One of the latest crazes seems to be the serial romance. A story is told over a course of several books. In some ways, this is like a series that just features the same characters. The only difference that I've found is the stories just end abruptly and definitely at a time when you don't want it to. A cliff hanger.
Being an author, I try to stay on top of what's popular and they decide if it's something I want to try or not. I must admit, I like the serial romance series, even though I want to scream each time a book ends. When my kids were smaller, I used to watch soap operas, and the ways these series are written, it reminds me of them. Lots of drama and things that happen that make you want to yell and ask them, "What the hell is your problem? Why are you doing that?"
A lot of the serial series seem to be spread out between 3-5 books, but currently I am reading one that is 15 book and counting. I've been binge reading them, completely wrapped up in the stories. *Sigh* It's been a long time since I've been obsessed with a series.
The writer part of me wants to write one, I admit it, but then another part of me doesn't think I can pull it off. I mean, you've got to have a pretty elaborate plot and interesting characters to do this. Not saying I don't have interesting characters, because I'd like to think I do.
Have you given in to this new craze and started to read any of these popular serial series?
-Lacey
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Monday, June 23, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Tantalizing Tuesday - Arranged Love by Lacey Wolfe
Welcome back to Tantalizing Tuesday! I do hope you enjoy this fun blog segment. Today I am sharing a fun and sexy scene from Arranged Love.
Ryan grabbed a napkin from the stack and cleaned up the spot. He crumpled
the paper and tossed it aside before picking up his cool mug and spinning
around slightly on the stool. He’d been working on a new project at work and it
wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He was at that point where he wanted to
start over. Somewhere along the way, something hadn’t been calculated
correctly. He had a whole notebook of notes he needed to start looking over.
He took two big gulps then set the beverage down. A woman a few stools down caught his attention. She sucked on a bright pink straw, enjoying what he assumed to be a fruity drink with the fruit lining the cup. She must have sensed him watching her, because her gaze caught his and she smiled at him. Something about those lips intrigued him.
Maybe tonight he’d really let loose. Perhaps that’s what his brain needed. Ryan could take that woman back to his place, sink into her, and for an hour at least, his problems wouldn’t exist.
Sliding off the stool, he went over to her.
“Hi,” he said as he set his beer down next to her fruit concoction. “What’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing down here by herself?”
“Trying to forget that her parents run her life.”
He nodded, thinking of the ignored phone call from his mom. “I have a set of those too.”
“Oh, yeah?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think it might be our parents’ job though.” He stared at her, taking her in. She wore her brown hair long and straight. She wasn’t the skinniest girl he’d ever seen, but her curves could definitely get his motors pumping. “What’s your name?”
She took a long drink before answering. “Ah, Tatiana.”
Tatiana? Why did he have a feeling that was a made up name? Perhaps that was best. Leave this anonymous. If he did get lucky, he knew it would be only for tonight.
“I’m Doug. It’s nice to meet you, Tatiana.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
He took a deep breath. He was never forward. He was usually an over-thinker, but staring at this woman in front of him, he decided that tonight he was ‘Doug’ and ‘Doug’ didn’t over think. He took life by the reins, and when something as hot and scrumptious as Tatiana was presented, he was going to take it.
“How about we go somewhere where we can get to know one another a little better,” he suggested nervously. She was going to laugh and turn him down flat; he just knew it.
Tatiana stared at him, chewing her bottom lip. Then she spoke. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Holy crap! She’d agreed. “G-Good. Let’s go.” He held a hand out to her.
She took it, her skin soft in his palm. “Where are we going?”
“It just so happens that my place is within walking distance. If you’d prefer though, we could—”
“Your place is fine.”
They left the bar, and Ryan hesitated a moment about leaving his car there, but figured it would be fine. He didn’t expect Tatiana to stay the night. They’d connect, have a little fun, and he’d send her on her way once he knew she was sober enough. At least, that’s how he thought it would go. He’d never done anything like this before.
At his condo, he unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he motioned for her to go inside first. Was this going to get awkward? Did they just go straight to his room?
She turned to him. “I don’t usually do this sorta thing.”
He was about to tell her that he didn’t either, but if he was going to keep up with this Doug shenanigan, then he was certain that Doug did. “So far you’re doing great. Can I get you anything to drink?”
