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“Driving my man wild” in Satisfy Me Tonight drops in March 2009. Just saw the cover and I’m feeling it.

AND I was offered my own 3 novella anthology starring me, me and just me. I’m nervous, geeked, happy, but overall ecstatic as heck!

Birthday Celebration Weekend

I had the pleasure of seeing Ms. Tina Turner in Atlanta over the weekend to celebrate my birthday. Guys, this woman looks amazing and moves like someone half her age. Just simply gorgeous! I would have given half my body, brain, your body, your brain and your first borne to the last (:twisted:) to be guaranteed to have that kind of sex appeal at 70.

That had me thinking how some things truly DO get better with time and…practice. I’m thinking looks in some, attitude, zest for life, wine, writing, chocolate and of course, sex. Especially married sex, since that’s the area I’m focused on now. How all the awkwardness of early encounters turns into a well-oiled (literally) machine over time. The nuances, the moves, the needs being met just as you need them to be. No quickie can beat that. So despite, the hard sell of easy loving, I’m still saying married sex is Simply the BEST!

**booty dancing**

Sigh.

Once again I sit here and watch as another of our sisters goes through some mega love-stress. This time its Silda Spitzer’s face as her only-remorseful-since-I-got-caught husband admits to his 5 month/$80,000 passion for prostitutes.

Talk about a set back. My muse took a vacation after that. I’m just now getting up the energy to drag her out into my creative mind.

Why is true love so…complicated for many? What is so hard about you love me and I love you and we care enough to make good choices for each other? I’m sure at no time did Silda think that her “for worse” vows would ever be expanded to include a whore…or two. So what made old Jim throw everything he had away–power, position, family, wife–on a $5000 an hour whore? (Jim, you really should check out the going prices. $5000 is a bit steep, don’t you think?)

**stepping off my platform**

OK, my latest for Kensington’s Satify Me III, Driving My Man Wild, is coming along nicely. I told you I’m writing only married people sex from here on out and boy am I having a good time. Let’s just say, a trunk full of love letters sets the sparks aflying in couple whose flame has dimmed a bit. But not by the end. By the end, even you should hear the cannons booming, see the fireworks exploding, feel the vibrations in your feet…and elsewhere.

Y’all have a great weekend.

Peace out.

Syd

Yep, the title is correct. Believe it or not, married sex has become a writing fetish of mine. Having been married for–let’s just say I almost got the dust from Moses’ march across the Red Sea–I realize that hot, steamy passion is thought to diminish over time. We are taught to expect this.

But why is that? Honestly, I can’t live a life without passion. As long as I’m able to “use what my mama gave me” I will. And I refuse to have pitiful, dragging “married people’s sex” in real life or in my character’s lives. Why can’t the sheets being on fire be the norm not the exception? Why does married sex and boring pop up on the word association game.

I write how I like living for the most part. There is always an element of “me” in every story. How miniscule or humongous it is, I won’t tell, but I’m there. (I’m a big voyeur) So when there is an opportunity to put a fresh marital dating idea out there or situation or X_my choice here__ I seize it. As Tyra says, I become “fierce!”

Again why?

If I write it well, he will come…and come….and come.

Win win all the way around.

Peace out

Syd