<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:27:55.798-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='goals'/><title type='text'>Cara Carnes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4478344020591272484</id><published>2012-01-13T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:56:11.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Contest Time!</title><content type='html'>To celebrate my recent release, Hard Day's Reward, I thought it would be fun to have a contest. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do to win a $10 gift certificate to Ellora's Cave is comment here and let me know what you're reading right now, or looking forward to reading. Or sign up for my Yahoo newsletter through my website. &lt;a href="http://www.caracarnes.com"&gt;www.caracarnes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll announce a winner on Sunday, January 29th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and happy reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4478344020591272484?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4478344020591272484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4478344020591272484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4478344020591272484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4478344020591272484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-contest-time.html' title='It&apos;s Contest Time!'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4981734629514518750</id><published>2012-01-11T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:31:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EC For Men Release Launch Today</title><content type='html'>I'm thrilled to be one of the authors helping to debut the new EC for Men line at Ellora's Cave. This line, in case you haven't heard, is erotic fiction geared toward men. If you like your stories smoking hot and the pages sizzling, go grab you a copy of them all. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of excerpts from the stories releasing today. Check them out for yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yz8xgM_Sdmo/Tw0DlLgUwwI/AAAAAAAAADY/L_UMrKRuqR4/s1600/HardDayCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yz8xgM_Sdmo/Tw0DlLgUwwI/AAAAAAAAADY/L_UMrKRuqR4/s320/HardDayCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696213040971956994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Day's Reward&lt;br /&gt;Cara Carnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;There weren’t many things better than a cold beer after a shitty day. Only one came to Chad Barlow’s mind immediately—one of Shelly’s surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked on the apartment door and edged closer to the entrance. She’d driven him crazy most of the afternoon. The hands-off-at-work bullshit was getting old, but she made up for it when they did get together, so he couldn’t bitch too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door creaked open and a curvy brunette answered with a smirk on her full red lips. Her blue eyes scanned him in silent appreciation and his cock hardened instantly at the perusal. Her I’d-fuck-you-hard-any-day look almost made him forget why he was here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red, thin-strapped shirt hugged her palm-sized tits and stopped short of nice, full hips. Snug shorts stopped mid-thigh, offering him a bountiful feast of tanned skin, which ended at dainty red-polished toenails. But her lush lips and long, curled hair drew his gaze back to her bemused grin. His hands itched to run through the thick mass and press her to the floor. Maybe then he could sample exactly what that hot little mouth could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You must be Chad.” She stepped aside. “Come in and join the party. Shelly’s told me all about you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. He’d fucked up already and hadn’t even gotten in the door. His cock throbbed, aching for relief from the tension his thoughts had stirred. Shelly never went for drama, but getting a hard-on for whoever this was probably wasn’t the best way to start the surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, baby.” Shelly wandered in, her long blonde hair swishing around her shoulders as she flip-flopped her way to him and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Her hand ran down his chest and dipped lower to cup his balls. He groaned into her floral-scented hair. “I knew he’d find you hot, Marcy.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appreciative lilt in her voice revved his libido into overdrive. He’d make sure she purred good and hard tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white lace bra and panty set he’d gotten her for her birthday taunted him from beneath a white lace kimono. He never cared much what she wore. Her sexy-as-hell molten lips and the sensuous swish of her hips always captured his attention first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wicked grin he recognized lit up her face. She’d planned something naughty. “I’ve put out a beer for you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s one thing he always enjoyed about Shelly. The no-frills décor of her house made him welcome—from her eclectic black-and-white scenery photographs to an endless assortment of shot glasses. Nothing in the place matched and he loved every inch of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcy angled toward the loveseat and perched on the edge. “I was worried he wouldn’t since you’re so gorgeous.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d lost track of the conversation somewhere between the gorgeous tits and sultry lips, but he didn’t much care. Shelly’s soft laughter tumbled through his jumbled mixture of shock and excitement. Fucking woman loved to shake things up—and damn if he wasn’t ready for whatever she was about to dish out tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © CARA CARNES, 2012 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9795-hard-days-reward.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9795-hard-days-reward.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoN8WsM23MQ/Tw0Fnsc2OUI/AAAAAAAAADw/ljno8R85dSU/s1600/TakeMeCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoN8WsM23MQ/Tw0Fnsc2OUI/AAAAAAAAADw/ljno8R85dSU/s320/TakeMeCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696215283198736706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me At The Ballgame&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still lit from the game tonight, with its cross-cut grass and cleat marks forged in the dirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper had just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were cramped and he could use a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would make for some interesting stories for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney, standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamt about more than once and a flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her long, brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on, but wasn’t sure anyone was up here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you weren’t, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’d been flirting for weeks now, and JT decided then and there to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in my assignment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You, um, got everything you need?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a matter of fact, no.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in your story already, though, right? You must have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is you. Your tits, your pussy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT would bet not. “Another feature?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “All right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep himself from reaching for her. Sitting down in one of the adjacent chairs, Sydney then leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she will before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out the window at the now-darkened field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re what I need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…” He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she did was lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded his sex-deprived mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s pretty forward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back up he could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something and not getting it, now, can we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9794-take-me-at-the-ballgame.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9794-take-me-at-the-ballgame.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4981734629514518750?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4981734629514518750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4981734629514518750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4981734629514518750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4981734629514518750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2012/01/ec-for-men-release-launch-today.html' title='EC For Men Release Launch Today'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yz8xgM_Sdmo/Tw0DlLgUwwI/AAAAAAAAADY/L_UMrKRuqR4/s72-c/HardDayCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1582950430766801150</id><published>2011-07-13T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:44:39.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned In NYC</title><content type='html'>I've lived in Texas all my life. Crowds aren't my thing, yet I was so thrilled at the opportunity to see New York City and take my proverbial bite out of the Big Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn while I was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I learned at the RWA Conference was vast, so I'm going to focus on non writerly things I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Batteries are a girl's best friend. Seriously, I took so many pictures in NYC that my camera was going through batteries like a teenager at a buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Said batteries in a purse in a high volume get you noticed by the cute security guard scanning your stuff at the Empire State Building. Yeah, that was NOT too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Claustrophobic people with no patience will meet their private hell while trying to get to the top of the Empire. Fortunately, awesome friends with patience are a prized possession. My dear friend and fellow writer Mo Boylan definitely earned her friendship badge that day when we got into those elevators and got crunched in like sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Variety may be the spice of life, but it is NOT your friend when you're a sardine in a sky-bound can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Times Square will change if you blink more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dogs who hang their head out a window are BRILLIANT! Bless Mo, Terri Brisbin and her wonderful son for enduring my photographic needs while we drove in to NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Drivers in NYC are just as crazy as those in Texas. I would've fit in just fine. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Black really is the in color in Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When in doubt, shove your way through the crush of people. There is space somewhere in front of you if you push long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The don't walk signs are a suggestion apparently. There is safety in numbers when you're in the middle and getting directed across the street like a helpless cow in a cattle car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I loved NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the learnings that popped up in my head first. My week in NYC is one I will never forget and I look forward to returning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the next grand adventure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop for me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akron, Ohio for the Ellora's Cave Romaticon convention. It will be blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1582950430766801150?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582950430766801150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1582950430766801150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1582950430766801150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1582950430766801150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-learned-in-nyc.html' title='Things I Learned In NYC'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5701354306862517939</id><published>2011-05-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:09:55.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>For all those who are mothers around the world, and for all those blessed with mothers, I hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day, whether you are in a country that celebrates it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never personally been one of those people who put much stock in those "holidays" created by someone for honoring people on certain days. I believe that there are some people who should be honored for who they are on a daily basis, and for me, my mom would be at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me to be strong, determined and to not be afraid to be who I was meant to be. She showed me through example what I could achieve if I strived for the most from myself, both intellectually and professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me my hunger and love for the written word. From her I learned that devouring books opened worlds and incited a bone-deep need to tell the stories locked within my mind. From her I learned the beauty of crafting worlds and the joy it would bring to simply let my fingers fly across the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me so many things while managing to somehow also keep me and my little brother in line. This was a monumental task for a woman who was single-handedly running the household. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sit here for hours and never come close to the end of the enormous list of things I learned from my mother. So perhaps the best I can do is what I do every day when I speak with her on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5701354306862517939?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5701354306862517939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5701354306862517939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5701354306862517939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5701354306862517939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2528330196910857255</id><published>2010-12-03T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:34:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure Brigade: Passion Next Door</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I'm thrilled that the first story in the Pleasure Brigade series is available now at Ellora's Cave. Passion Next Door is probably one of the hottest stories I've written so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my bestest writing friends is having a release party for me over on her blog. Trust me, the eye candy's worth the click. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alannahlynne.blogspot.com"&gt;www.alannahlynne.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a few emails asking if Autumn's story will continue. And what about the other guys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have every intention for there to be another story for Autumn. I'm polishing up a Pleasure Brigade story to submit in the next week or so. Hopefully I'll have more on that very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked where the inspiration for this story came. And, well, I wish I could say I had a neighbor like THAT in my past. But, sadly, this one is directly attributable to a very active imagination one night when I was thinking "What if..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous weekend, and don't forget to go check out the party Alannah's throwing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2528330196910857255?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2528330196910857255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2528330196910857255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2528330196910857255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2528330196910857255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2010/12/pleasure-brigade-passion-next-door.html' title='Pleasure Brigade: Passion Next Door'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7781650418187526381</id><published>2010-10-25T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:33:21.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>Whew! It's hard to believe that yet another month is about to collapse. This is truly the beginning of the part of the year I enjoy the most, though. The crispier weather, the magical moments had around the Holidays with family and friends. There's nothing quite like this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the lovely opportunity to take in some breathtaking fall folliage on Thursday though. Okay, it wasn't "take in" as much as glimpse as as the airplane I was on whirled by. But I still saw more bits of yellow, gold and red than I'd ever had before. Absolutely gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time at the RWA's NJRW Conference the past few days. The lovely ladies of that chapter know how to throw a conference for sure. Meeting so many wonderful people has never been quite so simple--now I can only hope all those names swimming around in my head choose to stay tagged to the proper face for the next time I see everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What did you do this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7781650418187526381?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7781650418187526381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7781650418187526381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7781650418187526381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7781650418187526381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4187970284529642647</id><published>2010-10-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:01:53.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis Almost The Season</title><content type='html'>Wow! Can you believe it's October already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crispier, dark mornings have crept into Austin, even though I can't believe it's almost winter again. And with the encroaching colder weather comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I vow to get a jumpstart on my Christmas and Holiday shopping. No matter my good intentions, something seems to encroach on my carefully constructed plan and leave me where I always am--frantically dashing through the aisles shoveling whatever I can into my cart in a harried frenzy of determination. This year I won't be buying gifts on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas though I have two birthdays in my family, and one for my best friend. My friend's birthday is this month, just a few days away from Halloween. (Might I say it's quite difficult not to tease her about this every year...hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's is in November. He was a Turkey baby. So, does anyone have gift ideas for a technically inclined man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4187970284529642647?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4187970284529642647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4187970284529642647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4187970284529642647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4187970284529642647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2010/10/tis-almost-season.html' title='&apos;Tis Almost The Season'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7452045601557512699</id><published>2009-10-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:50:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Games Releases Today at Loose-Id</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Yay! It's release day and we know what that means--it's contest time again. So post a comment, or subscribe to my newsletter or yahoo group and you'll be entered. This time around I'm going to surprise you and not tell you what the prize is. Let's just say it's worth the time. *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Games is now available at Loose-Id. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/prod-Sex_Games-1022.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you a blurb shortly, but for those who may have already bought it or are about to do so -- I love you forever btw *grins* - make sure you sign up for either my chat or newsletter groups. There's a bonus chapter from Sex Games available:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Sinclair spends her days toiling over role playing kits in her small high-class adult boutique called Play Me. Allergic to commitment, she considers sexy Jase Cavannaugh to be the perfect partner for some fun and games. After all, he’s just as noncommittal as she is. The man radiates sexual charisma – she’d be crazy not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase leaps at the chance to play with the little minx. Something about peeling back the layers of her personality and finding the really Dixie Sinclair appeals to him on a primal level. He believes in working hard and playing harder, and she definitely needs someone that can not only quench her sexual appetite, but match her whit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Dixie nor Jase is prepared for the chemistry their play ignites; and each role play pushes the envelope on not only their darkest fantasies, but their sworn belief that love is a four letter word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7452045601557512699?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7452045601557512699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7452045601557512699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7452045601557512699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7452045601557512699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-games-releases-today-at-loose-id.html' title='Sex Games Releases Today at Loose-Id'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6345884772254700720</id><published>2009-09-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:25:46.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Release Day Again</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I've been a bit absent in the news/blog world. I hope you all have been having a fabulous summer. Now that fall is almost upon us, it's time to start thinking about the holidays already. Can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled that A Mate's Risk is available today at Ellora's Cave. To celebrate it's release, I thought it would be fun to hold a contest. All you have to do to win one of four Amazon gift certificates is either comment on my blog, send me an email, join my yahoo group or sign up for my newsletter. And yes, if you do more than one you are entered more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shut this contest down next Friday, September 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous weekend and I hope you all enjoy A Mate's Risk. Stay tuned because my next release at Loose Id is October 6th and I'll be celebrating in style. :) That includes a bonus chapter from Sex Games which will be available only to members of my yahoo group or those who sign up for the newsletter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6345884772254700720?