She shook her head. Her breathing was quick.
Ryan walked over, slid his hand around to the back of her neck, tilted her head up with his thumb, and kissed her. She moaned and molded her body against his. As they kissed, he took the time to build up his courage. He had to get her from the living room to his bed. But damn, he didn’t want to stop kissing her. She was good, and his cock was ready to explode.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his room and sat on the bed slowly. Tatiana broke the kiss and shoved him back onto the mattress.
“I don’t want a lot of foreplay. What I need is a thorough fuck. Got it?”
They think they're fooling their parents, but really, the joke's on them.
Kayla Ames's parents could win an award in meddling. Every time she turns around, they're setting her up with someone new. Try as she might, she can't convince them to butt out of her love life.
Ryan Newell isn't looking for love. After having his heart torn to shreds by his ex, he's determined to never again fall in love and leave himself that vulnerable to being hurt. His parents, however, believe he just needs some help finding the right woman, and their friends' daughter, Kayla, might be a perfect match.
Realizing they both have the same problem—parents who won't stop nagging them about finding a partner—Ryan and Kayla agree to an arrangement of sorts. All they have to do is pretend to date, and they don't even have to see each other, they can discuss the details of their "dates" via email. But then the email conversations lead to real dates, and Kayla finds herself struggling to keep her feelings for Ryan in check as he's made it clear love will not enter into the equation for him. Then Kayla's parents suddenly announce they're getting a divorce, and she begins to wonder if maybe Ryan has the right idea.
When it all gets to be too much for Kayla, she has a hard decision to make—agree to stay with Ryan and never experience love, or walk away for her chance to find it.
He took two big gulps then set the beverage down. A woman a few stools down caught his attention. She sucked on a bright pink straw, enjoying what he assumed to be a fruity drink with the fruit lining the cup. She must have sensed him watching her, because her gaze caught his and she smiled at him. Something about those lips intrigued him.
Maybe tonight he’d really let loose. Perhaps that’s what his brain needed. Ryan could take that woman back to his place, sink into her, and for an hour at least, his problems wouldn’t exist.
Sliding off the stool, he went over to her.
“Hi,” he said as he set his beer down next to her fruit concoction. “What’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing down here by herself?”
“Trying to forget that her parents run her life.”
He nodded, thinking of the ignored phone call from his mom. “I have a set of those too.”
“Oh, yeah?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think it might be our parents’ job though.” He stared at her, taking her in. She wore her brown hair long and straight. She wasn’t the skinniest girl he’d ever seen, but her curves could definitely get his motors pumping. “What’s your name?”
She took a long drink before answering. “Ah, Tatiana.”
Tatiana? Why did he have a feeling that was a made up name? Perhaps that was best. Leave this anonymous. If he did get lucky, he knew it would be only for tonight.
“I’m Doug. It’s nice to meet you, Tatiana.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
He took a deep breath. He was never forward. He was usually an over-thinker, but staring at this woman in front of him, he decided that tonight he was ‘Doug’ and ‘Doug’ didn’t over think. He took life by the reins, and when something as hot and scrumptious as Tatiana was presented, he was going to take it.
“How about we go somewhere where we can get to know one another a little better,” he suggested nervously. She was going to laugh and turn him down flat; he just knew it.
Tatiana stared at him, chewing her bottom lip. Then she spoke. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Holy crap! She’d agreed. “G-Good. Let’s go.” He held a hand out to her.
She took it, her skin soft in his palm. “Where are we going?”
“It just so happens that my place is within walking distance. If you’d prefer though, we could—”
“Your place is fine.”
They left the bar, and Ryan hesitated a moment about leaving his car there, but figured it would be fine. He didn’t expect Tatiana to stay the night. They’d connect, have a little fun, and he’d send her on her way once he knew she was sober enough. At least, that’s how he thought it would go. He’d never done anything like this before.
At his condo, he unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he motioned for her to go inside first. Was this going to get awkward? Did they just go straight to his room?
She turned to him. “I don’t usually do this sorta thing.”
He was about to tell her that he didn’t either, but if he was going to keep up with this Doug shenanigan, then he was certain that Doug did. “So far you’re doing great. Can I get you anything to drink?”
She shook her head. Her breathing was quick.
