Turn Old Clothes into Sexy Turn-ons

Alright we all have that old gown, old shirt or a skirt that we just don’t like. Before you give them away to Goodwill or throw them away. Let me suggest a different alternative. Why not put a rip in a strategic spot and tempt your lover to tear the item off you.

I know it might be a cave man idea, but it can add spice to your next dull evening.

Have a wonderful week full of fun-loving sex.

Anita

Remember not to take Your Lover for Granted

Just like when we were little kids if you hear your mother say clean up your room a thousand times you begin not to pay attention to the chatter.

In a way the same things happens in a relationship. Every morning before walking out the door, you lover says I love you.

You're in a rush to get on your shoes so you repeat the phrase and the words have little importance.

Luckily, I have a wonderful guy who usually stops my headlong flight into closet by grabbing my arm and repeating the words with a quick kiss.

That extra little move helps me remember how truly wonderful he is.

So if your feeling as if you've been taking your lover for granted do something special for him, like pausing for a second to give him a special wink or a light caress.

Just let him know you care.

And if you are feeling like he's taking you for granted. Make him pause for a moment by saying something other than I love you.

"I want to jump your bones," might work and you'll find out if he/her is listening.

Have a great day, full of fun, love and sex.

Anita Philmar
www.anitaphilmar

Audrey Hepburn - Record on Film

Films -

Always (1989)
Love Among Thieves (1987)
They All Laughed (1981)
Bloodline (1979)
Robin and Marian (1976)
Wait Until Dark (1967)
Two for the Road (1967)
How to Steal a Million (1966)
My Fair Lady (1964)
Paris - When It Sizzles (1964)
Charade (1963)
The Children's Hour (1961)
Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)
The Unforgiven (1960)
The Nun's Story (1959)
Green Mansions (1959)
Love in the Afternoon (1957)
"Producers' Showcase" - Mayerling (1957)
Funny Face (1957)
War and Peace (1956)
Sabrina (1954)
Roman Holiday (1953)
"CBS Television Workshop" - Rainy Day in Paradise Junction (1952)
The Secret People (1952)
Nous irons à Monte Carlo (1952)
Young Wives' Tale (1951)
The Lavender Hill Mob (1951)
Laughter in Paradise (1951)
One Wild Oat (1951)
Monte Carlo Baby (1951)

Oscar Awards

She won the Best Actress Oscar for Roman Holiday (1953) and was nominated for Oscars four other times:

Sabrina (1954) The Nun's Story (1959) Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) Wait Until Dark (1967).

Information comes from
http://www.picsearch.com/

My favorite are Sabrina, My Fair Lady, and Gigi, which isn't listed.

Have a fun-filled day,

Anita

A Lady of Grace

After her acting career. Audrey took on the role of Goodwill Ambassador to UNICEF.

UNRRA, a forerunner of UNICEF saved her life at the end of World War II. Taught to put others before herself, she began to travel the world to see firsthand the damage done by drought, famine, and the cruelty of humanity. She was also credited with bringing the world's attention to the tragedy of Somalia, and she added a new dimension to the role of Goodwill Ambassador.

On one trip she developed stomach pains. After returning home, she went to her doctor to find she'd developed colon cancer. She underwent surgery but the cancer spread none the less.

On January 20, 1993, Audrey passed peacefully in her sleep, but she left us all some wonderful films to remember her by.

Information gain from:

http://www.fabaudrey.com/english/english_biography.html

Hotwired due out 4/6

Sorry guys, I guess I got my wires crossed - I'm not sure of the release date. Will let you know when I know.

Anita.


Hotwired
Anita Philmar


Hotwired for each other...

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

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or at amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

That Little Something

He has it in his pocket.

Set on vibrate, a cell phone can be a gentle reminder it's time to have fun.

And you can set it off when you want.

Love on demand. What more could you ask for?

