Amazon Giveaway – Your Chance to Win a Copy of Red August

Win a copy of Red August from Amazon! No purchase necessary.

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/082f0b80cd426345#ln-fo

Red August is newly out in print this past month and this is your chance to win a copy!

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What if you found out that you were descended from a long line of clandestine fighters, and that your family was still at war? August Archer thinks she’s a normal teenage girl—even if she has been having disturbing erotic dreams about wolves lately. Still grieving over the loss of her father, and wondering over his final gift of a red hooded cloak, August is uprooted from her big city apartment to a tiny town in Maryland, where she meets an enigmatic, irresistibly fascinating man who refuses to talk to her, yet who fuels her most intense romantic fantasies. But it’s when August begins talking to her feisty Scottish grandmother that a strange tale of werewolves and hunters emerges—one in which the man of her dreams may be her family’s oldest enemy—in this modern-day telling of the Red Riding Hood story.

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Yoni Fun

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Hello everybody! I wanted to let you know about a little side project I had been working on in my “spare time.” That actually means something I did when I was supposed to be relaxing, but I can’t seem to let a minute in the day go by without being engaged. Sometimes I miss the days before smartphones and on-demand tv-binges when my brain would actually wander. I had a minute or two to get BORED! Do you remember the days of being bored? Yeah, me neither.

So, before I was all into this writing gig I was doing a lot of photography and art. I still like to do both. I would draw while while re-watching things like Fried Green Tomatoes, Labyrinth and Chocolat for the 400th time, or listening to my girl power playlists, I would ink these drawings of vulvas. To be totally honest, sometimes I was binging on Midsomer Murders and Psych, because this girl loves a mystery. Aside:  did you know there is a page that encourages you to come see where Midsomer is filmed? Might wanna make sure that you don’t have a penchant for blackmail though, because there are a LOT of murders of blackmailers in Midsomer – just sayin’.

Anyway…

I thought the drawings would make a fun and female-power oriented adult coloring book. I actually think that it would be good for kids, too – to sort of introduce them to the concept of talking about genitalia and possibly segueing that into discussions of gender and sex, if you like.

As I drew these I dreamed groups of ladies getting together and coloring them, their happy faces open and chatting and sipping wine. I envisioned parents talking to their kids about body positivity. I imagined Instagram images of laughing women coloring them in and showing off their final work all colored in.

The book is $8.99 and available here: The Yoni Coloring Book.

Here are some images of the proof and Kali helping me check it for errors. She’s ever-helpful that one. It doesn’t look like it, but that is her “I approve” face. The little darling.

 

Amazon, you hit like a bitch.

This is a pretty sad state of affairs.

The Never Ending Book Basket

It’s taken me a bit of time to write this post, but I figured it’s about time to share the utter nonsense that’s happened between me and Amazon, and how a company that I once highly respected, has now become one that I have zero respect for.

I’ve thought about writing this post for weeks, what I would say and how I would capture everything that’s happened, and I’ll be honest with the fact that this post has taken on many forms, but finally I decided that it would just be easiest to state the facts.

So here it goes…

IMG_0376 This is the first email I got from Amazon. As some of you know, on February 24th I was sent an email from Amazon letting me know that I could no longer post reviews on their website, and that all of my previous reviews had been suppressed or removed…

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Patches

I am going through some of my old blogs and finding things to post here. Some of them I took offline for a while. I had to take a moment to collect myself after some big changes in my life – hard ones. It hurt to read some of the things in my old blogs.

Heart Goddess Art

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My friend Jackie sent me this quote today:

“Young lovers seek perfection.  Old lovers learn the art of sewing shreds together and of seeing beauty in a multiplicity of patches.”           

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Everything Is Temporary

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There is a lot of beauty in this world.  I wake up each day with dozens of things to be thankful for.  Space heaters, sunny windows and mushroom soup, sleepy daughters and brave friends are on today’s list of just a few.

When I think of all the amazing people I know and can call my friends, I am humbled.  The family members who care about me and send me their love, I hope to love them well, too.

Here’s the “but” though.  For each thing I am happy about, I feel a little sad.  I feel sad because I am ever aware of how temporary everything is.  This has become more marked as I have gotten older.  While my ability to experience deep joy and tight bonds has grown, so has the sad little tug at my heart.

For each joy I enfold, there is a sad story I…

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Sensual Sunday – Poetry Repost

I haven’t been able to keep up with the blog lately. Sunday sensual musings is something that I don’t have the luxury of at the moment. But I came across this tonight and thought it would fit well into my Sensual Sunday theme. I wrote this poem several years ago during a sad time of my life, but one that still had sensual moments that I couldn’t help but hold close.

And in my exhaustion…

My pulse is flexing flesh on my wrist

My bones are still

and the scent of you clings

to my mouth

my thighs

the soft dark shock of hair holds you

close

keeping what remains

in my tangles

in my hollows

I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to be awake

Everything, even the shadows hold fast – for a beat

And my pulse seems to slow

The world is still in my heart

but I know that the sun will climb

then sink

and the moon will take its place

the shadows will shift

and the ants will crawl

but I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to feel my heart beating

until it is beating next to yours…