Ryan walked over, slid his hand around to the back of her neck, tilted her head up with his thumb, and kissed her. She moaned and molded her body against his. As they kissed, he took the time to build up his courage. He had to get her from the living room to his bed. But damn, he didn’t want to stop kissing her. She was good, and his cock was ready to explode.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his room and sat on the bed slowly. Tatiana broke the kiss and shoved him back onto the mattress.
“I don’t want a lot of foreplay. What I need is a thorough fuck. Got it?”
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They think they're fooling their parents, but really, the joke's on them.
Kayla Ames's parents could win an award in meddling. Every time she turns around, they're setting her up with someone new. Try as she might, she can't convince them to butt out of her love life.
Ryan Newell isn't looking for love. After having his heart torn to shreds by his ex, he's determined to never again fall in love and leave himself that vulnerable to being hurt. His parents, however, believe he just needs some help finding the right woman, and their friends' daughter, Kayla, might be a perfect match.
Realizing they both have the same problem—parents who won't stop nagging them about finding a partner—Ryan and Kayla agree to an arrangement of sorts. All they have to do is pretend to date, and they don't even have to see each other, they can discuss the details of their "dates" via email. But then the email conversations lead to real dates, and Kayla finds herself struggling to keep her feelings for Ryan in check as he's made it clear love will not enter into the equation for him. Then Kayla's parents suddenly announce they're getting a divorce, and she begins to wonder if maybe Ryan has the right idea.
When it all gets to be too much for Kayla, she has a hard decision to make—agree to stay with Ryan and never experience love, or walk away for her chance to find it.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Yee-haw! Ride a Cowboy!
Guess what I'm getting ready to write?
Did you guess?
In April, I'm going to start writing my first western romance series titled Carver Ranch. It's going to feature three brothers finding love and then the baby sister. This will be a four book series, and I can't wait to get started. I've got it outlines for the most part, just trying to tie up all the other books I've been working on before I dive into this series. I have a feeling once I dive into Carver Ranch, there won't be turning back. After all, who doesn't love a shirtless cowboy?
-Lacey
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Tantalizing Tuesday - Counter Balance by Patricia Bates
Welcome back to this weeks Tantalizing Tuesday! This week Patricia Bates is sharing an excerpt from Counter Balance.
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"Slade?" Sleepy, warm, Alex’s voice drifted through the darkness.
Smothering a groan, Slade grabbed for his jeans. "Yeah?"
"I heard something."
He frowned. How the hell had she heard anything? She’d been sleeping so soundly he was amazed she’d even known he was in the house. He heard her step closer, and his body tensed, a lingering twinge in his loins telling him she was walking a fine line. "Just me moving around." Slade shifted, the soft pat of her feet on wood coming closer.
"Really?"
"Come on." Alex leaned over the back of the couch, her palm hot against his bare shoulder. "There’s no point in you sleeping on the couch. You can sleep—"
"Alex, go back to bed," Slade ground out. "While I have the strength to let you."
"Slade?"
Closing his eyes against the question in her voice, he heaved a breath. He didn’t know how to get it through her head, but he knew he had to. There was something about her, something dangerous, he could feel it with every move. Alex wasn’t the kind of girl interested in short term, and short term was all he had. "It’s fine. I’m fine. Go back to bed, Alex."
"What the heck is going on?" Alex moved around the couch to stand before him. Shafts of pale moonlight flitted through the gap in the curtains, highlighting the shadow of her breasts, the curls between her legs visible through the tails of a dress shirt he’d given her to wear.
"Just go."
"You plotting my demise or something?" Alex crossed her arms over her chest. "I heard you talking to someone."
Slade groaned. Why couldn’t she be the meek, simpering type? "Yeah, I was talking to someone. Trying to figure things out."
"Just go back to bed." Leaping to his feet, Slade cursed under his breath as the thin sheet he’d had cascaded to his feet. "Do you not get it? Are you really so—"
"Oh." Alex stepped back, shock in her voice. He heard her swallow, the sound loud in the silence. "I get it."
"Do you?"