Have fun,

Anita

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Kathy Reinhart

Kathy Reinhart, author of Lily White Lies

Blurb:

Meg Embry has finally faced up to the fact that the shine has worn off her engagement ring, her family members are the equivalent of comfortable strangers and her dreams are running faster than she is. Change is imminent, but where does she begin?

With the support of her two closest friends, one who’ll make her laugh and one who’ll let her cry, Meg faces life head on and learns that sometimes, love, family and betrayal are bound together by lily white lies.

Excerpt:

I bit down on my lip as the door handle slowly turned. The door opened and a big-bosomed woman in a simple gray dress squealed with delight. “Connor, my boy. Come here and give me a hug. Why do you wait so long between visits?”

Con wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, giving her what she requested. Turning to me, he said, “Meg, this is Ivory…” the affection in his eyes was apparent as he continued, “She’s been like a second mother to me and the only person—other than my grandmother—who could put up with Joker for any length of time.”

Ivory let out a belly laugh. “The ornery one. Yes, well, he’s an acquired taste.” She extended her hand. “Ivory Steck, I’m the housekeeper here, and you are?”

Taking her hand, I replied, “Meg. Meg Embry.”

“Embry?” Turning her attention to Con, she asked, “Is your grandfather expecting you… better yet, is your grandfather expecting her?”

Offering a mischievous smile, Con answered, “I thought we’d surprise him.”

Ivory shook her head and motioned us in. “Oh, you will. The man’s over seventy-years-old, you may just be dishing up his last surprise.”

I found her remark disturbing and turned to Con for reassurance. He smiled and shook his head at Ivory.

“Mom used to say there wasn’t enough arsenic in the world to kill him off so I wouldn’t worry about this fazing him.”

Ivory let out another full belly laugh causing her large chest to vibrate, and then led us from the foyer, down a long hall.

The house was enormous with pressed tin ceilings that had to be at least twelve feet high, an open staircase that was a solid sex feet wide and plank flooring covered with enough lacquer to reflect the light that streamed through the floor to ceiling windows. Carved in intricate detail, the woodwork was commonplace in a house built over a century ago. Antique furniture filled every corner of every room and framed artwork hung on the walls.

The hallway ended at a set of French doors, the glass panes covered by white lace curtains. Ivory stopped I n front of the doors, turned toward us, and said, “Good luck,” as she knocked twice.

I heard, “What is it?” barked out from behind the door.

Ivory appeared unaffected by his rudeness. “Your grandson is here to visit. Shall I send him in?”

“Grandson? It’s been so damn long since I’ve seen the boy; I almost forgot I had one. Yeah, get him on in here.”

Ivory opened the door, offering a sympathetic smile.

Con patted her arm and whispered, “Don’t worry Ivory. I’ll get her out before he hurts her.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. What had I gotten myself in to? I looked up in time to catch Con wink at Ivory and let out the breath I’d been holding.

About the author:

Kathy Reinhart, restauranteur turned author of 3 novels, including the award-winning ‘Lily White Lies’ lives in southern Pennsylvania where aside from writing, she enjoys interacting with other authors on her blog ‘Ink Drop Interviews’, cooking, horses, travel, but most of all, spending time with her granddaughters, Joonie & the Little One.

Lily White Lies on Amazon- Kindle or Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Lily-White-Lies-ebook/dp/B005C478SG/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1328721969&sr=8-1

Ink Drop Interviews: www.inkdropinterviews.com

Website: www.kathyreinhart.com

Buy Something Sexy

A short skirt, a sheer gown, a sexy teddy, it doesn’t matter what you get. If it makes you feel sexy it will spark interest in having a little fun. Or will draw attention to the idea of having a little fun.

Either way, it can add a little excitement to your day.


Anita Philmar

Something about a Man in a Hat

Sexy Comments & Profile Graphics



What article of clothing turns you on?

A suit, a hat, a pair of heels, doesn't matter what it is. Just play an adult game of dress up.