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6345884772254700720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6345884772254700720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6345884772254700720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6345884772254700720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-release-day-again.html' title='It&apos;s Release Day Again'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3833112798478007217</id><published>2009-03-30T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:41:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gadgets</title><content type='html'>Hehe... I've added a few gadgets to the blog that I hope you all enjoy. Let me know which ones you like, and which ones you don't. I'm sure I'll be moving the around. Make sure to check out the photo ones under the two most recent blog posts. I have to confess that those are my faves on this page. I have a huge love of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you don't like the pics hit refresh. The Places to See and National Geographic refresh with each refresh or visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3833112798478007217?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3833112798478007217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3833112798478007217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3833112798478007217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3833112798478007217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-gadgets.html' title='New Gadgets'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3032589609445315962</id><published>2009-03-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:14:36.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torture Has Begun</title><content type='html'>Yep. You guessed it. It's diet time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend to be excited by the idea of eating items one genetic mutation above weeds on the food chain. *whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am determined to succeeed, and I know I can if I set my mind to it. One pound at a time. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more exciting news, I finished my taxes this weekend. Yay! The even better revelation is that I still have hair left!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3032589609445315962?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3032589609445315962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3032589609445315962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3032589609445315962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3032589609445315962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/torture-has-begun.html' title='The Torture Has Begun'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3057849881716890108</id><published>2009-02-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:00:24.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tire Repair Man</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Tire Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to break this to you gently, so I'll be quick about it. Sort of like a bandaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman. That doesn't mean I'm ignorant or gullible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. You probably don't understand that. So let me put it to you simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have a brain. We may not use it in the same way you men choose to use yours, but believe me. It's there and I do use it. So, when I brought my car in to get a tire today my brain actually came along with me. It didn't stay at home to tend to the laundry or do housework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember when I told you I wanted the tire and nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently we need to go over that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you happen to notice that I was sitting there in the lobby when you used your scare tactics on all the others that came back to pick their cars up? Remember those times you told them they had to get so and so done now or their car would erupt into flames? Okay, you didn't use flames but I kept thinking that was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you upsell a brake job and scam someone out of $1,000, plus another $100 for a "bad battery." I watched you scare an elderly couple into buying 4 tires AND a new battery. After the fourth "bad battery" in an hour I started to wonder if it was your batteries that needed changing and not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, given all that, why did you think I was gullible enough to believe you when you came to me and tried to scare me into a new battery, a brake flush, an oil change AND more tires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3057849881716890108?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3057849881716890108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3057849881716890108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3057849881716890108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3057849881716890108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-tire-repair-man.html' title='Dear Tire Repair Man'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6218412124307338651</id><published>2009-01-16T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:21:29.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back Out of Blog Lurkdome</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already 2009, and that January is half over. Geez. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been absorbed in a couple of works in process I'm finishing up. Both projects are super exciting. So much so that I hadn't even realized how long it had been since I last posted to my blog. Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have made a vow to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime - a few exciting things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that my short story will be in the 2009 Ellora's Caveman anthology. Woo Hoo! The Flavors of Ecstasy. Love the title of the anthologies this year, and I'm super excited for my first opportunity to be in it. I'm not sure which authors are in the same edition - but I will be in the second edition which comes out in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is titled FOR THE KING'S PLEASURE. Look for blurbs and excerpts very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, A MATE'S RISK should be coming soon from Ellora's Cave as well. No date has been scheduled yet, but I'm looking forward to sharing that with everyone as well. It's my first time travel style paranormal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to an awesome 2009 for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6218412124307338651?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6218412124307338651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6218412124307338651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6218412124307338651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6218412124307338651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-back-out-of-blog-lurkdome.html' title='Coming Back Out of Blog Lurkdome'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4385767945276065665</id><published>2008-10-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:26:55.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Play With Me and Joanna Wylde tonight at RRT</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Wylde and I are throwing a party over in the RRTChat room tonight, and talking about our latest releases. We hope you can come in and have some fun with us. The chat will begin at 9:00 EST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have some fabulous, not to mention a bit naughty, prizes to give away as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there. Here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://client0.addonchat.com/sc.php?id=102122"&gt;www.romrevtoday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4385767945276065665?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4385767945276065665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4385767945276065665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4385767945276065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4385767945276065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-play-with-me-and-joanna-wylde.html' title='Come Play With Me and Joanna Wylde tonight at RRT'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8270341873377685361</id><published>2008-10-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:14:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SP0A_tqVAFI/AAAAAAAAACw/V6_BfZM0Hj8/s1600-h/CC_WeekendGames_coverfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SP0A_tqVAFI/AAAAAAAAACw/V6_BfZM0Hj8/s320/CC_WeekendGames_coverfr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361034427498578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo!!!  Weekend Games is now available. Okay, well it's available in a few hours, but I figure by the time most of you read this it will be up for sale on Loose Id's fabulous website. I had a lot of fun crafting this book, and I hope you enjoy all the characters! Four women, seven men. There's bound to be one personality in there that you find fascinating. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a contest on my yahoo group for a naughty gift bag loaded down with some very interesting and fun tricks and treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would also be fun to give away a second bag during my chat Wednesday night. So, come on over to &lt;a href="www.romrevtoday.com "&gt;www.romrevtoday.com &lt;/a&gt;on Wednesday evening. It will be in the RRTChat room, and the fabulously talented Joanna Wylde will be there as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because it's almost Halloween and I love this book sooo much.... I'm giving away a third naughty bag right here - especially for those of you that have already read the book. So if you're interested in entering for a chance to win this gift bag, email me at cara@caracarnes.com with the names of at least five of the eleven main characters. (And before you sigh or groan too loud, my website has five names *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On sale October 21st at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=804"&gt;Loose Id&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends Aubrey, Charlotte, Francie and Julia have had horrible personal lives the past year and have decided that needs to be changed. What better way to kick-start their sex lives than some role playing games on Halloween weekend? The four concoct the perfect scenario: each one invites one or more former male “friends” to participate in the roles. The men will not only play a part in the hedonistic play, but will create the roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Halloween night arrives, the four women discover the seven sexy men have constructed role plays meant to not only tap into their dark desires, but to push them to a new level of awareness about themselves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began as fun and games - a weekend of no holds barred pleasure - but it soon morphs into passion that none of them could have possibly expected. Suddenly a weekend doesn’t seem like nearly enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caracarnes.com/weekendgames.html#excerpt"&gt;Read An Excerpt of Weekend Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8270341873377685361?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8270341873377685361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8270341873377685361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8270341873377685361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8270341873377685361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-games.html' title='Weekend Games'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SP0A_tqVAFI/AAAAAAAAACw/V6_BfZM0Hj8/s72-c/CC_WeekendGames_coverfr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-309126729060737627</id><published>2008-09-02T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:28:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince's Fire Is Out Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SL0-YCCEA7I/AAAAAAAAACI/0MmA8vC-Iyc/s1600-h/CC_PrincesFire_coverfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SL0-YCCEA7I/AAAAAAAAACI/0MmA8vC-Iyc/s320/CC_PrincesFire_coverfr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241414123912430514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=778"&gt;http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=778&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitana Danson would do whatever it took to find her sister. She never expected to discover the world she grew up learning of, but never thought existed -- was her home. Her people. Believing it existed bordered on impossible. When a handsome prince promised to do anything to keep her there, Gitana found it even harder to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val Zan A'Mar had waited a lifetime for his mate to return to his world and he wasn't about to let her go. But the feisty fire spirit wasn't about to succumb to his seduction easily and the enemy preying on his people would stop at nothing to kill her. The battle for her heart could prove more difficult than the one to save her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-309126729060737627?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/309126729060737627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=309126729060737627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/309126729060737627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/309126729060737627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/princes-fire-is-out-today.html' title='Prince&apos;s Fire Is Out Today!!!'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SL0-YCCEA7I/AAAAAAAAACI/0MmA8vC-Iyc/s72-c/CC_PrincesFire_coverfr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-160549431615689011</id><published>2008-08-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:04:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RWA Recovery</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I've finally caught up on my sleep and my adrenaline has returned to a normal level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The RWA National conference in San Francisco was phenominal. I learned so many valuable things and met some wonderful people. I know. I am a bit late blogging about this, but deadlines come first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous pitches with both an agent and editor. They were both delightful and I'm looking forward to sending my stuff to them very, very soon now that I'm closing in on my ASAP deadlines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some people I was hoping to meet, but there's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the cover for Prince's Fire and it is simply stunning. Croco Designs did a wonderful job on it. Actually, wonderful isn't a good enough adjective. I don't thing there are any words to describe it. It is that beautiful. So, I'll share that very shortly and get it up on my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are excerpts coming in the next few days from both Prince's Fire and Weekend Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone and happy reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-160549431615689011?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/160549431615689011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=160549431615689011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/160549431615689011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/160549431615689011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/rwa-recovery.html' title='RWA Recovery'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2592163660850312392</id><published>2008-08-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:54:04.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>Val and Gitana's story, &lt;em&gt;Prince's Fire&lt;/em&gt;,  will be available &lt;strong&gt;Sept 2nd&lt;/strong&gt;. Look on my website, or join my yahoo group for some excerpts - which should go up in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition *rubs hands together* we're going to heat Halloween up this year. I've written a book titled &lt;em&gt;Weekend Games&lt;/em&gt;. Four women, seven men, one long Halloween weekend, and a few role plays. What more could you ask for? It's hot, hot, hot! That will be coming out on &lt;strong&gt;10/21&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll have an excerpt from that up soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these will be available from &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com"&gt;Loose Id &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2592163660850312392?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2592163660850312392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2592163660850312392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2592163660850312392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2592163660850312392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3955114799645128366</id><published>2008-07-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:04:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details</title><content type='html'>I was recently reading something that made me want to pull my hair out one strand at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of all that is sacred to the binding gods I beseech everyone to please not put in details that don't matter. If they don't contribute to the depth of the heroine or the hero or the progression of the plot or their arc then leave it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to see her go to the bathroom unless her hero is the Tidibowl man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my personal opinion as a reader and I'm sure people would disagree. Sprinkling in a few quirky characteristics and mannerisms is a great way to enhance a character. Everyone does it. Or at least the authors with memorable characters do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3955114799645128366?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3955114799645128366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3955114799645128366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3955114799645128366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3955114799645128366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/details.html' title='Details'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-9132060201310984946</id><published>2008-07-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:45:29.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! One More Week</title><content type='html'>*Squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week and I'm off for San Francisco. Okay, it's really 8 days, but I still can't believe it's just around the corner. Today I need to make a list of all the things that I need to pack (because I will invariably forget something), and a list of things I still need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the small things that will get me - like testing the batteries in my camera, and packing extras in the bag just in case. And what about that tiny little lithium battery buried in the back of the camera? You know, the one I shoved in there like two years ago when I got the camera as a gift and haven't replaced. Yeah, little things like that will creep up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are all those things not conference related that have to be done. At the top of that list is cleaning. *sigh* I so wish that wasn't necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-9132060201310984946?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9132060201310984946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=9132060201310984946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9132060201310984946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9132060201310984946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-one-more-week.html' title='OMG! One More Week'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8179860131344417371</id><published>2008-07-10T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:09:49.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't This Cool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SHZriVPP8eI/AAAAAAAAACA/A9hflaC5SZ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SHZriVPP8eI/AAAAAAAAACA/A9hflaC5SZ8/s320/IMAGE_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221479055543497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for interesting work environments. I stumbled across this one recently. Isn't this the coolest atrium area? My photography skills with my cell phone still need a bit of honing, but I thought this was one of the most calm and serene places I've run across so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running water rushing down the rocks filters through the glass of the offices with windows facing into the atrium. The few days the pump went out and had to be replaced I could tell a difference in the people that worked there. They had grown used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you add that atrium, expand it just a tad and the super, smoking hot guy I met in that building and it's screaming romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8179860131344417371?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8179860131344417371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8179860131344417371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8179860131344417371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8179860131344417371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/isnt-this-cool.html' title='Isn&apos;t This Cool?'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SHZriVPP8eI/AAAAAAAAACA/A9hflaC5SZ8/s72-c/IMAGE_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4892194666182936990</id><published>2008-07-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:54:52.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Is A Crazy Thing</title><content type='html'>The mind is an amazing tool. It can take you places that can thrill you. Or terrify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my WIP that I'm working on right now is an erotic paranormal that features three ghost riders. They're good guys, but last night I'm going to bed and my mind is still in that world. I'm thinking about them and all the demons their battling when I hear the high pitched meeeewwwwwwlllll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really the best that I, as a mere human, can do to impersonate it. Now I have two cats for those that didn't know that. One is very outgoing, vocal and quite demanding. The other one is very shy and soft spoken. She never wants anything except lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I hear the high pitched sound coming from the quiet one that is a bit freaky. At this point it's almost midnight. I assumed at first it was a bug and that she'd conquer and slay it without my help if that's the case. Unfortunately they sometimes infiltrate our humble abode, but both the furred queens of the household are quite good at dealing with them since I am a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About thirty seconds later I hear the vocal cat hiss. And growl. And do the high pitched noise. Er. That is not the bug radar going off. That's just freaky crazy nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not a clue what it was. My brain was processing the fact that it was a ghost and it wasn't about to let me go in there. LOL. No way. No how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my freaky story for the day. What about you? Anything strange happen that makes your brain shut you down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4892194666182936990?