Meredith's Monday Musings: Mondays

Good Morning Everyone!!

How are y'all doing? I hope that everyone had a fun and safe Fourth of July!!

Today's topic is one that I think everyone can relate to in some way, shape or form...the hatred of Mondays.

From as early as I can remember, everyone I know has always hated Mondays. Back when I was in first grade, my teacher would always grumble about Mondays. I even made her a card once over the weekend to try and cheer her up on the following Monday.

If I were to google Monday memes right now, they would all be a little depressing. For example, there might be a picture of a person or a minion with their head bent down, captioned, "Ugh! It's Monday!"

Personally, I don't understand why people are so against Mondays. For starters, Mondays have done nothing to us. It's not like, every Monday the entire population gets fined 100 dollars for existing. That would be a cause to get cranky. Seriously, Mondays haven't done anything to us to get us to hate the day so much.

Personally, I like Mondays because I look at them as a chance to start a fresh week. Maybe last week didn't go so well and when Monday comes along, I know it's a fresh start and I can aim to make it a better week than the one before. I also like to make up two lists on Mondays. One list is a shopping list, so I know what food to buy for the week, so I can make my meals. The second list is a chore list. I'll add to this list until Wednesday when I finally start to do the chores.

Yes, I know that Mondays are the days that take us back to work and away from the weekend, but I really like my job, so I'm okay with that. I know that not everyone is as lucky me to enjoy their jobs.

Keep this post in mind today, Mondays never did anything bad to you. Instead of looking at Mondays as the end of the weekend, look at Mondays as the beginning of a fresh week.

Have a great rest of the week, guys! :-)

Theme Room Fun Time!! #FrenchKiss #Maddie Taylor

Hey Everyone!


I have Maddie Taylor visiting again with a HOT snippet from her latest book, French Kiss!
Thanks so much for having me on as a guest today, Meredith, and for letting me pimp French Kiss, my newest in my Decadence Nights series. A spin off to my bestselling Club Decadence series, it’s packed with the same kind of intrigue, suspense, romance, hot doms, sassy subs and BDSM club action you’d expect from the original, so I know your readers are going to love it.

In this scene, Mari agrees to go upstairs to a theme room for the first time, having only played in the main club room since joining almost a year ago. Usually she chooses easy doms who she can trust not to test her limits, which are many. She quickly finds Master Arturo is none of those things and is in fact dangerous, to her peace of mind and especially her carefully guarded heart.

He lowered one hand to her mound, keeping up the slow, teasing nipple play with the other. His fingers combed slowly through the neatly trimmed triangle of dark red hair she’d left in front before sliding in between her parted thighs, gliding over the smooth lips that she’d shaved bare in preparation for tonight.
“Mmm, I like this combination, smooth as silk in between yet a little thatch of auburn up top to play with.” He leaned in, grazing his lips along her jaw until he reached her ear. “Let’s me know I’m with a woman.” Two fingers dipped into her slit, running over her achy clit and further back, seeking her drenched opening.
“Mon dieu, Mari, you’re hot, snug, and very, very wet.” He emphasized each descriptive word with a slow, sensuous glide in and out. It was unnecessary for him to describe her pussy’s drenched state, as her slickness was audible with each unhurried penetration.
Holding onto her composure this long hadn’t been easy. Now, it was next to impossible, especially when he sank his fingers in all the way up to the third knuckle, his thumb sweeping out to press against her clit as he did so. She swayed on legs that suddenly had the consistency of rubber, and as she thrust her hips forward seeking more, she lost her balance and had to use his wide chest for support.
He withdrew much too soon for her, eliciting a disappointed whimper. Strong hands gripped her waist and stood her upright. Next, his mouth lowered and claimed hers in another smoldering kiss.
“On the bed. I want you on your knees, hands behind your back, while I finish preparing. In fact, close your eyes as you wait, and visualize all of the wicked things I’m about to do to you.”
Silence followed, and as if by his command, her imagination ran wild. At a sharp pang on her lower lip, she blinked. He’d bitten her, no more than a little nip, his tongue quickly soothing the sting away, nonetheless, it had startled her out of her sinful thoughts. Meeting his gaze that was still very near, she frowned in confusion.
“Marilee, how do you answer your dom when he gives you a directive?”
“Oh.” She’d forgotten again, which wasn’t like her, as well trained as she’d been. It had to be Arturo; he drove protocol clear out of her head.
“Yes, oh. You have been quite remiss since you walked in the room. Something we have to address toute de suite, non?”
In a quarter turn, he positioned her, bending her forward with a firm hand at the back of her neck, then his broad palm connected rapidly with her bare backside. Fast, staccato smacks, alternating first left then right, fell with commanding efficiency.
Swiftly, she provided the requisite reply. “Yes, sir. I’m dreadfully sorry.”
At least a dozen more scorching swats landed before he stopped and pulled her upright to face him once again.
“You’re out of practice.” One hand curved around her heated behind as the fingers of the other returned to her breast. He gave her cheek a hard squeeze, which coincided with a delicious pinch and roll of her nipple. “My lash will help it all come back to you, should you err again.”
The twin sensations, along with the thought of his lash or perhaps even his leather belt crisply striking her skin, excited her more than she wanted to show, but she failed in suppressing her groan, so her “Yes, sir” this time was nearly incoherent.
“Tsk tsk,” he chided with a grin. “Threats of a strapping make you moan in anticipation. It appears I’ll have to come up with a less appealing and more creative brand of punishment, won’t I?”
“Your lash will be sufficiently dire, I’m sure, sir.”
“Doubtful.” He chuckled. “Up on the bed with you now.”

