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Fashion Maven of the Future Update Feb. 17, 2017
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Boob Tube Transformations #MFRWauthor
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Hand a Child a Snack or Teach Him to Forage and He Will Feed Himself #MFRWauthor

Fashion Maven of the Future Update Feb. 17, 2017

Darlings,

The Michael Kors Collection Fall 2017 Ready to Wear Show was A-may-zing! I’ve added my favorites to the following boards:

Dresses, Skirts, Skirt Suits
A female musketeer anyone?!?

Outerwear
Wild for this coat!

Pants & Shorts Outfits
Two pins. One with a faux fur coat and the other just looks so comfortable and elegantly understated.

You can read all about the show at Vogue or visit The Impression for more stunning photos.

Until Next Time

Fashion Maven of the Future

Boob Tube Transformations #MFRWauthor

When I was a kid, television became known as the boob tube, allowing little brothers to sidle up to older siblings and, with a salacious gleam in their eyes, say, “Watchin’ the boob tube again, huh?” The first definition Merriam Webster gives to the word boob is a stupid awkward person. You don’t get the definition, a sometimes-vulgar term used for breast, until the fourth entry.

For years, I was a devoted boob tuber, soap operas in college and prime time when my kids were young. Then I found the Internet and my viewing time dropped dramatically. Friday nights on the Sci-Fi channel were sacrosanct. Stargate SG-1 made me a true believer in wormhole technology.

But television wanted more of my time. We upgraded to DVR after a coast-to-coast move. Suddenly it was possible to watch on my schedule, so I happily programmed my machine to save series I would never have watched before. This is where stupid, awkward person comes into play. Perhaps the phrase anti-social, couch-potato is a better fit to what I began to resemble.

I didn’t save myself. Dr. K did by whittling away television expenditures from our budget, finally eliminating cable completely. Now I read of an evening. And I don’t miss TV.

I wasn’t sure I’d have anything to write about bingeing on television when the topic came up this week. What television I watch is now done from the seat of my indoor bike on my iPad. Amazon Prime with a Starz add-on for Outlander is all I need. And then last night, Dr. K suggested we take back up a Starz exclusive program we’d left after season 2 episode 7. We binge watched three episodes to finish season 2, stopping because it was midnight.

The show? Black Sails. Television has come a long way. This pirate adventure is rated TV-MA, which it deserves for the full frontal female nudity, full backside male nudity, and lots of sex and violence. That was the first several episodes. Then my favorite male character, the vicious pirate Charles Vane, digs himself out of a shallow grave to strike down his would-be killer. Nude except for the sand and dirt clinging to him, we get a full frontal shot of him for a brief second or two. For me television had turned from the boob tube into (yes, I’m going to say it) the cock tube. (Which in a way is redundant or a pun or something.) Apparently, male frontal nudity had been going on for years. I just hadn’t encountered it.

But as with erotic romance, the explicit should always be in service to the story. That’s the position I take on erotic content in my own books. Sex is a part of my characters’ lives, and I don’t shy away from it.

Some of what I write can make people uncomfortable if they’ve never confronted some of the sexual practices in which my characters engage. A sadist does things that can make the average person cringe while simultaneously engaging their curiosity. If you’ve never heard of a parachute collar, you’ll discover its purpose in Maon: Marshal of Tallav. That scene, while brutal for male readers, reveals an important element of Maon’s personality.

I invite you to read both books in Sons of Tallav series. Both Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav are full-bore erotic romances where the story is enhanced not subjugated by the explicit content.

Hand a Child a Snack or Teach Him to Forage and He Will Feed Himself #MFRWauthor

Children should be taught the fine art of foraging. Many mothers make the mistake of managing their children’s diet. One simple step will keep hungry youngsters from raiding the cookie jar rather than eating a bowl of some gosh awful whole-grain cereal when their mother ignores cries that they’re starving. Do not buy cookies. Buy only healthy food. Yes, the tasty bits will be devoured first. I’m thinking cheese sticks, but when they run out, the remaining food will be eaten. Even shredded whole grain biscuits get eaten eventually. When a child would approach me while I was deep in the throes of writing to inform me that emaciation was starting to set in from his lack of food intake, I could always say find something.

Lest you form an image in your mind that my children resembled refugees, never fear. They are all happy, healthy adults now. My time spent writing when they were little (or not so little teens) was limited, but when I couldn’t pull myself away from a project, the ability to forage kept my kids fed if not truly satisfied.

While satisfaction was never guaranteed with my kids snack selections, it is for the books in my Sons of Tallav series. The series is stocked with yummy alpha males and strong passionate women, and heavily ladled with hot sexy loving. Delish.

I invite you to read one of my novels, Shane: Marshal of Tallav or Maon: Marshal of Tallav and immerse yourself in romance.

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