"I didn’t…" Alex waved a hand and stepped back. She paused, before shaking her head and heading around the end of the couch. "Look, it’s not my fault you’re in that state. Biting my head off—"
"It’s exactly your fault." Slade grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. "You have no idea what it’s like to want something, someone, and know you can’t touch them. You run around here in those jeans and skimpy little shirts, driving me crazy, and you think—"
Stepping back, Slade felt the press of the couch arm against the back of his thighs. His arm tightened around her as he twisted, lifting her so they crashed onto the couch. "I have the one I want." Low, guttural, his voice filled the silence.
He caught her shudder of awareness. The tensing of muscles, her breath catching in her throat as realization dawned. Briefly, he wondered if this was such a great idea. He couldn’t afford to get involved with a civilian. Not even one as hell-bent on getting into trouble as Alex Caden.
"You don’t want me," she whispered. "You just want sex. I’m convenient."
"Not by much." Slade pressed a hard, ruthless kiss to her lips. Tense, unresponsive, Alex froze beneath him, her palms pressed against his shoulders. He pulled back, his mouth softening slowly. Lifting his head, Slade stared down at the woman lying beneath him. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes following the movement.
"Slade?" So low he almost missed it, her voice stroked along his nerves. Heating his blood as her hands moved, tracing over the curves of his shoulders. He groaned as her fingers raked through the curls on his chest, her nails tweaking his nipples. Shots of pure want raced to his loins, his shaft hardening until it ached.
Heat enveloped him through the thin cotton of his shorts as he pressed against her loins. Rolling his hips, he thrust against her, a flare of satisfaction tightening his cock at the tremble in her body, the way she arched against him.
****
A woman with secrets. A man with honor. Can love survive?
When an unknown foe kidnaps Alex Caden, her rescue comes at the hands of an elite Navy SEAL team. But there are secrets that will keep those who want her dead on her trail.
Slade Lake has dedicated his life to keeping civilians safe. When he saves Alex, he knows as soon as he sees her that they’re meant to be together. With killers dogging their every step and secrets unfolding can they find love or will the enemies from the shadows destroy everything?
****
Smothering a groan, Slade grabbed for his jeans. "Yeah?"
"I heard something."
He frowned. How the hell had she heard anything? She’d been sleeping so soundly he was amazed she’d even known he was in the house. He heard her step closer, and his body tensed, a lingering twinge in his loins telling him she was walking a fine line. "Just me moving around." Slade shifted, the soft pat of her feet on wood coming closer.
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Please go back upstairs, please go upstairs.
"Alex, go back to bed," Slade ground out. "While I have the strength to let you."
"Slade?"
Closing his eyes against the question in her voice, he heaved a breath. He didn’t know how to get it through her head, but he knew he had to. There was something about her, something dangerous, he could feel it with every move. Alex wasn’t the kind of girl interested in short term, and short term was all he had. "It’s fine. I’m fine. Go back to bed, Alex."
"What the heck is going on?" Alex moved around the couch to stand before him. Shafts of pale moonlight flitted through the gap in the curtains, highlighting the shadow of her breasts, the curls between her legs visible through the tails of a dress shirt he’d given her to wear.
"Just go."
"You plotting my demise or something?" Alex crossed her arms over her chest. "I heard you talking to someone."
Slade groaned. Why couldn’t she be the meek, simpering type? "Yeah, I was talking to someone. Trying to figure things out."
"You talking to yourself? Because there ain’t nobody here. Or maybe you were asking me? It’s not like I know any more than you do." She pointed a finger at him. "But that ain’t why you’re down here, spitting curses and growling at me. I haven’t done a damn thing—"
"Just go back to bed." Leaping to his feet, Slade cursed under his breath as the thin sheet he’d had cascaded to his feet. "Do you not get it? Are you really so—"
"Oh." Alex stepped back, shock in her voice. He heard her swallow, the sound loud in the silence. "I get it."
"Do you?"
"I didn’t…" Alex waved a hand and stepped back. She paused, before shaking her head and heading around the end of the couch. "Look, it’s not my fault you’re in that state. Biting my head off—"
"It’s exactly your fault." Slade grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. "You have no idea what it’s like to want something, someone, and know you can’t touch them. You run around here in those jeans and skimpy little shirts, driving me crazy, and you think—"
"I do nothing of the sort." Indignation flared in her voice. "So what if I’m dressing comfortably. Why do you care? It’s not like I’m stopping you from going to see your girlfriend or whomever it is you’re lusting after. You know where the hell we are, I don’t."