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French Kiss Blurb:
At thirty-eight, Marilee Hoffman finds herself a widow with an empty nest and an empty heart. She is lost, floating aimlessly through life as her family and friends, even the boutique that bears her name, move on without her. After losing her husband and master of eighteen years, Mari has vowed never to open her heart to the pain of that kind of loss again. But she is still young and has needs that only a dominant can fulfill. She searches for what she craves at a distant BDSM club, but as her limits are tested, she refuses to submit fully and leaves unsatisfied time and again, suppressing the submissive and the inner masochist that she truly is.

MI6 Agent, Arturo Durand, is assigned to stop the leak of weapons technology that is being turned on his fellow agents with lethal force. His mission leads him to south Texas, where he calls upon Tony Rossi, an old friend and colleague, and his security team for assistance. The sadist in him is pleasantly surprised to receive a guest membership at Club Decadence, the BDSM club that Tony and his partners run. Arturo finds it is the perfect place to unwind and fulfill his needs while the investigation drags on.

One night, when Mari's easy, non-threatening dom is called away, she is paired with Master Arturo for a scene. Having seen him wield his whip masterfully, she knows on sight, he is dangerous to her vow to keep her heart uninvolved. There is an instant spark and as the weeks go on, Arturo breaks through the barriers Mari has erected around her wounded heart. When new leads in the investigation implicate a terrorist group and Mari's dead husband, Arturo is also shocked to find that his new submissive has become his prime suspect. Can he fulfill his commitment to the crown while protecting Mari and proving her innocence? And when his identity is revealed and she is hurt, thinking he has played her from the beginning, can he convince her that she was more than just a mission and somehow keep her as his own?


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Thanks for stopping over, Maddie!

Have a great day everyone!!

Meredith's Monday Musing: Background Noise, While Writing!

Hello Everyone!

Happy Fourth of July!! What are y'all doing today to celebrate? I'm going to sleep in, write a bunch, since it's my day off, and then watch the fireworks in the night sky, as I eat a juicy piece of watermelon. Yum!!

My topic for today is about background noise, while writing.

Each author will tell you something different when it comes to this topic. Some authors need it to be completely silent while they write, others can write in a crowded train station. Personally, I don't know how an author could do that. If I were in a crowded train station, I would want to people watch and look at the architecture of the station.

For me personally, when I write, I don't mind a little background noise. Amazon Prime has this cool feature where a viewer can minimize the screen, so it's a little square. I'll generally put a show on that I've seen before like Seinfeld, SpongeBob SquarePants, etc and have that as background noise as I write my first draft.

If I get to a really emotional scene, I'll generally pause the show so I can focus. Otherwise, I enjoy some background noise. It keeps me focused and when I need a break, I can glance up at the little box in the corner of my screen and watch a few minutes of the program and then get back to writing.

When it comes to editing, I need it to be silent. Obviously, I'm re-reading my story and I need to focus, so I can catch any plot holes or repetitive words.

What do you guys think? If you're an author or a reader, can you stand background noise when you write and/or read?

I hope that everyone has a safe and happy holiday!

Meredith's Monday Musings: Manual Coloring Vs. Digital Coloring

Hi Everyone!

How are y'all doing today? It's Monday again! :-)

The topic for today is manual coloring vs digital coloring.

To clarify, I define manual coloring as the "old-fashion" coloring. Where a person is physically holding a crayon, marker, etc and coloring in a coloring book. Digital coloring, I define as, getting an app on your iPad, smartphone, etc and coloring with your finger or stylus.

I think everyone and their mother has noticed that coloring has become quite the trend. I can understand why. It's very relaxing being able to color. You don't have to focus on anything, you can let your worries fade away, and there's no pressure to make your picture perfect. For example, if I wanted to color a picture with purple grass, instead of green grass, that'd be okay.

With this trend becoming more and more popular, of course in our technological age, several apps popped up to color on your iPad or smart phone. Being the curious gal I am, I decided to check it out. I didn't know this digital coloring could have been better than the manual coloring I'd been doing my entire life.

