The Simple Life

Simple life.

Good morning! From the Front Porch this morning I’m discussing Stress Management.

That’s right…according to Wikipedia,  “… individual to reduce stress, provide positive feelings of being in control of one’s life and promote general well-being.”

On Monday I found out my skin cancer has returned. If only I would have listened to the elders and not enjoyed unprotected beach fun. In addition, I got a rejection for a book (series) I poured a lot of effort into writing.  Three months of waiting and I get a form letter, so I’m not sure what, if anything, needs improving. My happiness level dive-bombed.

To boost my “well being” my love and I traveled north to–Amish country.

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There has always been a sense of peacefulness when I travel through the country side of Northern Indiana. Tranquility envelopes me when I see clothes flapping on a clothesline, getting dried by the brilliant rays of sun and collecting the fragrant scents of nature. I’ve dried some of my garments on a rope I tied to the kids swing set (our hood had a Covance stating no clothes line shall be hung).

Most of all, serenity surrounds me by viewing people, dressed in simple darker clothing held together by buttons instead of zippers or spaghetti straps, steering buggies by beautiful sleek horses gave me a jolt of reality.

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I looked out the car window to see a young woman, hair knotted at the nape of her neck, a white bonnet on top of her head with ties hanging free along the sides, dark blue dress and no shoes bending over in an immaculate garden. A sweet smile spread across her face when she glanced at us. Simple joy of connecting with this quiet plain woman, for that flash of a moment, filled me with happiness.

Embrace the simple life I told myself and serenity was restored. What about you? What do you do to make yourself feel better when you’re down? What are your stress management practices?

 

The Valkyrie and the Marine

Conditioned to not fall in love with her fallen warriors, Kiara cannot fight the attraction she has for Special Ops Marine, Harrison Lombard. When a sabotaged mission critically wounds Harrison he seeks revenge. Will his search lead him to his angel of mercy or death?

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Kiara looked deep into her chosen one’s soul. She had to shake off her atypical sympathy. But the twinges in her heart and the heat between her thighs couldn’t be ignored.

Harrison’s lips were dry. His glaze held acknowledgement of equal attraction no doubt. A smile from him would be her undoing. Three steps, Kiara. Offer him immortality, toss him on Bright and take to the skies.

Lance in both hands she pushed the rod against his wide shoulder span. “Just to verify, what is your name?”

His muscles tensed under her, pressing into her knuckles. Despite his closeness to death Kiara felt a rise bumping, titillating, and making her yearn for a tryst. No human had ever had such an impact on her. Why now? Ignoring the rush of emotions plaguing her body and mind, she strengthened her reserve and focused on the task. Her future with the squad depended on it. She wanted to become a captain. No tingling in her woman parts would change her course.

“Harrison Valentine Lombard.” His hips lifted, a hard long slice fit nicely between her thighs. “I can’t imagine my last thoughts to be of a siren teasing me, without allowing me to have release. Either kill me, or liberate me so I can —”

“Kiara, it’s time. Grab your Einherjar and let’s ride,” Skogul bellowed.

A last burst of energy flowed from the soldier beneath Kiara. His hand stroked her breast, sliding between the skin and the gold corset. He lifted his head from the ground, causing blood to squirt from the wound. Twitches, low in her stomach, created jittering in muscles higher in her womb. More than pleasing Odin, she wanted to fornicate with this brave, yet stupid man, her Valentine.

“Kiara.” His alluring whisper sailed on the wind.

 

 

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com

The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press, July 18, 2012

Jewel Heist Diamonds used to be this girl’s best friend.

Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation. Cobblestone-Press

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