Stepping back, Slade felt the press of the couch arm against the back of his thighs. His arm tightened around her as he twisted, lifting her so they crashed onto the couch. "I have the one I want." Low, guttural, his voice filled the silence.
He caught her shudder of awareness. The tensing of muscles, her breath catching in her throat as realization dawned. Briefly, he wondered if this was such a great idea. He couldn’t afford to get involved with a civilian. Not even one as hell-bent on getting into trouble as Alex Caden.
"You don’t want me," she whispered. "You just want sex. I’m convenient."
"Not by much." Slade pressed a hard, ruthless kiss to her lips. Tense, unresponsive, Alex froze beneath him, her palms pressed against his shoulders. He pulled back, his mouth softening slowly. Lifting his head, Slade stared down at the woman lying beneath him. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes following the movement.
"Slade?" So low he almost missed it, her voice stroked along his nerves. Heating his blood as her hands moved, tracing over the curves of his shoulders. He groaned as her fingers raked through the curls on his chest, her nails tweaking his nipples. Shots of pure want raced to his loins, his shaft hardening until it ached.
He took his time. The kiss was slow and deep, his tongue probing. Frustration gave way to seduction, to want. Repeatedly, his tongue tangled with hers, tasting her. A muted groan rumbled from within his chest as her hands crept around his sides to clutch at his back.
Heat enveloped him through the thin cotton of his shorts as he pressed against her loins. Rolling his hips, he thrust against her, a flare of satisfaction tightening his cock at the tremble in her body, the way she arched against him.
****
COUNTER BALANCE - AVAILABLE NOW
A woman with secrets. A man with honor. Can love survive?
When an unknown foe kidnaps Alex Caden, her rescue comes at the hands of an elite Navy SEAL team. But there are secrets that will keep those who want her dead on her trail.
Slade Lake has dedicated his life to keeping civilians safe. When he saves Alex, he knows as soon as he sees her that they’re meant to be together. With killers dogging their every step and secrets unfolding can they find love or will the enemies from the shadows destroy everything?
Monday, January 27, 2014
14 Facts About Me
I've been tagged this week several times on Facebook to share 14 random facts about me.
1. I've never been to Disney, but we are taking the kids this summer.
2. I am the only member in my family (prior to getting married and having kids) that was born in Georgia. The rest of my family is in Connecticut.
3. I just learned to crochet.
4. I love proof reading other peoples books before they go out to publication.
5. I wish I was more crafty, but I do simple things.
6. I'm working hard to break my Facebook addiction. I no long want to aimlessly scroll the newsfeed when I could be doing so much more. But man, it's hard to stop.
7. I hate it when someone doesn't like me.
8. I'm a people pleaser - probably why number 7 exists.
9. I am developing more of a backbone and telling others what is up.
10. You will find a peace of me in each other my heroines. And most likely, a piece of my husband too.
11. My husband was my boss. We met when I worked at Shoney's as a waitress.
12. I'm now the boss. :)
13. My dog drives me crazy. I just don't understand her. *Sigh, I'm a cat person.*
14. I'm addicted to HGTV. I could watch it all day and I do! Perfect network for background noise while I write.
-Lacey Wolfe
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Check out my latest release Arranged Love - They think they're fooling their parents, but really, the joke's on them.
1. I've never been to Disney, but we are taking the kids this summer.
2. I am the only member in my family (prior to getting married and having kids) that was born in Georgia. The rest of my family is in Connecticut.
3. I just learned to crochet.
4. I love proof reading other peoples books before they go out to publication.
5. I wish I was more crafty, but I do simple things.
6. I'm working hard to break my Facebook addiction. I no long want to aimlessly scroll the newsfeed when I could be doing so much more. But man, it's hard to stop.
7. I hate it when someone doesn't like me.
8. I'm a people pleaser - probably why number 7 exists.
9. I am developing more of a backbone and telling others what is up.
10. You will find a peace of me in each other my heroines. And most likely, a piece of my husband too.
11. My husband was my boss. We met when I worked at Shoney's as a waitress.
12. I'm now the boss. :)
13. My dog drives me crazy. I just don't understand her. *Sigh, I'm a cat person.*
14. I'm addicted to HGTV. I could watch it all day and I do! Perfect network for background noise while I write.
-Lacey Wolfe
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Check out my latest release Arranged Love - They think they're fooling their parents, but really, the joke's on them.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Tantalizing Tuesday - Wanted: Wife by Lacey Wolfe
Today I wanted to share with you a piece of Wanted: Wife with you.
