Did You Say Dessert Isle?

Because that sounds awesome.

I'm not much of a water person, so I don't really see myself ever ending up near a deserted island. Sure, sure, I live in Bayou Country which means I kind of live on an island already, but I have modern conveniences here and I'm not giving them up without a fight.

But I'm a writer, I can make this shit up as I go along, right? Right. *cracks her knuckles*

Five things I'd take with me on a deserted island...My first question is, do I have a lot of money before I go? Like, can I buy whatever I need before I go? 'Cause that would change my answers. No? Okay fine!

1. A really long extension cord. Because there is no way in hell I'm going to be stuck out there without being able to charge up my Kindle or my laptop. The laptop is so I can write about my adventures on the island. Sure, I probably won't have internet service, but there has to be 3G somewhere around, right? Or satellites pointing in my direction. I can order books...and maybe send out a message now and then "Yo, send cookies" (can you tell I'm dieting?) and...if I had access, I could ask for help coudn't I? I'm so smart!

2. Which brings into mind my second most coveted item. With my super-savvy S.O.S, the U.S. Navy will catch my signal and dispatch a team of highly trained, highly sexy Navy S.E.A.L.S. to rescue me. They'll arrive with all of their survival gear, chocolate and solar powered equipment and then their boat will tragically sink never to be seen again. And then I'm left on the island with this:

3. Once my harem uh, heh, my rescuers are stuck, it's just a matter of time before they get to work preparing my our home. Nothing too grand, mind you. Just a little shelter to keep us out of the weather, to shield us from the sun...and worthy of my magnificence. Oh, and so they have plenty of room to spread out.

4. I don't think I'd need anything else after that. I don't want to seem greedy you know? The other deserted people would probably kick me out of the club for having excessive good fortune or something. All I'd really need is an endless supply of food and this and I'd be set for life:

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Desert Island or Dessert Island

I guess a dessert island would be fattening. One can dream though. I guess if I was stranded on a deserted island I would want to have a survival kit stocked to the gills with everything I need to survive.

 No, I don't need a volleyball as my companion because I'd have my DH with me. I was a Girl Guide and he was a Boy Scout. We'd make that deserted island our BITCH.

 Moving on.

 So presuming the survival kit has everything including canned food I would want solar powered TV with my extensive DVD collection. Hey, which reminds me The Hobbit came out today, must buy.

 Writing implements, like paper and pens.

 Board games would be sweet.

Solar powered radio and generator would be KICK ASS too. And a bed. A nice comfortable bed.

 Sun all the time, cause I hate snow y'all. I know, I know I'm Canadian ...but I frakking hate SNOW. I'm not made for snow. Now, I'm rambling. I hope I don't get stuck on a deserted island any time soon. I'd sooner settle for a ranch house in the west and it would be summer all year long.

Aaaah. Montana, now if you only didn't get snow you'd be my paradise. This is a pic on the way to Great Falls Montana in June 2012. From my epic road trip this summer. :)



 

Please Don't Strand me on a Desert Island!

Recently I’ve found myself longing for a simpler life, picturing myself in a small cottage by the sea or in the hills, balmy breezes coming through the window to ruffle my sarong as I sit at my desk writing. The tiny kitchen is just sufficient for whipping up tasty meals made from local produce, and internet radio provides the backdrop to my life, giving me the variety of music I need to keep sane.

I’m thinking you’re starting to see the problem…

My fantasies of a nice, quiet, peaceful existence always start out small and simple, but then expand. Me, the Hubster and a few dogs in a small, one bed cottage. Then I want an office and the cottage gets bigger. Soon I start wondering where the kids will stay when they come to visit, how many dogs I really can have in the small space, etc. etc.

I don’t think I’m really cut out to live simply, when you get right down to it.

So, we come down to the question at hand… what five things would I have to have to survive on a deserted island. Ugh. That’s incredibly difficult to even contemplate.

I’d want the husband, because he likes to fish and is pretty handy. I guess any man with the same attributes would do, but I’m really attached to the one I have, so I’d pick him.

A dog. Yep, I need at least one dog. They’re the ultimate companions and friends and just have the ability to make my heart sing. If I’m gonna be stranded, I want to be stranded with a dog. I’ll train it to chase the lizards/iguanas away, if there are any on the island, ’cause I just can’t stand those mo-fos.

Something to write on and with. A computer with a never-ending source of power, umpteen pads of paper and pens that don’t run dry—something, anything to get the voices out of my head and onto the page.

Food. Of all different kinds—like a magic crate that when you dip your hand into it you come out with something unexpected. I’m a foodie and the thought of living solely on fish and coconuts is enough to make me want to lose my mind.

