!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is book II of a series that addresses most of what there is to know about writing a tight, exciting story. In Laymen's terms and with a touch of irreverent humor, Ms Bicknell-Brown discusses the writer's muse, unique plots, avoiding stereotypes, character development, the abused comma, excessive adverbs and adjectives, atmosphere, setting, info dumps, the writer's ego, and much more. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Watch for book III which will involve more punctuation tips, sentence structure, character point of view, knowing your genres, etc. &lt;IMG height=150 src="http://www.geocities.com/bicknellbrown@sbcglobal.net/faithbicknellbrown_how_to.jpg" width=100 align=left&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Also, be sure to check out book I which is currently available in the How-To Section at &lt;A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LndpbGRjaGlsZHB1Ymxpc2hpbmcuY29t"&gt;Wild Child Publishing.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-7038320700537404104?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7038320700537404104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=7038320700537404104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/7038320700537404104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/7038320700537404104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/need-help-with-editing-check-out-faiths.html' title='Need help with editing? Check out Faith&apos;s new series.'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-8681266188698308120</id><published>2008-01-19T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:51:41.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been reading</title><content type='html'>Well since I haven't been here, and I haven't been working I must be doing something. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have. I've gotten caught up on some educational reading and maybe just a little fun reading. I just read two books for BDSM REviews that still need to be posted but at least they're read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be on this vegetarian kick so my husband was sweet enough to buy me a vegetarian cookbook, where I can whip up recipes in 15 minutes or less. WE've tried a few and they're pretty good even if they don't seem like they would be at first. If you have a little more time on your hands I highly recommend A Year In A Vegetarian Kitchen by: Jack Bishop, he's an amazing cook. My daughter will even eat some of the recipes... as long as there are no beans or mashed potatoes. LOL I feel better and on the few ocassions that I do eat meat lately I feel bloated and sick. I"ve also been reading a parenting book, it's called P.E.T Parenting Effectiveness Training. It's really helping me understand my little one better and I'm hoping it'll cut down on the yelling in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the worst migraine of my life. I've had them off and on for years, but then they went away when I quit smoking and now I they are back again. It was so bad I couldn't drive. Poor hubby was worried sick, but he was a real trooper to stay with me until I could get into bed. He got my medicine, drove me home and spoke quietly. I hadn't cried like that since I gave birth to my daughter, but even she was concerned last night. I'm feeling a bit better with each passing hour this morning and I know I have to quit smoking or I'll suffer my hormone migrains forever. Which is fine, almost six months of not smoking and I blew it. I need some changes in life and that's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, job is going really well. Even if in the last few weeks I"ve been feelign way too tired to do anything. I know my energy level will come back up and I'll be able to be on the same trek I was before here. My bosses are fantastic, I seriously couldn't ask for a better couple to work for. We're workign on some new promotional tools right now and I'll be getting to work on that soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, won't be around for my usual Saturday nights. MIL took little bit last night, which it turned out I really needed. So it'll be her and I tonight. HOpefully I'll get a few minutes to catch up with some friends before it's time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well. Happy reading and writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-8681266188698308120?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8681266188698308120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=8681266188698308120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/8681266188698308120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/8681266188698308120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-ive-been-reading.html' title='What I&apos;ve been reading'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29138293.post-6824642574988794725</id><published>2008-01-16T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:46:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>While I'm actually waiting on a friend to call, I'm going to post something so everyone doesn't think the world sucked me up whole. It was a pretty rough 2007 and come the end of December I began to sift through and take what I needed from that year and learn from it. I threw out a lot of trash so to speak. Friends I thought were friends but weren't really are now gone. Friends I didn't think were true friends turned out to be all I had left. Starting a job is slowly teaching me to have better time managment with my family. Losing my temper is proving to go no where so I'm looking for other ways to settle differences. I'm slowly but surely letting go of my much harbored control and understand that there are things in life that just have to be left to God. I've managed to start 2008 with some semblence of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up smoking didn't pan out so I'm back to smoking. But, again though, I intend to beat it if it's the last (and it might very well be) thing I do. Sales are going pretty well for the two anthologies that I participated in. I know you might think I'm biased but, I feel like we had a very strong group of authors writing for these books. At some point I'll ask someone to compile all the reviews so I can post them on my websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BDSM REviews, thanks to Elise is going very well. We have a steady stream of books flowing in and I've recently read two of them, that will hopefully be posted by me soon. My MIL is back in town so I'm actually having regular nights off now instead of gathering what few minutes I can as I go along. I don't think I'd make it if it wasn't for her being around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I could be doing better but we're slowly working on this respectful communicating thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I"ve come to terms with the fact that I abhor football. There are few words in the english dictionary that cause me a fit of anger more so than that one. I've never seen anything so lame as a stupid ball come between families more than that one. I've tried every which way I can think of to come to terms with this sport. But now I just have to accept the fact that I hate it, I'll always hate it and it's ok to hate something like this. What's not ok is the fact that I'm going to be put on bloodpressure medicine if I keep getting angry every single time I hear the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere's nothing going on on the writing front and that's ok. Friend called so I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29138293-6824642574988794725?l=submissivevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6824642574988794725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29138293&amp;postID=6824642574988794725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6824642574988794725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29138293/posts/default/6824642574988794725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://submissivevoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Miranda Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801079943798224800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/smgstar619/miranda/m_b551f1cfeaf22ffe7b15f502e5c6af58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