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4892194666182936990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4892194666182936990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4892194666182936990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4892194666182936990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-is-crazy-thing.html' title='The Mind Is A Crazy Thing'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3688225779807378711</id><published>2008-07-08T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:17:32.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk Tea</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I'm going to San Francisco. Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interesting side note - my cat is already inside of my suitcase. I made the mistake of taking it down the other day. She knows something is up.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm there I may get the chance to experiment with some tea. Now I know it may come as a shock to some of you, so you may want to sit down for this. I'm a southerner. Specifically a Texan. I don't remember ever drinking tea while it was hot. Doing that sort of thing as a child got your hands spatted by my grandma with a small lecture on patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced tea ruled my household, and it still does. I remember when my grandmother's house burned down that my little brother was helping to remove some of the salvageable items. The first thing he carried out was her iced tea pitcher. He thought it had magical powers I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up thinking Lipton was it. Give me a packet of sweetener and lemon (although I'd prefer lime) and I'm done. But I'm always up for experimentation and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are some good teas to try? Green teas, black teas, organic teas. Oh. My. Why so many choices? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your tea of choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3688225779807378711?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3688225779807378711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3688225779807378711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3688225779807378711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3688225779807378711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-talk-tea.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Tea'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3362680743829961482</id><published>2008-07-06T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:23:00.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Awwwwww Moments</title><content type='html'>So I wandered into IHOP to have breakfast this morning. Have you ever been a restaurant that wasn't that crowded yet they still feel the need to stairstack people on top of each other like they're trying to play Jenga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well now you know what I felt like when I sat down and ordered my drink. But after a few moments, the next layer got put right beside me and I got the opportunity to overhear one of the most touching moments ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to warn you this is one of those times that after reading this you may look at your significant other and try to compare him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this small boy, I'd guess maybe about 9 at the oldest, comes in with a man that I assume at first is his father. They order their drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have to understand they are practically in my lap so I can hear the guy's booming voice very clearly. In the first few moments, I figure out he isn't the boy's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thanks the boy for coming out to breakfast with him because he wanted to get away from the womenfolk (I know let's just move past that one) and have a man to man talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point the boy sits up in his chair and pulls at his shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tells the boy he wanted to get his feedback on how he thought things were going. Since he had been the man of the house before he married his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay at this point I want to clone the man. How cool is this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy fiddles for a while and then tells the man that he's been doing a good job. His mom smiles a lot more and she laughs and that makes him and his little sister really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. My. God. Where are the kleenex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boy says "And you treat us really good. Like you're our dad. And we're okay with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm ashamed to report that I lost the conversation at that point. I'm only human. You set bacon and eggs in front of me and the entire world drifts away. It's me and my protein, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't that make you want to clone that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my meal, I noticed that the boy had moved to sit right beside the man. And he was showing him how to play some game on a handheld player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the smile on his young face spoke a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3362680743829961482?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3362680743829961482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3362680743829961482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3362680743829961482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3362680743829961482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-those-awwwwww-moments.html' title='One Of Those Awwwwww Moments'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8248260155902649643</id><published>2008-07-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:51:56.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Makeover</title><content type='html'>*looks around and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you like the new look? Hats off to the lovely and incredible talent of Rae Monet for crafting such a marvelous home for moi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new face on my website has put me in the mood to do a bit of summer creative cleansing. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I'd love to think that I'm going to have time to write ALL the stories that I get ideas for, reality dictates that isn't going to be feasible. So, it's time for me to sit down and give all those sprawled notes and quickly jotted ideas serious consideration and move some of them into a "probably not" notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hurt. But sometimes purging is needed, and getting rid of stale ideas that I probably won't get around to writing will leave room for new ones. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, one of my single titles is officially complete - editing and all. And barring any huge issues, it will have two playmates very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this mean the great agent hunt is about to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a fabulous 4th of July. Happy creative cleansing, and may your weekend be filled with books :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8248260155902649643?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8248260155902649643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8248260155902649643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8248260155902649643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8248260155902649643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-makeover.html' title='Summer Makeover'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3027610949302913335</id><published>2008-06-19T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:42:24.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous House Keeping</title><content type='html'>*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Cara Carnes and I'm an Office Depot addict. Oh, wait. That's a different blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few things that are happening right now in case you are wondering: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawing the contest winners tomorrow and will announce the winner(s) this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, my website will be undergoing a facelift very soon. Hopefully we'll get that up and running without issues. (I say we as if I'm really doing anything! I am so html challenged it isn't even funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing wise there are so many things happening... I'm almost finished with three single titles. And I honestly can't pick a favorite. *sigh*  It's like being asked to choose your favorite child. I just simply cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Oh yes. I have a few promo items... some pens, some really cool note pads and some canvas totes. Now the totes aren't overly huge, but they are pretty cool. If you'd like some of these items, post a comment or shoot me an email... Email would be best so you can give me your address at the same time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3027610949302913335?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3027610949302913335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3027610949302913335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3027610949302913335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3027610949302913335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/06/miscellaneous-house-keeping.html' title='Miscellaneous House Keeping'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2217104639496058662</id><published>2008-06-11T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:26:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You My Dear Sweet Tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SFBRBnQ1INI/AAAAAAAAABs/YDXrztHwvJw/s1600-h/Map+of+Tomato.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SFBRBnQ1INI/AAAAAAAAABs/YDXrztHwvJw/s320/Map+of+Tomato.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210753857028956370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I am a huge sandwich lover. I could eat them everyday at each meal and never complain. But alas, not even the sandwich is the same without my tomato. When are they coming back to me???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if you live in one of those lucky states that aren't green on this map, have a tomato or two for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2217104639496058662?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2217104639496058662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2217104639496058662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2217104639496058662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2217104639496058662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-you-my-dear-sweet-tomato.html' title='I Miss You My Dear Sweet Tomato'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/SFBRBnQ1INI/AAAAAAAAABs/YDXrztHwvJw/s72-c/Map+of+Tomato.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7733314983307179379</id><published>2008-06-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:07:01.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Have To Ask</title><content type='html'>So I started a new job today. Yay! Anywho... I noticed something that I found very interesting inside of the boss's office. He has no pictures of his wife in his office, but his desk is covered... and I do mean covered... with pics of his two sons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now originally I thought maybe it was a breakup or divorce. But nope. He's wearing a ring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to ask...if you were his wife wouldn't that tick you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean not one single picture. Not even a postage stamp sized one buried at the back behind the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... just curious if I was the only one that would get annoyed with that if it was was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7733314983307179379?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7733314983307179379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7733314983307179379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7733314983307179379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7733314983307179379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-have-to-ask.html' title='I Just Have To Ask'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2402959621449053015</id><published>2008-05-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:33:40.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter of Apology</title><content type='html'>So I spent today getting updates ready for my website - check it often because a contest page is about to go up with a splash:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was a very bad Cara today and I must confess my sin. This is my letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my first love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I cheated on you today. After 35 years of giving me the best you have to offer, you did not deserve such thoughtless actions on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to excuse my actions other than the offer was too tempting, too succulent and too sweet to pass up. But I was awashed with guilt afterwards and found myself regretting the succulent flavor that I had enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Grape Jelly. I will never cheat on you again.  If you can find it in your bottle to forgive me, I swear it will be you, me and peanut butter forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your still my favorite,&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2402959621449053015?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2402959621449053015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2402959621449053015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2402959621449053015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2402959621449053015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-letter-of-apology.html' title='My Letter of Apology'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5985582201046812560</id><published>2008-05-03T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:53:21.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Friend Are You?</title><content type='html'>Okay I was watching that Nationwide commercial earlier. You know. The one where the friend is watching out the window and sees all these horrendous things to their friend's car yet says nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to the realization that if my friends were to do that to me - not tell me something horrible was happening to my car and had no reaction to it whatsoever - I'd have to seriously go medieval on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just isn't in our nature to behave like the people in that commercial. I guess that's why I have such wonderful friends. They would react how I would if I saw it happening. And I'd do the same for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to having great friends. May be well all continue to be a great friend to those around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5985582201046812560?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5985582201046812560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5985582201046812560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5985582201046812560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5985582201046812560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-kind-of-friend-are-you.html' title='What Kind Of Friend Are You?'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8559785340747596515</id><published>2008-04-24T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:37:38.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It's that time again.  Time to weed through the clutter in my closets and wonder where everything came from in the first place.  I mean seriously.  Why do I have like 4 different things of binder clips?  Are they procreating?  I think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the inevitable stash of cat toys.  If you have a feline friend, you know exactly what I am talking about.  The corner that only &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; know about that you find three months afterwards.  All those toy mice that I thought got lost?  Yeah. They are gutted and decapitated in a mass grave in the farthest corner of my closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the books.  Books, books everywhere.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8559785340747596515?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8559785340747596515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8559785340747596515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8559785340747596515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8559785340747596515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3047530453982166342</id><published>2008-04-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:31:48.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Furred Muse</title><content type='html'>Well, apparently one of my cats is into romance now.  She has given up all hopes of getting attention while I am writing and has decided the best defense is a good offense.  Her newest habit?  Perching herself on the desk right beside my right hand facing the monitor as if she's reading what I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm just glad she can't really read lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3047530453982166342?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3047530453982166342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3047530453982166342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3047530453982166342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3047530453982166342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/04/furred-muse.html' title='The Furred Muse'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8263986512395725043</id><published>2008-03-21T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:26:08.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out The Latest Release by Emily Ryan Davis</title><content type='html'>Emily and I will be chatting Tuesday afternoon at the EC Chat Loop.  Hope to see you there!  Until then, you can tide yourself over with this hot read that released today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She believed the man didn't matter as long as he said yes - until the wrong man vowed to love her beneath....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the Trees in Pearl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Ryan-Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916687"&gt;Available March 21 at Ellora's Cave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signed and paid for by one brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Carver didn't order a wife, but he couldn't turn away from Margaret Redde's lush mouth and proper manners. Could he keep up his brother's deception and make her stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Set on fire by the other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted security and didn't care where it came from - one brother was as good as the other - until Ethan touched her. One night in his arms changed everything. His hot kisses sent her up in flames and taught her desires she didn't know she possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916687"&gt;Read an excerpt today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8263986512395725043?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8263986512395725043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8263986512395725043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8263986512395725043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8263986512395725043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-out-latest-release-by-emily-ryan.html' title='Check Out The Latest Release by Emily Ryan Davis'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2942879520775894675</id><published>2008-03-18T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:01:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadari Lover Available Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R-CAFYG9Q4I/AAAAAAAAABk/9jzpzQlHKrA/s1600-h/cadarilover_msr_300dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R-CAFYG9Q4I/AAAAAAAAABk/9jzpzQlHKrA/s320/cadarilover_msr_300dpi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179280401335403394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadari Lover&lt;br /&gt;Cara Carnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One horrendous act meant to destroy her. Only one night to fulfill a lifetime of passion. Could fate be this cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina Daniels has lusted for her sexy Cadari friend for years but never acted on it. When the opportunity presented itself she ran, only to find herself in the hands of his enemies. Forcefully converted to the sexual being known across the universe as tagratis, she is now doomed to spend an eternity unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandos Strabuquar hates himself for not protecting Rina. He never should have allowed her to remain on his planet, even if it was just for a visit.  An aquamarine necklace and an experimental drug are their only hope. Will it be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now at &lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/"&gt;Ellora’s Cave&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2942879520775894675?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2942879520775894675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2942879520775894675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2942879520775894675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2942879520775894675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/cadari-lover-available-today_18.html' title='Cadari Lover Available Today'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R-CAFYG9Q4I/AAAAAAAAABk/9jzpzQlHKrA/s72-c/cadarilover_msr_300dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-9043951513863451841</id><published>2008-03-14T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:21:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Release Celebration</title><content type='html'>Well, release day is coming up on Wednesday for Cadari Lover.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, I am giving away a $20 gift certificate to Bath &amp; Body Works.  