I tried it out and I have to say, I don't like it all. When you color on your iPad or smart phone, you only have a limited number of colors to chose from and then you just click on the section of the coloring page, you want to be the color you chose.

I didn't like that at all because for me, what relaxes me so much when I color is the repetitive motion of getting to move my hand back and forth. Clicking on a section once to have it colored in entirely, takes away that relaxation.

Additionally, all of the coloring pages that come with these coloring apps have SOOO many lines with them. I don't like that at all. I enjoy having big open spaces to color, not constantly worrying if I'm staying in my lines or not. So yes, the coloring book that I have at home is one for young children because that's the only coloring book I could find that had pretty pictures with big open spaces for me to color.

That's all for now. I hope that everyone has a fantastic week!

"Because that’s what I want to do, bella. I want to make your pussy mine." April Vine is visting with a HOT excerpt!

Hi Everyone!

Today, I have April Vine over on my blog to discuss her new book, The Billionaire's Bride! She brought over one heck of a hot snippet to share!

“Tell me, kitten.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me.”

“And why do you pretend to be sexually active… when you’re still a virgin.”

Without her promiscuous continuous drink-binging reputation, she was nothing but an empty shell feebly guiding a very scared person. And she’d rather he not saw the pathetic side of her.

“You don’t know anything about me, Domenico,” she said with quiet calm.

“I know you’re still a virgin. And your sexual experience comes from those romance novels you’re always reading.”

Balancing on the elbow of one of his arms, he used his other hand to grip his cock. He laid the entire length against her. She sank into the mattress, her body melted, boneless, mindless.

“I know because if I were to… if I were to sink into you, I’d have to stretch you first, to make me fit inside you. And if I went deeper, I’d bet all my money, you’d bleed. For me, gattino.”

He guided his cock up and down her pussy. She was so wet, so turned on, her liquid clung to the skin of his erection. She arched her back and he brushed her clit, sending her out of her body and into his. 

 He did it again, this time parting her folds, feeling exactly how hot and wet she was.

“Madre di Dio,” he rasped. “Because that’s what I want to do, bella. I want to make your pussy mine. I want to slide in and watch as you accept me inside your body. And I want to go that deep inside you, and deeper, until I have marked you as mine. Forever.”

The Billlionaire's Bride Blurb

Twenty-three-year-old heiress Kassandra Elliot is used to doing as she pleases, so it comes as quite a surprise when handsome billionaire Domenico Bellini confronts her at a nightclub and tells her he is taking her home at her father’s request, whether she likes it or not. When she resists, Domenico tosses her over his shoulder, spanks her, and then makes it clear that she can either behave herself and listen to what he has to say or face more humiliating consequences.

Once he has her attention, Domenico informs Kassandra that their great-grandfathers signed a pact which requires him to wed her as a condition of their families keeping their inheritances. Though she is shocked by the idea of marrying a man she barely knows, Kassandra cannot bear the thought of letting her family down and she hesitantly agrees to the arrangement.

Domenico knows that his beautiful, feisty young wife needs to be taken in hand, but a tragedy earlier in his life makes him reluctant to show her the full extent of his dominance. Before long, however, he finds himself unable to resist the desire to strip her bare, spank her hard, and claim her thoroughly. Their passion is soon burning hotter with each passing day, but when they learn the dark secrets of each other’s pasts will that knowledge bind them together or tear them apart? 

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Meredith's Monday Musings: Morning Writing Vs. Evening Writing

Hi Everyone!!

Man, I can't believe that it's Monday already! It feels like it was yesterday when I was attempting to fix up my blog. I still need to work on that. Seriously, I think doing a complicated math problem would be easier than fixing my blog up.

Anywho, today's topic is all about morning writing vs. evening writing. With all of the writing that I've been doing this summer, I've discovered that I am a morning writer. After waking up, eating breakfast, I can sit down and pump out 4,000 words easy. I consider that a pretty good writing day.

When I would try to save my writing for nighttime, I would hardly get anything done. I would be tired and get easily distracted. I would rather watch Netflix or talk to my friends. So, I'd end up getting like 500 words written, if that.

For me, writing in the morning is easier than writing at nighttime because I'm not tired and I haven't gone through the day, so I have nothing to talk about or think about, beside writing.

Now that I know this, I will for sure, schedule my writing time in the mornings, so I can get as much writing done as possible. Hopefully, this will lead to me publishing a couple more books in a year, but who knows?

I hope that all authors discover when their best writing time is. I've been an author for almost two years, and it has taken me this long to finally figure out when the best time for me to write is.

If authors do know when the best time for them to write is, I wonder if more authors write better in the mornings or in the evenings. It's different for everyone. Some might enjoy writing at nighttime, as a way to forget about the stresses of the day. Some might be able to write whenever they wish. Each person is different and there's no right way.

That's all for now! I hope that everyone has a great week!!