Music. I’ll give up TV and movies in a heartbeat but I’d need some way to be able to hear music, and preferably not just what I have on my MP3 player right now. I love hearing new songs, discovering new types of music and previously unknown-to-me artists. Without that I may just go a little insane.

So that’s my list—man, dog, writing implements, food and music. I know it’s a cheater list, but hey, it’s my desert island and I can furnish it however I want!

Deserted Island

So what's the first thing you think of? Deserted island. For me its Bugs Bunny and Castaway, then when I think of Castaway all sorts of tropical movies spring to mind. Robinson Crusoe, Swiss Family Robinson - so loved their tree house by the way, Pirates of the Caribbean and all those wonderful pirate stories I devoured when I was young and impressionable.

To be on a deserted islands sounds romantic and lovely, but honestly it would be a bitch. No food, no bug spray, no internet, no toilet paper, no batteries for the toys. Sounds like a list doesn't it ;)


I love the water, beach, sun, palm trees and everything that goes along with it. I've had the good fortune to do a lot of traveling *pre-kids* and now *empty nest*. My all time favorite destination was the South Pacific. Waaaay back in 1985 I traveled with the (ex shhh) to Tahiti, Moorea, Cook Islands, Fiji and Hawaii. I have over 500 slide to prove the trip and they are still in slide format. They need to be scanned so I can revisit those lovely places. A close 2nd to the SP is North Captiva Island in Florida. Meat Man surprised me with a trip there in February for my birthday. Numerous Caribbean beach sand has covered my toes, as well as some stony beaches in England and Europe. Okay, so getting the travel bug right now

With all that background of travel I'd have to say my list of 5 things to have on a desert island is - drum roll puh-lease......

1.  net - to be used for fishing and over my bed
2. Burt's Bees lip balm - I so hate dry lips
3. Survival Kit with everything I'd need, like matches, first aid, pots, solar blanket, a few tools, bug spray, water purifying tablets, tarps, rain gear, compass, flare gun.  I know this is a cheater catch all but what the hell.
4.  batteries - What? For the flashlight you dirty minded person you :)
5. Canned food.

Now as a parallel, I asked Meat Man what he would bring:

1. satellite phone
2. satellite tv
3. satellite radio
4. lots of canned food w/ can opener
5. sleeping bag
6. pot

So now he's trying to cut stuff out so he can add in an axe to cut wood so he can have a fire. I asked him how he'd light that fire and he wants a magnifying glass now. So he's further cutting out the satellite radio and the phone. He then said what the hell I have a phone I can just call someone in for all the stuff and no longer be deserted. LOL A man's mind at work.

What would you bring?

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My most recent release with Sybarite Seductions. a quickie hot story about wild, spontaneous, stranger sex.  It's a double point of view book. We get her story, his - oh did I mention he's a hot cop? and then you can get both stories in one book called No Toys Tonight - An Adventure Twice Told

No Toys Tonight 

Girls’ night out at a male strip club, at first Fiona thought it was just what she needed to let her hair down and go wild. But when things get a little bit out of hand, she bolts, right into the car of a very sexy-voiced cabby. Or so she thinks.
Nearly blinded by the blowing dust, it takes her a few moments to realize she’s stumbled into the backseat of a police car. When she discovers the cop is just as sexy as his voice, her inner wild child begs to come out and play.

No Toys Tonight—Off Duty 

After a rough work day, all off-duty cop Reid wants is pizza, beer and to watch football. But fate has other plans for him. Outside a strip club a gorgeous beauty flags him down and his sense of duty makes him stop.
Despite a case of mistaken identity, Reid can’t help but be attracted to the woman in his backseat, and when she propositions him, he’s unable to resist the call to duty.

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Excerpt
“Holy shit, you’re a cop.”

“Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”

Fiona couldn’t look away from him and her tongue was tied. He smiled and the cutest dimple creased into his cheek. Her finger itched to reach out and trace it. He was one hot dude. “I-I’m sorry. I was blinded by the dust and thought you were cab.” She glanced around. This wasn’t a normal cop car. It was plush almost, a comfy sedan with fabric seats and darkened windows. “Umm, this doesn’t look like a cop car.”

“It’s a detective vehicle. Unmarked.” He was still driving and she caught his look in the rear view. “So, what are you plans for the rest of the night?”

Did he just ask her out? Go with it Fiona. Go with it.

She put on the best seductive smile she could muster and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished.”
He didn’t say a thing. Just stared at her. Oh god, had she just gotten herself arrested as a hooker or something? But when his mouth quirked into a smile, she knew it was okay. Fiona sighed and leaned back on the seat, rubbing her palm over the fabric, thankful it wasn’t a police cruiser with sticky, plastic seats.

So then, what do you think comes next? I hope you liked the blurb and want to read more.

Be bad…you might like it.
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