All you have to do is either comment here, or join my yahoo group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnner will be selected on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-9043951513863451841?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9043951513863451841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=9043951513863451841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9043951513863451841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9043951513863451841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/pre-release-celebration.html' title='Pre-Release Celebration'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1963808029594700889</id><published>2008-03-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:54:30.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my sweet Sven</title><content type='html'>How do I love thee?  Let me count the words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's a bit much but I couldn't resist.  Have you seen his picture?  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a day late posting the first round but I was writing last night:)  That counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Saturday, March 1st I have sweated out 8300 words for my sweet Sven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, now that it is March we are getting our first icky weather day here in Austin, Texas.  At least the ickiest one I remember in quite a while.  I know, I have no right to complain.  But seriously, our roads down here turn into slip and slides when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post up an announcement reminder tomorrow, but I will be chatting Saturday evening at Writerspace with the fabulously talented Patti Fischer.  We will both be discussing our upcoming releases.  So, I really hope you can stop in at 9 p.m. EST and have some fun with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have a cover for Cadari Lover.  Yay!  It's going up on my website very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already done so, join my Yahoo Group for some fabulous upcoming contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1963808029594700889?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1963808029594700889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1963808029594700889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1963808029594700889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1963808029594700889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-sweet-sven.html' title='Oh my sweet Sven'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7786071850663465303</id><published>2008-03-01T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T05:48:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventy Days Of Sweat - Here I Go</title><content type='html'>Well, I went AWOL on the first one and pretended I didn't notice the second.  They say third time is the charm... we'll see whether it is or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts today.  My goal? Two completed WIP... preferably more, but we will see what Sven has in store for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7786071850663465303?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://70daysofsweat.com/wordpress/archives/168#comment-10622' title='Seventy Days Of Sweat - Here I Go'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7786071850663465303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7786071850663465303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7786071850663465303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7786071850663465303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/seventy-days-of-sweat-here-i-go.html' title='Seventy Days Of Sweat - Here I Go'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7592958572607966909</id><published>2008-02-25T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:25:25.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When?</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the post office today and while standing in line I found myself remembering when my imagination had complete reign.  A little girl in front of me spent at least 30 minutes talking to her imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination was so much more vivid when I was a child.  I had a spaceship that followed me around everywhere and I cannot tell you how many trips I went on where my entire focus was scouting out locations for that invisible spaceship to land.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours doing this, but you know, I had a blast and my family sure didn't mind I bet because I was always so quiet and captivated by the landscaping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want my invisible friends in their bad-ass spaceship back, but I do miss them and hope they have found a home in another child's mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to keeping just a bit of that child alive in us all...even if it's just a memory while standing in the longest, slowest line there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7592958572607966909?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7592958572607966909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7592958572607966909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7592958572607966909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7592958572607966909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-when.html' title='Remember When?'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-985769048790077437</id><published>2008-02-20T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:51:34.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't People Think Before They Hit Send?</title><content type='html'>How did the old addage "Think before you speak" not translate into the typed e-mail messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received an e-mail that sent me straight over the edge into pissed.  It was an article link about some political opinions.  I won't go into detais because it's unnecessary.  But the end of the article referred to the fact that they were hoping Hilary Clinton would become the Democratic candidate so that they could beat her like a drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether I'm a liberal or a conservative, a Republican or a Democrat.  Why would someone who is a woman forward garbage like that to everyone they know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-985769048790077437?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/985769048790077437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=985769048790077437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/985769048790077437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/985769048790077437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-dont-people-think-before-they-hit.html' title='Why Don&apos;t People Think Before They Hit Send?'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6552086389801961064</id><published>2008-01-17T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:35:30.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather</title><content type='html'>Well, it's cold outside here in Texas and I heard that it might rain.  Oh, and I have one killer cold.  Or flu.  Or Cedar fever.  I'm not quite sure which one it is yet, but whatever it is I want it to go away. *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, I think I have finally managed to teach my cat that it's really okay if I don't wake up every hour on the hour during the night.  Yay!  Hey, it's the small victories that I am proudest of today.  That one, along with teaching both my cats that the window ledge in our living room IS big enough for them to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curled up with my chicken soup and watching Oprah. Oh my.  The conversations we have on TV these days lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!  What small victory are you proud of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6552086389801961064?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6552086389801961064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6552086389801961064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6552086389801961064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6552086389801961064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/01/under-weather.html' title='Under The Weather'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8026166759605072405</id><published>2008-01-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:49:08.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Cara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Passion&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Daring&lt;br /&gt;1 part Brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over ice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8026166759605072405?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8026166759605072405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8026166759605072405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8026166759605072405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8026166759605072405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipe-for-cara-3-parts-passion-2-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7100282988983578207</id><published>2008-01-05T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:23:15.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Scramble</title><content type='html'>Why do I constantly do this to myself?  I spend the entire week working the day job, doing a few minor chores around the house, and then writing as much as I can.  But deep down, there's a part of me that is craving the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  I have images of getting so much accomplished.  My list begins on Thursday. It grows as my anxiousness increases.  Then it comes.  Friday afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Saturday and it's almost noon.  How much of that list has gotten done?  Yeah you guessed it.  Not nearly what I expected...lol.  I've done some writing, and started a load of laundry.  That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Are you able to accomplish everything you set out to do on the weekends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7100282988983578207?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7100282988983578207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7100282988983578207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7100282988983578207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7100282988983578207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-scramble.html' title='The Weekend Scramble'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2484097572953256037</id><published>2007-12-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:48:28.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of the year yet again.  Time to resolve what I will do in 2008. Some years I invest more determination in goals, and some years I don't bother to set any.  This year, I am making a list of things I want to accomplish before year end.  I've just begun, so I'm sure it will get longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet - Yeah.  It's always on there but has yet to actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise - Again.  Always there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my muse has a very long list...lol.  I won't bore you with all the details, but suffice it to say she intends to finish everything that is a WIP right now. Oh yeah, and she wants an agent. *sigh*  I'd better rest up cause 2008 is going to be a great year!  I'll get a better list together and post it later. *grin* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you resolving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2484097572953256037?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2484097572953256037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2484097572953256037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2484097572953256037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2484097572953256037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-912080796116249350</id><published>2007-12-19T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:34:13.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Songs</title><content type='html'>Okay, so what are your favorite Christmas songs?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to hear the same ones every year, but never tire of them.  From the serious slower songs like Silent Night to the hilarious ones like My Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself humming Jingle Bells and Rudolph quite a bit during the work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-912080796116249350?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/912080796116249350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=912080796116249350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/912080796116249350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/912080796116249350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1734354282560199303</id><published>2007-12-17T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:50:37.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Depression</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone.  I have decided to get serious for a moment and discuss something that lurks around this time of the year.  Seasonal depression.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this blog only because I have lost two people very close to me to suicide; and both of those people took their lives in the last part of December. I'm not going to get weepy, or lecture.  I merely want to give people a list of symptoms to look for in your friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an expert, not am I going to pretend to be.  So, if you feel I missed something then by all means post a comment and add it.  Together maybe we can help someone that is suffering from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms that most people have: (Some of them, if not all)&lt;br /&gt;1. Depressed Mood&lt;br /&gt;2. Loss of interest in activities they normally find enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;3. Loss of energy; fatigue&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling of hopelessness or worthlessness&lt;br /&gt;5. Poor concentration &lt;br /&gt;6. Recurring thoughts of death or suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above symptoms are found in many different types of depression, and I strongly encourage anyone to seek professional medical advice if they are something you experience.  Seasonal depression reoccurs during specific seasons, and returns each year.  Since this is winter, I am only going to list the symptoms common to season affective disorder (SAD):&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping more than usual&lt;br /&gt;2. Weight gain&lt;br /&gt;3. Craving for sugar, starchy food, or alcohol&lt;br /&gt;4. Conflicts with other people&lt;br /&gt;5. Heaviness of arms or legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this information is easily locatable on a variety of internet resources.  I used emedicinehealth.com.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time out of your hectic day to pay special attention to your friends, family and loved ones this time of the year.  Be there without them having to ask, because I can tell you from personal experience few will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's busy world, it is so easy to overlook those around you.  Please do not do that.  There are so many factors that feed this insidious problem, but there is help.  Do not be afraid to talk to someone or seek assistance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1734354282560199303?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1734354282560199303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1734354282560199303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1734354282560199303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1734354282560199303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasonal-depression.html' title='Seasonal Depression'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1575233712451065454</id><published>2007-12-11T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:26:08.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Forgotten Treasures</title><content type='html'>Well, I took it upon myself to dust the other day.  Those who know me know that I rarely do this task; housekeeping is so not my favorite thing to do.  Anyway,  it was amazing to me to find all of the books I had on my bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other avid reader, there are tons of them.  I usually don't keep books around though.  I always find a new home for them after I have read them, unless they are from a favorite author.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still managed to find books I had no idea I had.  I don't even remember reading them, yet I must have at some point.  Some of these were historicals, some contemporary.  I guess I have a new TBR pile going now...lol.  The authors aren't ones I am familiar with, so I don't know my default whether they are keepers or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1575233712451065454?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1575233712451065454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1575233712451065454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1575233712451065454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1575233712451065454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/discovering-forgotten-treasures.html' title='Discovering Forgotten Treasures'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5577844666555861502</id><published>2007-12-07T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:22:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cooking</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is all about the sweet treats I love during the Christmas season.  Nothing seems to ring in the holiday better than a great piece of fudge or my grandmother's divinity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going to bite the bullet this year and attempt to make some myself.  Now, this may not scare many of you.  But those that know me are aware of the fact that I am not a baker at heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't use a thermometer in the kitchen in my life depended on it.  I certainly do not know how to do that thing with the ball of stuff in the water to see if it's ready.  You know what I mean, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  I'm baking illiterate.  Now, I know there are easier recipes out there.  I'm sure I'll break down and use one of them.  But I truly detest this inept side of myself.  I like to be as well rounded as possible, and my inability to function with serious baking has got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want to forget the way things were.  I want to be able to do things the way they were done before the microwave, and before the easy bake creations I love so much. It's tradition, and at this time of the year I want that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see a hoard of firemen headed down the highway and you're in my neck of the woods you know it's me.  Burning the fudge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5577844666555861502?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5577844666555861502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5577844666555861502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5577844666555861502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5577844666555861502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-cooking.html' title='Holiday Cooking'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6929661451874477283</id><published>2007-12-06T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:30:34.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Tonight</title><content type='html'>I'll be over at RWAOnline tonight chatting about &lt;em&gt;Warrior's Paradise&lt;/em&gt;.  Linnea Sinclair will be there to talk about her latest release, &lt;em&gt;The Down Home Zombie Blues&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Live Chat begins at 9:00 EST in RWAOnline's Chat room.  I hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.rwaonlinechapter.org/chat.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is type a name (whatever you want to use) in Username and hit Login.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rwaonlinechapter.org/chat.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6929661451874477283?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6929661451874477283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6929661451874477283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6929661451874477283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6929661451874477283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/chat-tonight.html' title='Chat Tonight'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6891225384075058380</id><published>2007-12-05T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:18:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season To Experiment.....</title><content type='html'>Okay.  Minds out of the gutters.  I'm talking about food here people...lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something different today.  Plain, cultured, organic yogurt.  Guess what?  I hated it.  Yep, that should come as much of a surprise.  I happen to like my flavor, thank you very much.  I will just stick with my Key Lime Pie yogurt with some granola mixed in and be a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did make me think.  I tend to get stuck in ruts when it comes to my food choices.  I eat the same things again and again.  It's sometimes hard to pull myself up out of that rut I'm in.  But I'm really pretty happy there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I work with were shocked that I didn't realize The Cheesecake Factory had more than cheesecake.  And they were astounded to discover I have never had a Philly Cheesesteak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in Texas.  I don't plan to try one down here.  I think I'll wait until I'm a little closer to homebase for that last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Have you tried anything different? Is there anything you refuse to try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6891225384075058380?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6891225384075058380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6891225384075058380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6891225384075058380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6891225384075058380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-experiment.html' title='Tis The Season To Experiment.....'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2165580913402332928</id><published>2007-12-02T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:36:36.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Chat with Me Tuesday Dec 4th.</title><content type='html'>Mark your calendars.  I will be in the RRT Chat room getting grilled, as will the phenominally talented Linnea Sinclair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be talking about &lt;em&gt;Warrior's Paradise&lt;/em&gt;, and Linnea will be talking about her latest release, &lt;em&gt;The Down Home Zombie Blues&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a blast, and you never know what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.romrevtoday.com&lt;br /&gt;9:oo P.M. EST&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 4th&lt;br /&gt;Click on RRT Chat on the left side of the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2165580913402332928?