Put it on and let your lover take it off.

As Burt Reynolds said in Smoky and the Bandit, "I only take my hat off for one thing."

Now, how could you pass up an offer like that.

Have fun,

Anita

A Wild Egg-cerpt from Liza James -- First Posted 3/08

Post for the Eggcerpt Exchange don't go away. I have a number in my past post.



Title: Game On
Author: Liza James
Price: $1.50
at The Wild Rose Press
http://thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php


Title: Game On

Egg-cerpt: (rated-R for the F-bomb)

With a deep chuckle, Jeff dropped his wrench and grasped her hips. "Hey, baby, now I'm not complaining. You're easily the sexy woman I know. But I like Shane and would never fuck around with his woman behind his back."

"Then how about in full view of him?" Shane asked as he stepped into the bathroom.

Jeff eyed Bree and then Shane. "You guys are shitting me, right?"

In response, Bree braced her hands on Jeff's pecs and gyrated on his lap. He was rock hard within seconds. She let out a delighted laugh. "Hey, if my man wants to watch me go down on our handsome neighbor, who am I to complain?"

Jeff continued to eye both of them, indecision etching the corners of his eyes. That he wanted to join them was obvious considering the flagpole she was sitting on. He slowly slid his hands up until his thumbs rested just beneath her breasts. "You sure about this?" His question was directed at Shane.

Shane set the bottles down and move up behind her. He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head, then undid her bra and tossed both aside. "Damn sure." Shane tilted her head back and kissed her while Jeff reached up and cupped her breasts. "What about you, baby? If you aren't a hundred percent comfortable with this, we can forget it, head downstairs and watch the game."

Bree reached up and wrapped her arms around Shane's neck as Jeff used his thumbs to trace circles over nipples. She licked her lips and arched her back, more turned on than she'd been in...hell, maybe ever. Her pussy dripped with excitement, her mouth watered in eager anticipation. "I love you," she mouthed to her husband. He gave her one last kiss, then got up and stepped back.

Let the games begin.

Game On by Liza James

Email: donnakowal@gmail.com
Websites: www.lizajamesauthor. com
www.donnamarierogers.com
Myspace: www.myspace.com/lizajamesauthor

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Lizzie Starr

Egg-cerpt

Keltic Flight

Double Keltic Triad: Book Three

To the Faerie Gentry of the Otherworld, the fairy wee folk are but a myth and legend. Until the fairy Korin falls in love with a hal-Gentry maid. Foced to bargain with an evil king to woo her, he risks discovery, and his life, to fulfill the conditions. Book Three of the Double Keltic Triad

Korin Goodfellow loves the Gentry maid, Nanceen. In order to woo her, Korin bargains with his evil king, who sets seemingly impossible tasks. The first? She must believe in him.

But the folk of Faerie, the Gentry, don't believe in the odd assortment of beings who make up the wee folk. And definitely not in fairies.

Nanceen doesn't know what she believes. Until Korin calls to her, then makes his way into her world, becoming a wingless man she can see, touch, believe in.

But will the rat king's conditions drive a wedge between them, or force Korin to confrontation, to battle, into risking his life for love?

Excerpt: 

Korin lay back. The leaf dipped with his movement as he reached to one side and snatched at the length of a nearby blade of grass. He tugged until a bit broke off, stuck the end in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. Floating high above him, clouds filled the clear sky. Their flat, gray color matched his mood. He sighed and turned to his side, propped his head on one hand and stretched his wings.

As much as he hated to admit it, the first of his king’s conditions would perhaps be the hardest to meet. It was the only clear requirement listed on the parchment. She must believe in him.

Korin tossed the shredded stem away. There had been a time long ago, even to the fairy, when both humans and the gentry readily believed in the smallest of the sidhe. Even after the human’s religious beliefs forced the gentry underground, then to the Otherworld, the diminutive fairy were honored, or at least remembered, with sweet honey cakes and fresh milk. Korin smacked his lips. It had been a long time since he’d tasted the creamy white ambrosia of milk.

