I decided to take advantage of Blogger’s new Blog listing feature which allows me to not only list what blogs I read, but also will pick up the title of your latest post – and when it was. (Which should help me stop surfing quite so much while I check to see if you’ve recently updated your blog. Ha! As if that’ll stop me.)
I transferred them from my Google bookmarks, not from my bloglist so let me know if by some strange quirk (okay, laziness on my part)I accidentally dropped yours off and you want it re-added.
In other news, I’ve been busy working away on Sam’s story. (I really need to come up with a proper title for it one of these days.) I’ve reached a critical point and the action’s heating up now. And Sam has turned out to be a lot kinkier than I first thought, which is something considering one of my crit partners thought he was pretty kinky to begin with. In fact, Dani said:
Sam came off pretty kinky in Private Property. I can’t imagine him being more than that. He came off as a MAJOR control freak, dominating (but in a sexy way) rough, bad ass.
Ah, be still my beating heart! That’s exactly how I wanted him to be seen.
By the way, does anyone else really understand the expression Be still, my beating heart? Doesn’t that mean, stop beating, or in other words “let me die?” Okay, being the geek I am, I googled it. According to Phrases.org. “Beating Heart” dates back to John Dryden in 1697, the full expression being used in 1705.
Originally used with the swooning earnestness of woman’s poetry of the Romantic period. Now more often used ironically, about suitors who are indisputably unsuitable.
Hmm, yeah, that describes Sam. Indisputably Unsuitable.
Actually that doesn’t sound like a bad title.