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://client0.addonchat.com/sc.php?id=102122' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2165580913402332928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2165580913402332928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2165580913402332928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2165580913402332928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/come-chat-with-me-tuesday-dec-4th.html' title='Come Chat with Me Tuesday Dec 4th.'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2561592933356900124</id><published>2007-12-01T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:55:20.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping Dilemna</title><content type='html'>What do you buy for the person that has everything?  Well, my uncle is exactly like that.  He has what he wants, and if he needs anything else I certainly can't see what it is. He has no hobbies to speak of, so that isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think shirts were always good.  I mean, who wouldn't like more shirts?  But years worth of shirts sit unused in his closet.  *Sigh* It's just an impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there anyone on your shopping list that is simly impossible to buy for?  What do you get them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2561592933356900124?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2561592933356900124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2561592933356900124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2561592933356900124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2561592933356900124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-shopping-dilemna.html' title='Christmas Shopping Dilemna'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5991891656800911100</id><published>2007-11-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:01:54.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Things On Your Computer/Laptop</title><content type='html'>I noticed something this morning.  If anyone who didn't know me ever looked through my laptop's files, they would probably get the wrong impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my WIP isn't titled in the beginning stages.  So, to keep everything straight and organized I use the heroine's first name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my folder labeled research is an eclectic mix of information on a variety of subjects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that the files on a computer can tell you a lot about the person.  Mine is filled with ebooks.  Tons of them.  And my writing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is on your computer that might confuse someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5991891656800911100?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5991891656800911100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5991891656800911100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5991891656800911100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5991891656800911100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-things-on-your.html' title='Interesting Things On Your Computer/Laptop'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5614728393443857551</id><published>2007-11-27T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:15:15.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior's Paradise Releases Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R0wJC3Sm4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/s9rvZ7GrDzU/s1600-h/CC_WarriorsParadise_coversm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R0wJC3Sm4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/s9rvZ7GrDzU/s320/CC_WarriorsParadise_coversm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137491219729277026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrior's Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Fantasy Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;Length: Novel&lt;br /&gt;Avaliable Now From Loose Id&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana came to Paradise to play, but that's not why she stays. Shana borrowed her adoptive sister's talisman to fulfill her sexual desires in Paradise. She didn't expect to find herself restrained and at the mercy of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. All he wants is her complete surrender -- and the one thing she can't give him: the identity of her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucian, one of the mightiest warriors of Mysk, will do whatever he must to get Shana to submit -- in every way. The more she resists, the more determined he becomes, only her surrender is not enough. Now he finds his duty fueled by hunger to have her for his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana's more than willing to give herself, but there's the small matter of her loyalties. She can only stay in Paradise as a warrior's mate. And to become Lucian's mate, she will need to pass two terrible ordeals that lead her through her darkest sexual fantasies and beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt: Click &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/CCWaPaex.aspx"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/CCWaPaex.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase: Click &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=589"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5614728393443857551?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5614728393443857551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5614728393443857551' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5614728393443857551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5614728393443857551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/warriors-paradise-releases-today.html' title='Warrior&apos;s Paradise Releases Today'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/R0wJC3Sm4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/s9rvZ7GrDzU/s72-c/CC_WarriorsParadise_coversm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4807246350827951678</id><published>2007-11-24T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:29:56.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year-End Resolution Analysis</title><content type='html'>Well, I hesitate to say this because I am so not ready for it.  But, the end of the year is almost upon us.  I know, it's painful to hear, isn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I always like to do is take a look at what I wanted to accomplish during the year, and what I managed to do. It may not be resolutions made on New Year's Day, but I always have a mental list of things I wanted to do before the next year rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet&lt;/strong&gt;.  Uh yeah.  That's a four letter word and I didn't do too well with it this year.  But, there is always next year, and I haven't gained.  So, for me, that is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socialize more&lt;/strong&gt;.  I realize that sound strange, but I tend to stay in the same circles.  This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I know that it limits me.  I knew going into this year that I needed to become more social, and get to know more people.  This has been tough for me, but I think I have accomplished this.  I have met so many wonderful people online through the various groups I belong to.  I intend to continue this goal through each year, because you can never have too many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make my day job less of a priority&lt;/strong&gt;. I have always been the type of person that focused too heavily on my career.  I never quite learned how to not take it home with me, and my worries or needs from there tended to bleed over into my personal life.  This year, I have done a much better job not letting that happen.  I have my writing to thank for that, because it IS my priority now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how has your year been for you?  Anything you still want to accomplish before Dec 31st?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4807246350827951678?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4807246350827951678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4807246350827951678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4807246350827951678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4807246350827951678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/year-end-resolution-analysis.html' title='Year-End Resolution Analysis'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-813983040986445413</id><published>2007-11-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:19:42.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table For One, Please</title><content type='html'>As a single woman, I have adapted to the idea of eating out alone.  I typically choose to dine with friends, but that sometimes is not possible.  When it isn't, I always make sure I have my defense mechanisms with me: a book, a notepad, anything to make me look busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I found myself in the position of eating breakfast alone.  While driving to my family's house, I decided to stop in and grab a bite to eat.  I decided it was time to brave the lonely table without my defense system in place.  What would happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the local IHOP.  It was fairly crowded.  The first "oops" moment occurred when the waitress tried to seat me with the stranger that came in behind me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that they aren't really used to placing people at tables by themselves.  I must have committed a social faux pax by doing so, because they sat me in a section all by myself.  I guess they thought that would make me less aware of the fact that I was eating alone.  Yep, putting me in a room totally alone really keeps me from thinking about it...lol.  Thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal was pleasant, and the waiter was great.  I did notice one thing that was humorous.  I expected to be uncomfortable in the situation because it isn't something I do all the time.  I normally have a book to read, or something to keep my mind off of the fact that I am alone in public.  I didn't have a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the waiter sure did.  He spent most of his time chatting with me, mostly about subjects I knew absolutely nothing about.  I thought it was his nature, but could see him in the other section.  He made no attempt to do the same thing with his other tables.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my lesson for this weekend: I can eat out by myself without an arm full of defense mechanisms and actually enjoy the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-813983040986445413?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/813983040986445413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=813983040986445413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/813983040986445413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/813983040986445413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/table-for-one-please.html' title='Table For One, Please'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8618304217942031603</id><published>2007-11-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:10:20.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of A Woman</title><content type='html'>This is too humorous to share.  My dear grandmother is 93, and she lives with my uncle.  He has been busy lately working.  Now, I will premise this by saying my uncle really does not need to work.  He's just addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother wanted to go to the grocery store yesterday.  It's a 20 mile trip, and usually takes some time.  My uncle informed her they weren't going to be able to go until Thurday, and that's only if he had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.  Oh yes.  The power of a woman.  She told him, "We'll see about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how the day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: What's for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: You get an egg.  It's the last one.  I get to cook it, give it to you and starve because we have nothing else in the house to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice guilt trip #1?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Mother, can we have tuna sandwiches for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother:  We have mayonnaise.  We don't have egg, remember?  We also don't have tuna, pickles or bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get to the lunch, I have to tell you one thing.  There is only one thing my uncle hates more than anything -- chicken.  It comes from eating too much of it growing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: I'm afraid the only thing I could find in the house to fix was chicken.  I hope you don't mind because we'll be having it the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:  We'll leave at 1:00 for the store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had been there.  God bless my grandmother.  She truly shows that a woman has the power.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother shared this with me this afternoon and I still can't stop laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8618304217942031603?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8618304217942031603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8618304217942031603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8618304217942031603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8618304217942031603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/power-of-woman.html' title='The Power of A Woman'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-9113815871604427740</id><published>2007-11-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:44:24.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Productive Morning</title><content type='html'>I love my cats for not knowing the difference between a work week and the weekend.  They always wake me up at the same time, regardless of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them I have gotten 25 pages written this morning!  Two paws up to the felines around the world for their wonderful internal clocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-9113815871604427740?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9113815871604427740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=9113815871604427740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9113815871604427740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/9113815871604427740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-productive-morning.html' title='What A Productive Morning'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1134822923038359819</id><published>2007-11-01T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:51:17.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Day Job Becomes Annoying</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to hate my day job.  I've always been a diligent worker and devoted to my job, but as I find myself delving into my writing more and more I find myself becoming easily annoyed with the work that drives me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning here right now and I should be getting in my car right now to drive to work.  But my internal muse is sulking and pitching a fit.  She hates sitting there in that cube, working with numbers and spreadsheets all day.  She detests having to answer the same questions over, and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell her we need to do it.  So she tortures me all day coming up with creative lines of dialogue I couldn't possibly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I find myself getting distracted and not liking work.  That isn't me, but I can't seem to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1134822923038359819?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1134822923038359819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1134822923038359819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1134822923038359819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1134822923038359819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-day-job-becomes-annoying.html' title='When The Day Job Becomes Annoying'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6680599504120728949</id><published>2007-10-30T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:41:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promo: A Rose of Any Colour: Male Dom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A ROSE OF ANY COLOUR: MALE DOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Available Tuesday, Oct 30: an e-book from Freya's Bower!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/286/79/"&gt;Warm up this fall with six sensual tales of dominance and submission, pain and pleasure, and the loves that blossom from surrender. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release, anthology authors Katrina Strauss, Kayleigh Jamison, and Emily Ryan-Davis invite you to win a $30 gift certificate to JT's Stockroom, an adult toy store. E-mail roseanthologies@gmail.com and tell us your favorite online resource for BDSM fiction, lifestyle information, or sexy props, and head on over to http://www.stockroom.com to build your wish list. The contest winner will be announced at by 11:59 PM Wednesday, Oct 31. Gift certificate will be delivered via e-mail. Time is running out - enter soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emilyryandavis.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/bdsmmaleweb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in the anthology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Bended Knees by Canice Brown-Porter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan has finally found her place in the world...at Lord Evan's feet. But will he accept her as his submissive after her training or must she find another Dom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Book of Fantasies by Miranda Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn couldn't have been more surprised than when her boyfriend of three months suddenly kidnaps her and drags her to an abandoned train car. She doesn't know whether she's going to be tortured to death or remain for his pleasure, so why is she titillated by the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Scandalous Arrangement by Kayleigh Jameson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-bred lady and a rakish earl escape the ton and shed their inhibitions in A Scandalous Arrangement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold into the service of a brothel madame to satisfy her brother's gambling debts, Lady Anna Boscawen finds herself catapulted into the scandalous, seedy underbelly of the ton when she is given a new name and her virginity is auctioned off to the highest bidder. Vere Fane, Earl of Westmorland is rich, powerful, and devilishly handsome, known throughout society for his carnal inclination and the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon the women he alternately ravages and worships. Bound together by unusual circumstances, Vere leads Anna through a whirlwind of emotions, teaching her to find the ultimate freedom - in submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unwrapping Amy by Emily Ryan-Davis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Mac Corcoran have known one another for 20 years. They've been lovers for 16. Married for 14. Twenty years, and they still have secrets. Will confession hold them together or tear them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Efflorescence by Katrina Strauss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the spring of 1920. The wholesome Gibson girl is fading from grace, while the spirited Flapper has yet to emerge. In the midst of this transition, a young and bored Hannah struggles to find her place. When she models for Russian painter Pavel, she meets a kindred restless spirit. As their friendship evolves, their sessions lead both to question their taboo desires. But as Hannah and Pavel gradually explore these desires, can they also find room in their lives for love? With themes of bondage, and a guest appearance by a young Anais Nin, Efflorescence explores one girl's coming-of-age at a time when women, as a whole, redefined their role in a changing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touching Down by Joe Wilson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe flies a thousand miles to give a pink rose to a woman he calls Pita, and to demand she submit. When she obeys, he challenges her values and fears with lust and pain … six miles above the ground … in a lavish casino resort … at a pillar with a whip and a poem, and that damn pink rose. On an unlikely journey, a jaded dominant and a wary divorcee begin an adventure that will take the rest of their lives and teach them once again about love and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/286/79/"&gt;Buy Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6680599504120728949?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6680599504120728949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6680599504120728949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6680599504120728949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6680599504120728949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/promo-rose-of-any-colour-male-dom.html' title='Promo: A Rose of Any Colour: Male Dom'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5415332120864173276</id><published>2007-10-29T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:12:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RWA Online Chat Tomorrow Night</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!It's that time again! Time for our new releases chat at RWA Online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us on Tuesday, October 30th from 9pm to 10pm EST to chat with our featured authors that have new releases for the month of November! We'll be chatting with the lovely Linnea Sinclair and the charming Cara Carnes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be talking about their releases for the month of November, and giving away prizes! Linnea will be chatting about THE DOWN HOME ZOMBIE BLUES set to be released on November 27th. Cara will be chatting about her upcoming release with Loose Id, WARRIOR'S PARADISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have some great doorprizes being offered! Linnea will be offering three doorprizes! One doorprize will be a rain cheque for a signed copy of THE DOWN HOME ZOMBIE BLUES--winner will recieve their copy when the book is released. She'll also be offering two copies of calendars for 2008 featuring THE DOWN HOME ZOMBIE BLUES book cover art! So, don't miss out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rwaonlinechapter.org/chat.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.rwaonlinechapter.org/chat.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5415332120864173276?