Until humans began to blame the wee folk for their troubles. When aided by the priests, their beliefs in fairies disappeared. But how had the breach with the gentry occurred? Even the legends skirted the issue. There was no history to help him, and Korin was unsure how to proceed. Without Nanceen’s belief in him, fulfilling any of the other conditions would be useless.

Useless. That’s what he was. The niggling doubt became a surety. Somehow, the Fir Dhaerrig had manipulated him. But at what cost?

Korin flopped to his back, wincing as he folded an edge of one wing under him. He adjusted his position and covered his eyes with one forearm. There had to be a way to make Nanceen--no, he could not make her do anything. He would find a way to convince her of his reality. And the existence of his people. One word flashed through his mind. Over and over until the rapid flashes burned behind his closed eyelids. How?

A shadow covered him, cooling his skin. Cautious, he lifted his arm from his eyes and opened them. A face loomed over him. Startled, he scrambled to a sitting position and scooted back until he pressed against the plant stem.

“Hi, bu’fly man.”

The child’s whisper sent waves of relief over him. Occasionally there were children who saw fairies, until adults taught the belief out of them. Sadness followed the relief. If children could only retain their beliefs, perhaps the breach between races would be healed. And he wouldn’t be fighting to claim love from one of the gentry.

A chubby finger moved closer and he held still. Gently, the child touched the tip of one wing and giggled. “Pretty.”

“I thank you, child. How are you called?” At the confusion in her dark brown eyes, Korin asked, 

“What is your name?”

The rosebud mouth formed a silent ‘oh’. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She giggled again. The clear sound filled Korin with a strange hope. “Who’re you?”

“I am Korin, young mistress.” He rose, bowed deeply, then spread his wings to their fullest.

“Bu’fly man. Kor’n.”

Korin winced at the childish lisping of his name, but cast a brilliant smile to the engaging girl. “Kor-in, young mistress. Are you able to say Kor-in?”

“Kor’n.” Dark brows drew together as she concentrated in forming her mouth around the syllables of his name. “Kor-in.”

A deep chuckle rose from Korin. “You may call me bu’fly man if you wish.” 

art nouveau male fairy brooch by Sliver b3

Visit *lizzie's blog at starrwords

Find out more about Keltic Flight and the tales of the Double Keltic Triad:

Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords

  

Needing a Little Inspiration

Sorry but I'm not celebrating today the change in time.
 Later--maybe.
But not at this moment.



Anita
 www.anitaphilmar.com

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Rachel

Coming Back

Kelly Hampton loved once...and lost. After two years of looking for Sean MacKenzie in other men--and failing miserably--she takes a vow of celibacy. No sex until she finds love. Then Sean strolls back into her bar, reigniting old flames. No one has come close to understanding or satisfying her like he did. Her body burns for the passion they once shared, but her heart still remembers the pain.

Sean escaped Jessop Hill and his father's fists in the middle of the night without a word--even to his love, Kelly--to protect his battered mother, but he never forgot the explosively erotic relationship he left behind. Now his father is dead and Sean is back for the only woman he's ever wanted. Their reunion is full of fire – but can sexual attraction and noble intentions overcome years of heartache or will Kelly walk away to protect her heart this time.

Excerpt -

This isn’t sex. This isn’t sex. The words whirled in her head, a pathetic justification. They were little more than a desperate defense against the inevitable failing of the vow she’d made less than two hours before. Sex would mean she failed, this was just a kiss. She moaned. A kiss so rough, so needful, so erotic…

She gripped his thick, muscular biceps through his jacket and her pussy throbbed its appreciation. She couldn’t help wondering what line of work he was in now – Sean would never be caught pushing paper that was for sure. Her arousal hitched up a notch as her clit ached with need and her nipples tightened. She wanted him so badly. Her tongue eagerly sought his as a million and one images of him as a grease-smeared welder or greasy mechanic assaulted her mind’s eye. Yum

She pulled him closer and in response, he thrust his hard beefy thigh between her legs and against her aching pussy. She leaned into it, desperate to feel the pressure against her clit. Inching away from his lips to catch her breath, Kelly kept her eyes closed and tipped her head back. She felt the power of his stare through her closed lids but didn’t open them. Not yet. His teeth nipped at the exposed, sensitized skin of her neck, trialed lower to her collar bone, pushing aside her T-shirt to nibble at her shoulder.

