For August 29, 2014
If You Could See My Internet History
By Ashley Ladd
If you could see my Internet history… Whew! It would probably be as bad as if you could read my mind.
We authors plot sabotage, adultery, bombings, murders, terrorist events, espionage and a host of terrible, horrifying things. I can’t speak for other authors, but I think about my plots most of the day, every day. When I’m at home (never at the day job!) I Google a lot of weird, oddball, even highly questionable things. Sometimes I wonder if I would get in trouble if the law was ever to examine my computer history.
Have you ever seen the old Disney movie The Misadventures of Merlin Jones, where Tommy Kirk plays an oddball college student that gains the ability to read minds? When he reads the mind of the judge he tunes into a murder being plotted. Not knowing the judge is also a mystery writer who is plotting his current novel, Merlin reports the judge to the police.
That’s exactly what would happen to me if someone was to read my mind at the wrong time, which is most of the time. Or if they were to look at my Internet history.
For example, when I’m writing a male/male romance a gazillion GLBT sites will pop up. When I’m writing about BDSM, then those type sites will pop up. If I’m plotting a murder sites will pop up about various murder methods such as asphyxiation, strangulation, firearms, bombs…
I research every little thing in my books so there will be oddball links too such as housing prices in different neighborhoods, restaurant menus in the various cities where my books are set, a million pictures of bikinis or hairstyles or shoes.
I doubt most people would want to read my mind, or follow my Internet footprints. You’ll never know what you’ll find. You’ll be left with more questions than answers. But it might be quite interesting should you dare.
Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.
Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.
It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.
A silhouette fell across her, waking her up from her nap and a husky voice washing over her. “You’re going to be sorry falling asleep out here. This sun is brutal.”
Groggy, she shaded her eyes and looked up at the shadowy figure in awe. “Timmy, is that you? You’re early.”
He leaned down, his body still sinewy and strong, and held out his hand to her. Nary a wrinkle marred his matured face. Only a few laugh lines fanned out from his eyes which added to his attractiveness. “You too. Is that a sign?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. Since when did Tim believe in signs? “A sign?”
“That you want to see me, be with me in private, as I want to see you and be with you in private.”
She swallowed hard and put her hand in his, her heart somersaulting when they touched for the first time in more than twenty years. A maelstrom of emotion washed over her and she didn’t want to mess up what was probably her last chance to be with him, so she wasn’t about to play coy.
Slowly, seductively, she licked her lips. “You read my mind.”
As he helped her up, his gaze smoldered into hers. He dragged her alongside him and his hard cock swelled into her side. He nipped her ear then whispered huskily, “Your nipples are puckering through your suit. I’d call that a sign.”
She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.
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