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5415332120864173276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5415332120864173276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5415332120864173276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5415332120864173276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/rwa-online-chat-tomorrow-night.html' title='RWA Online Chat Tomorrow Night'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6660140960511005004</id><published>2007-10-28T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:30:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You See Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Oh the fun of living in the city.  I say this with sarcasm, by the way. This morning I was working on my writing and one of my cats was diligently making as much noise as she could playing with the blinds of the window behind me.  Eventually the muse had enough of the noise so I got up to move her from the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right outside of this window is a fence that partitions my place from the one next door.  But their land is slightly elevated, so from this window it is unfortunately easy to see into the yard next door.  Even when you really aren't trying to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my neighbors next door decided to try voyerism this morning because they were having sex right there in the backyard against a tree. It took me a second to realize what I was seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they really need a higher fence.  And I certainly won't be opening those blinds for a long time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6660140960511005004?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6660140960511005004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6660140960511005004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6660140960511005004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6660140960511005004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-you-see-sometimes.html' title='The Things You See Sometimes'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2528709601636609860</id><published>2007-10-27T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T06:11:51.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking The Power Back</title><content type='html'>The other day I had my fortune told.  It was part of a charity silent auction we did at work, and my bid was one of the winners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into it a bit skeptical because I had never had something like that done before.  But the man that did it was very interesting.  He was a licensed psychic counselor.  I found the experience to be very interesting and enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reading was very positive, and he spent a lot of time talking about how wonderful my recent decision was.  It was meant to be, he said.  Now I had not said anything at all to him about anything.  So when he mentioned writing, I'm sure my eyes got a bit big. But I was told I am finally forging down the path that I should have been on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice to know.  I wish they'd help guide me toward the ending of my wips....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was told that I needed to take my power back.  Someone has been taking my power from me when I wasn't looking.  My power chakra is apparently partially blocked as well.  He told me one way to begin cleansing this chakra was through positive affirmations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a very good experience.  I also find myself wanting to go to a second psychic reader and have him/her read me.  You know I want verification.  A test of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention this little morsel of info.  He told me I had a spirit in my house.  He said spirit and I immediately thought of my liquor.  But apparently he's talking about the bump in the night sort of spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so did not need to know about that spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of positive affirmations, I challenge everyone to post one good thing about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin: I am very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2528709601636609860?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2528709601636609860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2528709601636609860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2528709601636609860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2528709601636609860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-power-back.html' title='Taking The Power Back'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8996363133702654594</id><published>2007-10-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:13:42.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Elusive Ideas</title><content type='html'>The past few nights I've had dreams that I actually woke up remembering.  For a few seconds.  I know; this isn't a strange concept for most.  But for me, it is.  I typically do not recall my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying part is that I leap out of bed practically shouting, "Eureka!  That's a perfect book!"  By the time I get something to write it down on, the entire thing is gone.  Why must the muse tease me this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried the notebook by the bed with a pen.  I wake up and the pen isn't there anymore.  One of my two cats managed to drag it away at some point in the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a question for anyone reading this: Do you have any tricks you do to remember what you dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but find it amusing that those dreams and thoughts you wish would go away never do, yet the ones you want the most seem to vanish in literally the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8996363133702654594?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8996363133702654594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8996363133702654594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8996363133702654594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8996363133702654594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/those-elusive-ideas.html' title='Those Elusive Ideas'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6700087923013008932</id><published>2007-10-07T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:12:57.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Got My Cover - Warrior's Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/RwlLCQ02EWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aJeDVCJPtgY/s1600-h/CC_WarriorsParadise_coverlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118704953731715426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/RwlLCQ02EWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aJeDVCJPtgY/s320/CC_WarriorsParadise_coverlg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARRIOR'S PARADISE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Cara Carnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover by: Christine Clavel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Release date November 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISBN: 978-1-59632-570-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Publisher: &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/default.aspx"&gt;Loose Id&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blurb:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Shana decided to fulfill her darkest fantasies, she didn't expect to find herself restrained and at the mercy of the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. All he wanted was the one thing she couldn't give him: the way she came to know of Paradise. Forced to choose between protecting her sister's identity and having the hottest sex she could ever imagine, Shana finds herself in a world she never believed existed. As passions ignite in her, Shana must choose between loyalty and duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucian, the mightiest of the warriors of Mysk, fully intends to do everything he must to get Shana to submit to his insistent demands. Suddenly he finds his duty fueled by a hunger to claim his prisoner for himself. She came to play in paradise, and he fully intends to give her more than she could have possibly imagined. As the bonds of trust and passion ignite and surround Shana and Lucian, the hardest test of all will determine their destiny. Can Shana trust herself and her warrior enough to allow herself to explore the darkest of sexual fantasies in order to remain in Paradise? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6700087923013008932?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6700087923013008932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6700087923013008932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6700087923013008932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6700087923013008932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-got-my-cover-warriors-paradise.html' title='I Just Got My Cover - Warrior&apos;s Paradise'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuZvq8IMl5o/RwlLCQ02EWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aJeDVCJPtgY/s72-c/CC_WarriorsParadise_coverlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8141188243481597461</id><published>2007-10-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:15:23.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays: Why I Love The "To Do List Day"</title><content type='html'>Fridays are wonderful.  I love them for a variety of reasons, but one of the most surprising one is how much I love writing up a list of "Things To Do" for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monotony of the day job during the week tends to suck out a lot of my energy and enthusiasm because I delve 100% of my energy into it.  Needless to say, that doesn't leave as much gusto in my energy tank as I'd like to accomplish things during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I have my bursts of energy where I find myself up until 1:00 a.m. pounding out my latest idea.  But that is not regular by any means.  So I rely on the weekends to get everything accomplished I want to.  Whatever I haven't gotten around to with my writing during the week, I look forward to completing during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the slate is wiped clean and another weekend is coming around the corner, I have a mighty long list of things to do.  Don't you wish weekends were 3 days long instead of 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your list of things to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8141188243481597461?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8141188243481597461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8141188243481597461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8141188243481597461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8141188243481597461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/fridays-why-i-love-to-do-list-day.html' title='Fridays: Why I Love The &quot;To Do List Day&quot;'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-70546133335724101</id><published>2007-10-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:29:59.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.changelingpress.com/images/covers/fulls/693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.changelingpress.com/images/covers/fulls/693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obsidian Mirror by Tawny Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cover art by Sahara Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theme(s): Ménage, Witches, Wizards &amp;amp; Magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Length: Novella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Price: $3.49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year, for one magical night, they come. They take. They dominate. And then they return to their world behind the glass. Warriors from another dimension, seeking relief from their carnal hunger. But when the time is right, they must help their hostess accept her true mate, the one man who will heal her wounds and make her whole.Skylar Morissey is perfectly content to have her once-a-year carnal visit from her dominant warriors. She can have twenty-four glorious hours of no-strings, kinky sex with not one but two gorgeous hunks. What girl wouldn't love that? Sure, there are those women who might like something more stable -- more grounded in the real world -- but not this girl, nope. She has her reasons for not getting into anything too complicated, very compelling ones. Until her very real neighbor, Trace Blackshaw, makes an unexpected appearance, and a few demands of his own.Trace and Skylar share a dark past, one that has stained their souls and scarred their hearts. Skylar would rather forget. Trace cannot let it go. Nor will he let Skylar go, now that he’s found her.In the end, it will be Skylar’s choice. Submission to the one man who shares a soul-deep bond with her, or hide from the pain and content herself with one night a year with two dominant lovers…from the obsidian mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an &lt;a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/content.php?utype=note&amp;amp;uid=2200"&gt;EXCERPT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to &lt;a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&amp;amp;upt=book&amp;amp;ubid=693"&gt;BUY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-70546133335724101?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/70546133335724101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=70546133335724101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/70546133335724101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/70546133335724101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/10/obsidian-mirror-by-tawny-taylorcover.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-7187632684154810633</id><published>2007-09-23T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:05:31.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Don't you love the feeling of falling in love?  The giddy, happy feeling that seems to slip inside of your soul and bury itself there, deep down.  The rush of pure adrenaline you get when you see them. There's nothing quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always fallen in love with the characters in my writing.  Shouldn't we always?  My current WIP is no exception.  Pure joy fills me when I open up the story and begin to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who have you fallen for lately?  Which one do you remember the most fondly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-7187632684154810633?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7187632684154810633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=7187632684154810633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7187632684154810633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/7187632684154810633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1720997393985361944</id><published>2007-09-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:33:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave One</title><content type='html'>I went to the movies last night with a friend and saw "The Brave One." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I thought this was one of the most thought provoking movies I have seen all year.  Jodie Foster did a phenominal job portraying her character.  I've heard all the criticism about it being unrealistic and the ending being even more absurd.  All I have to say to those people is: Get Over It! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is addressing deep rooted instincts.  I left the theater asking myself if there was anything I wouldn't do to avenge a loved one.  I've never believed in the "Eye for an eye" type of justice, but I do believe now that there are situations that would be justified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1720997393985361944?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1720997393985361944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1720997393985361944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1720997393985361944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1720997393985361944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/brave-one.html' title='The Brave One'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6814383179694762353</id><published>2007-09-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:36:36.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awesome Start to the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed it's the little things in life that put a smile on your face faster than anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.  I went to my publisher's website last night to peruse all the wonderful books available.  After all, the best way to unwind is with a good book.  Well, I was going through the website's Coming Soon section.  Warrior's Paradise is listed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  There is no cover and no blurb, but just seeing the title and my name there makes me feel legitimate somehow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is an awesome way to start the weekend!  My inner muse is beaming and ready to write even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6814383179694762353?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6814383179694762353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6814383179694762353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6814383179694762353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6814383179694762353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/awesome-start-to-weekend.html' title='An Awesome Start to the Weekend'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3244214054888044106</id><published>2007-09-10T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:03:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promises</title><content type='html'>My grandfather taught me one very valuable thing: your word is your bond.  It is what you will be held to the most.  You say only what you mean, and you do what you say.  That simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed an overwhelming number of people growing lax with this.  When did our word become "if I happened to get around to it."  No.  It isn't negotiable.  Sorry.  If you say you are going to do something, then freaking do it already.  No excuses.  No buts.  Just freaking do it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this has nothing at all to do with writing, or anyone in writing.  Even though I do believe it poignant enough to span across any situation. I spent most of the weekend working on something for my other job, sacrificing my valuable writing time to do so.  Why?  Because I said I would.  Why did I say I would?  Because someone said they needed it because they were going to use it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened?  I spent wakeless hours Friday night, all day Saturday and most of Sunday morning working hard on a project to get it to this person by noon.  Only to discover today that she didn't even bother to open the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to believe that your word was your most valuable asset.  This asset depreciates as you fail to follow through with what you promise. 100 years ago it would destroy you.  In today's society, it doesn't even appear to be a glitch on the radar of reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I have to say on this subject is this:  The next time you give your word or promise to do something please remember that those two small words are the most critically uttered words.  "I promise."  or "I will."  Do not neglect the age old meaning and significance of these words because one day it will turn and bite you when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3244214054888044106?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3244214054888044106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3244214054888044106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3244214054888044106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3244214054888044106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken-promises.html' title='Broken Promises'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3274424890542916914</id><published>2007-09-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:58:33.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>I am editing and find that I actually love it.  I am pouting just a bit that I have to work overtime this weekend, but there are plenty of hours in the weekend to get it all done:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diligently constructing a way to get all of you to meet and fall in love with the characters of Warrior's Paradise before its release.  I think I finally have come up with something feasible.  So, I hope to get that rolled out very shortly since it will be released at the end of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3274424890542916914?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3274424890542916914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3274424890542916914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3274424890542916914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3274424890542916914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3002315723000883785</id><published>2007-09-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:46:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Moron</title><content type='html'>So I came home from work today to find my sliding glass door open.  It was just a little bit, but that is the second time in 3 days that this has happened. The security bar behind the door kept it from getting opened any farther.  So either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My cats are trying to run away and have managed to morph into beings with hands to open said door.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Someone is trying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to have an overactive imagination about this, so we'll just pretend it never happened.  It doesn't help that my cats keep hissing at said door like they see something out there.  It's dark.  I can't see.  They can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear you are determined to get in.  All I can do right now is come up with a list of the reasons not to break into my place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  One of my cats has serious territory issues.  You don't want to mess with her and her turf.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have nothing of value except the laptop I am typing on right now.  If you think I'll give this puppy up without a serious fight, yeah, you you don't know me very well.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can scream really loud.&lt;br /&gt;4.  If #3 doesn't scare you, it should because #4: 2 cops live above me.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I may have a yellow streak a mile wide running down my back, but nowhere on there am I afraid of a guy with a gun.  I grew up in Texas.  You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've listed the reasons not to break in, here is a list of things that you need to do if you do break in:  (Hey, anyone coming in here is given a chore.  Deal with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Remember the cat from #1.  Try and trim her claws for me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;2.  