She wanted him right then. She wanted him to want her. Need her. Touch her. His hand drew down her arm, gently whispered over the curve of her breast. She opened her eyes to the dusty yet beautiful chandelier above her. The situation was as unusual as it was erotic. She wanted to bite him, eat him…swallow him whole.

Buy Link:
http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=86&products_id=837

Thanks Rachel for stopping by,

Anita

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Zrinka Jelic

Thank you for having me here today as your Egg-cerpt exchanger. My debut novel “Bonded by Crimson” has been released on January 28^th, and it is available in all formats at Black Opal Books, Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble

AUTHOR’S BIO

Zrinka Jelic lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two children. A member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter Fantasy Futuristic &Paranormal, as well as Savvy Authors, she writes contemporary fiction—which leans toward the paranormal—and adds a pinch of history. Her characters come from all walks of life, and although she prefers red, romance comes in many colors. Given Jelic’s love for her native Croatia and the Adriatic Sea, her characters usually find themselves dealing with a fair amount of sunshine, but that’s about the only break they get. “Alas,” Jelic says, with a grin. “Some rain must fall in everyone’s life.”

BLURB

Love isn’t in the cards for her…

After her short failed marriage, Kate tries to rebuild her life and takes a position as a nanny to three small boys. She quickly grows to love them, but their father, terrifies her, while igniting a passion she didn’t know she possessed. Disturbed by his distant manner with his sons, Kate struggles to make him more involved in the boys’ daily lives. Her efforts are mysteriously supported by an entity that cannot really exist. Or can she? And if she does exist, is she really trying to help Kate, or just take over her body?

But when he deals the hand, all bets are off…

Six years after his beloved wife passed away, Matthias is still trying to become the father she wanted him to be. Not an easy task for a three-centuries-old immortal. His search for the ultimate nanny ends when Kate Rokov stumbles to his home and into his arms. The immediate attraction he feels for her seems like a betrayal of his dead wife, a love he’s harboured for over three hundred years. But when Kate is stalked by a deadly stranger, life he clung to in the past begins to crumble and break down. Can Matthias learn to trust and to love again in time to save his family from disaster, or will his stubborn pride destroy everything worth living for?

EXCERPT

He claimed to be immortal, but that was ridiculous...wasn’t it?

Kate’s heart hammered. The experience seemed so real. A low moan escaped her and she bit her lip. Soon warmth surged through her, causing her body to go limp. Her legs gave way underneath her, but Matthias—or whoever this man claimed to be now—wrapped his arm around her waist. His sweet, musky scent clung to her. Ecstasy filled her and she felt as if she hovered in the air. If he intended to kill her like this, she could imagine no better way to die. A voice echoed through her mind, speaking of undying love in centuries old Croatian.

“Wake up,” he whispered close to her ear, his strong arms still locked around her.

“I don’t want to.” Her head wobbled, exuberant with sheer happiness, a kind she had never experienced before.

“You must.” He stroked her hair with tender fingers. “Wake up now.”

“No. I want to stay like this. Forever.” She focused on his handsome face staring at her through her haze.

His smooth cheek brushed against hers. “Me too, but you must wake.”

The fog lifted and his image appeared, clearly now. She blinked once. Twice. What had happened? She pushed away from him and flattened her back against the wall.

“You, you—”

“You,” he said, pointing at her, “asked for proof.”

 Find Zrinka at

Contact me @: www.bondedbycrimson.blogspot.com

http://zrinkajelicromanceauthor.wordpress.com/

Fight – know when not too.

If you’re tired, hungry, or in a stressful situation, this might not be the best time to engage in a argument with your lover. Realizing you’re not at your best can help you refrain from saying something mean or ugly .

You can still address the issue, just know that it might be better to wait a while before confronting the issue head on.

Anita

Realistic Expectations

No marriage can be the end all, be all of your life.

Be honest, she's never going to like to fish.
He'll never enjoy quilting, or care which pattern you're using.

You have different interest, and by allowing each other to explore those differences you have more to talk about and grow as individuals. It's not a bad thing.

So enjoy the time away from each other to pamper yourself. Then when you get back together you can truly appreciate the wonderful person your married.

Have a wonderful fun-loving weekend full of joy and happiness.

Good sex will help.

Anita

Spring into Spring

It's time to start something new.

A new attitude, a new relationship, a new plan for making life the best it can be for you.

Talk to your lover and see how you can add some new spice to your love life.

Shed the cloak of old habits and play in sun of your love.

Anita

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Kellie Kamryn

Pleasure Island - 3 roses heat rating

 Blurb:

Chelsea Hunter didn't come to the resort looking for sex. Jake Davis intends to change her mind. Will they be able to turn up the heat, or will their visit to Pleasure Island leave them cold?

After finalizing her divorce, Chelsea Hunter came to the resort island of Paradise for some peace and quiet so she could figure out what her next step would be. She hadn’t expected to find herself at an exotic hotel dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. Too bad she doesn’t want sex. 

Jake Davis is back in Paradise after visiting a year ago when his own marriage fell apart. This time his fantasy is to guide a woman through her sexual journey. He hadn’t counted on being paired with the only woman in Paradise who prefers privacy over pleasure! 

Will Jake be able to discover what Chelsea truly needs, or will their journey to Paradise remain

unfulfilled?

Excerpt:

“This is a what?”

Chelsea Hunter couldn’t believe her ears. An island resort dedicated to entertaining people’s sexual pleasures? This wasn’t what she’d signed up for when reserving her room at the beautiful Caribbean locale. What the hell would people think if they found out she’d come here?

“I assure you that you’re in the right place, Ms. Hunter,” the blonde behind the reception desk told her.

Chelsea struggled to look anywhere but at the receptionist’s chest, whose gigantic breasts spilled out of her red string bikini. “There must be a mistake. I reserved a room at Paradise Resort.”

“This is Paradise, baby,” drawled a smooth voice from Chelsea’s left.

Chelsea turned, only to struggle again with where to look. There stood one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d guess him a few inches shy of six feet, but his perfectly sculpted body totally made up for it. He may not have been tall, but the handsome factor was off the charts. Close cropped dark hair, midnight eyes, broad shoulders and chest without an ounce of body hair, tapered waist, and—Whoa. A zap of lust zinged straight to her core, and she dropped her gaze to his muscled thighs.That couldn’t be real. Maybe his Speedo made it appear larger. She flicked another quick look. Damn…Wet heat rushed between her thighs.

Bringing her gaze back up to his face, she flushed at the amused sparkle in his eyes. She braced her hands on the reception desk, her wedding ring twinkling a bittersweet reminder as she leaned forward.

“There has to be some mistake,” Chelsea pleaded. “I’m at the wrong place.”

--

Kellie Kamryn

www.kelliekamryn.com

"Love - an emotion so strong that you would give up everything to just feel it once, to know that you are part of something special."

REBOUND

Secret Cravings Publishing

PLEASURE ISLAND

The Wild Rose Press

GOING FOR GOLD 

Romance Divine

ARe

Bookstrand

Amazon

MONKEYS, SEX AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES

Amazon

Secret Cravings Publishing

Bookstrand

ARe