For the love of all that is holy, change the lightbulb in the hallway for me.  I'm too short and will not climb up that step ladder for any amount of money.  The bulbs are in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;3.  While you're rumaging in said closet, feel free to go ahead and organize it a bit for me. &lt;br /&gt;4.  Vacuum.  I have 2 cats and I hate that chore.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cook something for dinner.  Nothing too bizarre.  And don't ask where anything is because I have no freaking clue.  That's why I'm telling you to cook. Easy on the salt.  I retain water easily.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Be a dear and re-alphabetize my books for me.  There are only a few hundred.  Oh yeah, I'm a bit picky about it too.  So please make sure to sort by genre, then alphabetically, okay?&lt;br /&gt;7.  Take out the trash.  The dumpster closest is always full, so you get to treck up the huge hill.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Bring a camera with you.  Take a picture of whatever you steal and leave it on the table.  I'll need it for the cops and the insurance company. While you're at it, take a pic of yourself too.  Fingerprint dust makes such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;9. Feel free to use my phone to call someone to set up bail.  And your family if you want. I have unlimited long distance.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I'd take advantage of #9 if I were you and you decide to hang around until I get home.  Because I am seriously hormonal right now and stressed.  PMS and stress with my personality won't bode well for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is really still worth it to you?  Quite frankly, I don't see why you want to get in so freaking bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3002315723000883785?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3002315723000883785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3002315723000883785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3002315723000883785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3002315723000883785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-moron.html' title='To The Moron'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-900736570645431100</id><published>2007-09-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:02:15.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Goal</title><content type='html'>Time is flying by at a rapid pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we delve into yet another Labor Day weekend, I find myself simply stunned by how many books there are in my TBR pile.  I have always prided myself in not allowing this pile to mound up.  I am a writer, but I am also an avid reader.  So, where did all of these books come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the middle of my living room floor last night sorting through this pile.  My goal?  To figure out how and when I got so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, it isn't even really because of Nationals.  I just honestly haven't read that much of what I have bought.  So my goal for Labor Day is to read.  I'm going to sit back, open a wonderful book and let my muse have a day off by enjoying the hard and talented work of other creative souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find the bottom of your own TBR pile soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labor Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-900736570645431100?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/900736570645431100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=900736570645431100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/900736570645431100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/900736570645431100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-goal.html' title='Labor Day Goal'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1506590572706382031</id><published>2007-08-24T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:15:38.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Begins</title><content type='html'>Well ladies, it is that time yet again. And this year appears to be heading to an all new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? The cricket invasion. These pesky hopping and chirping creatures of the night have plagued many of my nightmares, beginning my first year away from home in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of bugs, but primarily the hopping and flying variety. Does anyone warn poor Cara about these disgusting and terrifying cricket invasions when she goes away to college? Oh no. She wakes up one morning and walks to campus and crunches her way to classes with tears of fear streaming down her face. Thousands of these vile creatures line the sidewalks, invade unsuspecting trash cans and generally bring chaos to people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cara goes to work and is asked to take out the trash. That trip resulted in a panic attack of epic proportions when hundreds of the vile creatures hopped up at me when I lifted the trash can lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a few years ago. But the battle continues every year. The rains this year have compounded the problem, so they are back in force. And they all must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I was sleeping peacefully when I heard the sound no cat owner wants to hear. That tell tale catterwall noise. It is like a fire alarm going off for me. One of my cats, Myska, has discovered an invader. No matter the time of day, it must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cats would love to spend some time playing with the hopping creatures. But not Myska. Unfortunately I must confess my terror of these bugs has crept into her psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cricket had found its way into my domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. How dare it defile my abode with its presense. It hopped. I jumped. Myska cried. It hopped again. I yelled at it. Myska hissed. It chirped, as if mocking me with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell no. I don't speak cricket, but I knew it was calling in reinforcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it had to die. I just had to gain the nerve to do the deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe I didn't. My newest edition to the family, Squeakers (I didn't name her people) woke up and wandered in half asleep. She calmly walked up to it, sniffed it and squished it with her paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to the mighty warrioress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only teach her to flush it down the toilet, I can sleep of a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1506590572706382031?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1506590572706382031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1506590572706382031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1506590572706382031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1506590572706382031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/battle-begins.html' title='The Battle Begins'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-3412402844117142219</id><published>2007-08-21T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:54:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Decided To Teach Me A Lesson</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided yesterday to invest in a piece of writing software that I saw someone recommend.  I ordered it, and they were kind enough to e-mail a downloadable file link so that I wouldn't have to wait for the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does impatient Cara do?  She happily clicks on the link and downloads the file.  Guess what happens?  Yep, my whole laptop goes caput.  Finit.  No more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is where the confession comes into play.  I can't remember the last time I backed up my writing files completely.  To say I freaked is putting it mildly.  To make it even better, the customer service department of said company isn't around to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is the laptop is up and running once again.  So here are the lessons I learned from this experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;Back up everything.&lt;/strong&gt;  I had quite a few of my completed works saved to other devices in one form or another, but nothing in one compact spot.  I know.  Feel free to say it.  I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;Dell rocks&lt;/strong&gt;!  They helped me even though it really wasn't their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;Automatic system backups that I'm too tech challenged to know exist are amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;  There are a few things in the world that need to remain mysteries.  This is one of those things. I may not have backed my files up, but my laptop is apparently smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Patience is a virtue&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I'm not about to test my luck with that $150 software program and try and download it to my laptop when the CD arrives, but perhaps it actually works.  Maybe the uninstall file isn't corrupt and maybe it won't delete all of the registry keys or whatever it deleted.  But I'm not about to test my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chalking this up to a very good lesson learned and thanking the magic elves in my laptop and the wizards at Dell for saving my proverbial ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone.  And don't forget to back it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-3412402844117142219?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3412402844117142219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=3412402844117142219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3412402844117142219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/3412402844117142219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-computer-decided-to-teach-me-lesson.html' title='My Computer Decided To Teach Me A Lesson'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1582423193400509861</id><published>2007-08-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:29:05.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or Bad... It's In</title><content type='html'>Well, I am physically sick to my stomach now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted my Brava novella contest.  I was tempted to wait for a bit, mull it over, tweak her and there.  My muse had other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse: "It's ready.  Push the freaking button already."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Let's let it sit for a couple of days, read it over and then send it."&lt;br /&gt;Muse: "Bah.  It's ready.  I know, you don't know anything."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We're waiting."&lt;br /&gt;Muse: "Hah!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Two days.  That's it."&lt;br /&gt;Muse: (pushes the button.)  "Too late.  You'll thank me later.  You may have time to mull it over, but I have way too much to do for that. Trust your first instincts. Now get back to the book I was working on or so help me I'll enter another contest just to make you sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official.  She's certifiable.  But it is in:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I swear I am sane.  The voices tells me so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1582423193400509861?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582423193400509861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1582423193400509861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1582423193400509861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1582423193400509861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-or-bad-its-in.html' title='Good or Bad... It&apos;s In'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4834621090928253028</id><published>2007-08-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:18:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fortune cookie</title><content type='html'>My best friend and I ate chinese food last night. And my fortune cookie said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An investment made will reap benefits beyond your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, clearly the makers of said cookie have no idea how wild my dreams can get.  Really.  So, I have made a list of the investments I will make for said cookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  $1 for a lottery ticket (hey it's sitting at $171 million right now... talk about a huge return)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as the list got.  I couldn't think of anything to top it.  Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4834621090928253028?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4834621090928253028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4834621090928253028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4834621090928253028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4834621090928253028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fortune-cookie.html' title='My fortune cookie'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5310095284145860200</id><published>2007-08-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:56:39.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Take?</title><content type='html'>It's raining again.  Yep, yet again Texas is getting covered in water.  So, in case this trend continues and I need to build a boat I was thinking about what I should take with me.  Space will be limited, so other than clothes and the essentials, what would you take on the boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I guess I'll be bringing my cats.  They don't care for water too much and even though they really irk me at times, I love them to pieces.  Other than that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My laptop (of course)&lt;br /&gt;2.  A book&lt;br /&gt;3. Caffeine (because you really don't want to see me with it)&lt;br /&gt;4. A life preserver (because as a single gal, I will happily haul in a gorgeous guy if he happens to need it)&lt;br /&gt;5. My box of Thomas Kinkade jigsaw puzzles that have been gathering dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure that there are a lot of things that I'd think of that would trump these, but you have to answer from the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 5 things would you bring with you. (And your family, essentials, and pets are already on).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5310095284145860200?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5310095284145860200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5310095284145860200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5310095284145860200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5310095284145860200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-would-you-take.html' title='What Would You Take?'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5752210593943027082</id><published>2007-08-15T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:39:32.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Do You Overcome The Sex Scene Shyness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever written a scene, set it aside for a couple of days, and returned to say, "There's no way I could ever look anyone in the eye if I knew they read that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  My muse is truly inspired right now and ready to push that envelope...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am still relatively new at this and am curious how all of you overcame the shy side of yourselves when it came to knowing someone was reading sex scenes you wrote?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5752210593943027082?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5752210593943027082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5752210593943027082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5752210593943027082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5752210593943027082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-how-do-you-overcome-sex-scene.html' title='So How Do You Overcome The Sex Scene Shyness'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2911967023312064967</id><published>2007-08-14T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:25:30.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Day Job</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think the fates have found amusement with me.  Everytime my muse is geared up to write, my day job suddenly gets extremely busy and demands more of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are we busy, we are short staff to cover it.  I'm known at my job for being able to multi-task and juggle anything and everything thrown at me.  But, they seem shocked that I'm starting to throw it back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No overtime pay and long hours just doesn't sound like the "perfect day job."  I believe in hard work, and began working as soon as I was old enough to be legal...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my question... Is there such a thing as a writer friendly day job?  Do any of you have a career or profession that would fit the bill?  Obviously, something in the publishing industry would be on that list.  Aside from that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2911967023312064967?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2911967023312064967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2911967023312064967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2911967023312064967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2911967023312064967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfect-day-job.html' title='The Perfect Day Job'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8816546942456075438</id><published>2007-08-13T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:47:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give The Muse A Challenge....</title><content type='html'>Okay, my muse is officially crazy.  I mean, certifiably so.  She apparently thrives on challenges that I personally deem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed last night knowing that today was the first day of the 20 page challenge.  With visions of page after page of white space staring back at me after a long day at work, I tried to sleep.  But my muse had different ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she had me up at 3 this morning. Yep, as in a.m.  And what praytell did she want to do at that time?  Outline an entirely different sci-fi book.  Yeah, like she doesn't already have enough stuff to do.  So, we now have yet another idea piled up complete with outline by the way.  The pantser muse actually decided to do an outline and character profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can get her away from her new baby long enough, I really want to work on what I need to get done first.  For today, she gets free reign I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping 3 a.m. won't become her favorite time to work...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8816546942456075438?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8816546942456075438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8816546942456075438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8816546942456075438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8816546942456075438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/give-muse-challenge.html' title='Give The Muse A Challenge....'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2023025075484636813</id><published>2007-08-12T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:56:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving The Muse A Kick In the Pants and A Pat On The Back</title><content type='html'>Lately I have read quite a few author's blogs about their muse.  I now know officially that I love my muse because she doesn't give me nearly as much grief as she apparently could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dedicate this blog entry to her.  I don't know her name, and quite frankly sometimes I think she's a guy.  But that's another entry entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning tomorrow I have entered into a Romance Diva challenge where I am pushing my muse to pump out 20 pages of material a day.  I know she can do it, and this will be her pat on the back because I'm showing my confidence in her up front.  But, it's also a kick in the pants to clear some of these WIPs off of the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the official list of things my muse and I will be working on for the challenge:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rework of Warrior's Fire - the second book in the series (with all fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;2. Brava novella contest entry (just because we like being in the middle of things just like everyone else).&lt;br /&gt;3. Fantasy Weekend&lt;br /&gt;4. The Market&lt;br /&gt;5. The Untitled WIP (I know, that is really, really sad.  It really is a good book that deserves a title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you working on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2023025075484636813?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2023025075484636813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2023025075484636813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2023025075484636813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2023025075484636813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/giving-muse-kick-in-pants-and-pat-on.html' title='Giving The Muse A Kick In the Pants and A Pat On The Back'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5604492716627590685</id><published>2007-08-08T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:14:18.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RrhPUnsyX4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DjxTeFWyBlo/s1600-h/suite17_wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RrhPUnsyX4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DjxTeFWyBlo/s400/suite17_wrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095910194042527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:Red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUITE SEVENTEEN - Portia Da Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acting purely on instinct, I coil my arms around him. I can't believe this is happening and I can't believe what I'm doing. This new, different, impatient me takes the initiative and presses her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He laughs, the sound deep and rough in his chest, and he admits me. Then a second later, it's like he throws a switch and he takes total control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When vibrant, forty-something widow Annie Conroy espies her new neighbours Maria Lewis and Robert Stone having kinky sex in their back garden, she decides it’s time that she too woke up and smelt the erotic roses. And where better to begin her daring adventures than the luxurious Waverley Grange Country Hotel, and its hidden den of iniquity, the chintz-clad but wickedly pervy Suite Seventeen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Under the stern but playful eye of exotic master Valentino, Annie quickly discovers the shocking hidden depths of her own sensuality, and surrenders herself body and soul to his outrageous games of power. But when the Waverley’s entire future hangs in the balance, and Annie has the means to help save it, dare she gamble on going one step further… and giving her heart to the mysterious man who’s come to control her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...this deliciously seductive story... is hard to put down" ~ Romantic Times, Four and a Half Stars, Sept 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Suite Seventeen contains all Portia's trademark treats from the arousing narrative, a wicked blend of deviant episodes, and an undercurrent of pragmatic and poignant romance.'&lt;/span&gt; ~ Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers and Writers Association&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'I am grinning from ear to ear having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;savoured every last dripping word...'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ~ Ann, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;poet and blogger&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'a cheeky and very lovely read'&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;strong&gt;Madelynne Ellis, bestselling author of &lt;em&gt;A Gentleman's Wager&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISBN 0352341092&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Published by Black Lace in June 2007 [UK] and August 2007 [US]&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/suite17.html" title="visit PortiaDaCosta.com and read an excerpt of Suite Seventeen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/suite17.html" title="visit PortiaDaCosta.com and read an excerpt of Suite Seventeen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read an excerpt at PortiaDaCosta.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [NB. excerpt is NC17 and suitable for adults only.]&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suite Seventeen&lt;/i&gt; is available from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0352341092/wendywootton"&gt;Amazon.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN=0352341092/wendywootton0e"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?s=9jl5zw4850&amp;strParents=&amp;amp;CAT_ID=&amp;P_ID=145"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RriBNXsyX7I/AAAAAAAAAok/liM0CWRjvis/s320/WildCountry400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965045069864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;WILD IN THE COUNTRY - Portia Da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Published by TOTAL-E-BOUND - a contemporary super length novel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Available from &lt;strong&gt;6th August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something in the air...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flora Swain is a newcomer to the village of Marwick Magna, renowned for the inspiration it provides to painters and poets. Impetuous and strong-minded, Flora is no artist – yet. But there are creative urges within her, she is convinced, and she has come to the country to give them life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The strange thing is that Flora’s urges turn out to be almost entirely sensual. Is it the undoubted physical allure of her new neighbour, Declan McKenna, that’s driving her wild? Or the explicitly sexual messages which appear daily in her post? Or could it be that country life has revealed to her an insatiable, highly erotic new self?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/wildinthecountry.html"&gt;Read an Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?s=9jl5zw4850&amp;strParents=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;CAT_ID=&amp;amp;P_ID=145"&gt;Available now from TOTAL-E-BOUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5604492716627590685?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5604492716627590685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5604492716627590685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5604492716627590685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5604492716627590685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/suite-seventeen-portia-da-costa-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RrhPUnsyX4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DjxTeFWyBlo/s72-c/suite17_wrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-8517453592350063470</id><published>2007-08-06T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:27:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Assumptions</title><content type='html'>Okay, I debated on whether to blog about this or not.  But, I am taking the plunge and doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my best friend and I were out running around this weekend, one of my pet peeves got tested.  We were sitting as a traffic light when a homeless man walks up to my car and proceeds to yell at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me explain that this man was screaming and one step away from opening the door to my car.  I had done literally nothing but happen to be there.  I am always the first one to help whenever I can, but this weekend was not the weekend for me helping anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the blog on making assumptions.  An assumption was made by him that I was stuck up and deserved to go to hell because I wouldn't give him any money.  I have no money.  Zip. Zero.  I don't even have a car right now since some lovely person decided to ram me off the road and total mine. But I'm not going to rant about that fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the point of this little story is to not make assumptions based on what you perceive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the gorgeous guy in the white truck that was behind me and stood up for me and my friend happens to read this....lol.  Okay, that is really a long shot.  But seriously, that man gets the grand prize in being a gentleman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-8517453592350063470?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8517453592350063470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=8517453592350063470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8517453592350063470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/8517453592350063470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/making-assumptions.html' title='Making Assumptions'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-1794612485620543704</id><published>2007-08-04T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:56:22.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://daynahart.com//?attachment_id=41" rel="attachment wp-att-41" title="gobetween72lg.jpg" mce_href="http://daynahart.com//?attachment_id=41"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daynahart.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/gobetween72lg.jpg" title="gobetween72lg.jpg" alt="gobetween72lg.jpg" mce_src="http://daynahart.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/gobetween72lg.jpg" align="right" height="418" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Go Between” by Dayna Hart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming August 14th from Samhain Publications &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/dayna-hart" mce_href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/dayna-hart"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Between two races that hate each other, at the doorway between two worlds, can Claire find the strength to be the emissary they all need?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Book One of The Curtain Torn series.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halfway through her twenties, her divorce, and a bottle of rye, Claire opens her birthday present—a “pressed fairy” book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the fairies is neither pressed, nor a picture. He’s the sinfully sexy Dell, who’s been trapped inside the book for twenty years. The moment Claire frees him, goblins attack her house. Dell and Claire’s only option is to use a “Between”—a rift between their worlds—to escape into the land of Fae.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There, Claire discovers the elven queen, Eliane, has a mission for her—one that has her keeping secrets from Dell. And ousting the goblins from her home is only the start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4 class="excerpt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/go-between" mce_href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/go-between"&gt;Read An Excerpt Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-1794612485620543704?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1794612485620543704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=1794612485620543704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1794612485620543704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/1794612485620543704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-between-by-dayna-hart-coming-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-6655823015166035910</id><published>2007-08-04T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:34:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img align="right" width="199" src="http://www.ellorascave.com/covers/DevilsPearl.jpg" height="327" style="width: 199px; height: 327px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil's Pearl&lt;/strong&gt; By Dawn Halliday&lt;/p&gt;After a year of pursuit, Sir Devlin Vaughn has finally found the beautiful woman who made him the laughingstock of London society. Now he intends to keep her as his permanent sex slave, whether she comes willingly or not.Julia Beaumont escaped Devlin in an attempt to become a legitimate lady. Her plan backfired, leaving her reputation in tatters. Now Devlin holds her in his thrall once again. Can she free herself, or will he enslave her for life?&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ellorascave.com/Excerpts/Excerpt_DevilsPearl.htm" title="Devil's Pearl Excerpt"&gt;Read an Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419912092" title="Devil's Pearl"&gt;Buy Now From Ellora's Cave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-6655823015166035910?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6655823015166035910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=6655823015166035910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6655823015166035910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/6655823015166035910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/08/devils-pearl-by-dawn-halliday-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4997604125811183107</id><published>2007-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:03:54.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamazons</title><content type='html'>Okay, The Glamazons have made it to the finals of America's Got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  I don't really watch this show.  It was just on.  But these girls came on and owned the stage.  I saw them when they were in the initial stage, and their uniqueness and talent have carried them to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four plus sized women with amazing talent that aren't afraid to strut their stuff.  Some may find their clothing choice to be a bit offensive, but I am all for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot possible do these ladies justice trying to convey their unique diva style.  So here is their website.  Take a look for yourself.  If only I had half that confidence.  If we all did, the world would be a far better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamazongirls.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.glamazongirls.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4997604125811183107?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4997604125811183107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4997604125811183107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4997604125811183107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4997604125811183107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/07/glamazons.html' title='The Glamazons'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-2432098592362123276</id><published>2007-07-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:54:18.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Never Forget Your Childhood Goals</title><content type='html'>While browsing the news on MSN today, i stumbled across a touching story about Walter Hart. At the age of 88, he received his Eagle Scout rank yesterday in Fort Myers, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he had earned this honor long ago, but it got put on hold when he served out country for 2 years during World War II.  While cleaning out some of his belongings recently, he apparently discovered the documentation showing that he had earned the ranking.  So, he contact the Boy Scouts of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20015574/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20015574/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This struck a chord with me.  It reminded me that we should always remember those dreams that we had as children.  Because as adults, we can either learn from them or fulfill our inner child's secret desire and obtain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to try and remember all of those dreams and wishes I had when I was a child.  Of course, I had the usual ones: marry Prince Charming and move to a huge castle, sprout wings and fly like a bird, and quite a few other silly ones.  But, none of those are obtainable.  But, we all have that secret wish we had as a child that still remains unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think that wish was probably fitting in.  I didn't want to stand out from the crowd, I simply wanted to fit.  I didn't want to be singled out for how smart I was, or how different.  I just wanted to be accepted for who I was and for my own unique voice.  No judgment and no criticism.  No unrealistic expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will remember that childhood wish, and all the reasons why it was important to me.  Because, in reality, I believe that was one of the cornerstones of what made me who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this post with this message for anyone reading: don't be afraid to remember the things you wanted as a child and weren't able to obtain.  Because just like Walter Hart, it may show up when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-2432098592362123276?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2432098592362123276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=2432098592362123276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2432098592362123276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/2432098592362123276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-forget-your-childhood-goals.html' title='Never Forget Your Childhood Goals'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-4191451348487547008</id><published>2007-07-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:05:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing The Way Things Were</title><content type='html'>Well, today was filled with everything I didn't expect to have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up looking like I had spent the night having some rough fun that I didn't remember...lol.  I was bruised from my neck to my waist.  But so far I have been pleasantly surprised that the pain isn't nearly as bad as everyone warned me it would be.  I guess I have a higher tolerance for it than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the agenda?  Getting the rental car.  I'm now in a Toyata Camry.  It's a nice car, but the color is going to take a bit of getting used to.  I've always found my personal preferences steering more towards darker colors, or neutral at the least.  But they only had the one color.  A nice aqua blue of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hopeful note...my insurance company is already on the case of the uninsured so to speak.  They are going to be taking a look at the car on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which my best friend and I drove out to the wreck yard today so that I could retrieve some stuff out of the trunk.  Yes, at this point I must confess that a lot of the books I obtained from Nationals hadn't quite made it into my house yet.  I had only taken the ones I purchased and had autographed in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of my poor car.  It was a sight to see for sure.  I do have to say one thing.  I was always under the impression that Hyundais weren't the best cars.  I have to say though that based on my experience Friday, they are amazingly resilient.  Even the officers and EMS workers were commenting on how well built that car had been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amusing part of the day came when the claims adjuster contacted me to get my officially recorded statement.  I was a bit amused when he asked me not one question, but 2 about how the pole was doing.  He actually asked me twice how the pole was doing before he even asked how I was doing.  Somehow I don't think he found humor in my reply, which was along the lines of, "Unfortunately, I couldn't get the pole to fit into the EMS to get it taken to the ER.  It refused medical treatment on site, and refused to give me its contact information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  A bit of a smart ass.  But that is just me at times, and the question seemed to be a bit out of line in my opinion.  I know he's just doing his job, but some of those questions were just a bit surprising to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make nice with one my cats.  She's taking all of this a bit personally.  She likes to sleep on my chest, and was a but upset when she was vacated from her perch on  numerous occassions last night.  I'm just not sure how to deal with her though.  She was abused before I got her, and so she really doesn't take too well to changes.  I tried to get her to sleep beside me, but now she's hiding under my bed and refuses to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-4191451348487547008?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4191451348487547008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=4191451348487547008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4191451348487547008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/4191451348487547008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-way-things-were.html' title='Missing The Way Things Were'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5611133805987293553</id><published>2007-07-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:14:47.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Day's Misadventure</title><content type='html'>Well, I learned a valuable lesson today: never think you're day couldn't possibly get any worse than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early today because I just couldn't deal with any more of the craziness without screaming.  So what could possibly make my day worse?  Well, some uninsured motorist decided it would be fun to side swipe me and shove my car head first into a telephone pole going 30 mph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this point I learned two other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My muse just refuses to ever stop thinking about the next great story.  I had never been in an accident before.  I am covered over with gorgeous EMS workers, fire fighters, policemen. Yes, ladies nothing but men in uniform all around me.  I hurt like hell, totally freaked out, my car is totalled.  But what is the first thing uttered by me?  Well, my muse decided that since I was too stunned to speak she would apparently.  I looked at one of the sweetest, cutest guys there and said, "You'd make an excellent character for one of my books."&lt;br /&gt;      I'm sure they all got a kick out of that one.  But, they told me once I felt better to stop by the station if I wanted to do research...he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  This was the most powerful lesson of all.  Friends are amazing.  I'd rather lose all my earthy possessions than ever lose one of my friends.  They were on the scene before I even realized what had really happened.  They never left my side, and took over everything.  They dealt with the police, the tow truck company, my insurance company and the nosy busy bodies.  But the most inspiring thing they did?  They dealt with my mother.  I love my mom to pieces, but she freaks when something happens to one of her children.  She is, to put it nicely, someone who requires a lot of special care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;      Yes, I'm 34.  But I'm still her child.  She calls at the same time every day and worries if I don't answer.  They spent a lot of time on the phone with her while I was at the hospital getting checked out, and constantly reassured her over and over and over again that everything was okay.  They had the patience of saints, and dealt with her in a manner I wouldn't have been able to even on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and pain pills are amazing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe weekend everyone, and remember to be greatful for your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5611133805987293553?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5611133805987293553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5611133805987293553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5611133805987293553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5611133805987293553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-in-days-misadventure.html' title='All In A Day&apos;s Misadventure'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833595753518971567.post-5373178188151124992</id><published>2007-07-15T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:36:34.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Days To Sweat Challenge Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, I must admit that I didn't get nearly as much done on my writing as I had intended while at nationals.  I went with good intentions, but got hardly anything done.  But, I did manage 3,000 words.  So, I am a bit behind.  But I will be catching up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, my first nationals experience couldn't have been better.  I got the chance to meet a lot of awesome people. It's always wonderful to put faces with names, and get an opportunity to meet those you chat with online.  It's even better than they are so incredibly friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833595753518971567-5373178188151124992?l=caracarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5373178188151124992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833595753518971567&amp;postID=5373178188151124992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5373178188151124992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833595753518971567/posts/default/5373178188151124992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caracarnes.blogspot.com/2007/07/70-days-to-sweat-challenge-update.html' title='70 Days To Sweat Challenge Update'/><author><name>Cara Carnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07264195291001142774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