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Sliding his hand around her neck, Steven tilted Darcy's head so he could deepen the kiss. Her fingers danced around his waist and the little sensation went straight to his groin. Releasing her hand, he gripped her waist and pulled her into him. He was hard and it pressed into her and she didn't seem to mind. Damn this woman! She should be pushing away from him, reminding him they were to stay friends, but instead he kept hoping her hand would find its way lower.
Could they do this once and then pretend it never happened? His erection was telling him yes, but his brain was telling him no. He started to pull away from the kiss, but Darcy wouldn't let him.
God, he was turned on and wanted to touch her, taste her, explore her. He needed her!
"Stop, Darcy." He pushed her off him.
She stepped back, a shocked look on her face.
"I can't control myself. I want to take you to bed so bad."
"I want that too." She moved closer to him again and wrapped her arm around his neck and let her other hand dangle at his waistband. "Can't we have a little fun?"
Do it or not? Yes or no? His core ached and taunted him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to listen to the head below. He lifted Darcy up and sat her on the counter. His lips were everywhere. Her neck, collarbone. His hands were greedy as they worked the buttons on her blouse. "Stop me now, Darcy."
She gazed into his eyes and then cupped his erection through his pants. "No."
"No turning back?"
"No turning back."
****
Woo, and it does heat up from there. :)
Wanted: Wife - available now!
Help Wanted: A Wife
Darcy White can't believe she's answering a help wanted ad from someone looking to hire a wife, but she's hit rock bottom and is on the verge of being evicted from her apartment. When she learns that the guy she had a crush on in high school is the one looking to hire, she'd be crazy not to live out her fantasy.
Steven McDonald needs a wife, or at least a fiancée, before his grandfather retires or else he won't inherit the family business. He knows not just any woman will do, and in a desperate attempt to find a solution, he places a help wanted ad in the local paper. The day Darcy White answers it, his dreams begin to come true.
As Darcy and Steven pretend they're engaged, they make a promise to keep things platonic. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to keep their hands off one another. With his grandfather's retirement approaching, and the possible end to their fake engagement, can Steven and Darcy admit their feelings to not only themselves but each other?
Content Warning: contains adult language and sensual love scenes
Monday, December 30, 2013
Help me fix this mop!
Last week, I could hardly believe that it was almost Christmas. This week, I can't believe we're almost to 2014. Weren't we all just freaking out about the end of the world coming on December 21st, 2012? Wow...well thank goodness that didn't happen.
Right now, we are all thinking about this past year. What we liked, hated, could've done better, etc. And then our brains are thinking about what we're going to do in 2014. I have tons of goals in my writing career, but only one in my personal life.
I am going to go on the record and say, I plan to look nice for 2014. Somewhere years ago, I lost me. Well, not really, but more like, the me that curled her hair, wore make-up, etc. When my daughter started pre-k and I became a full-time writer, I started to dedicate my life to writing. And since I never leave the house, I just let go of things like make-up, doing a little something to this mop on my head besides a bun.
Even now, when I go out of the house, I rarely look nice. Sure, I will put on some clothes and make-up, but the hair, it still just gets brushed and that's it. I see women with their families and they look nice. They have their hair done, make-up, and I'm not going to dwell on the fact they are a few pants sizes smaller than me.
Where did that person in me go? Why can't I find the will to do the same?
So, please, help me! Anyone have some super easy ways to curl your hair or whatever that I can bring into my routine in 2014. I'm tired of looking like a bag lady. :/
-Lacey
Right now, we are all thinking about this past year. What we liked, hated, could've done better, etc. And then our brains are thinking about what we're going to do in 2014. I have tons of goals in my writing career, but only one in my personal life.
I am going to go on the record and say, I plan to look nice for 2014. Somewhere years ago, I lost me. Well, not really, but more like, the me that curled her hair, wore make-up, etc. When my daughter started pre-k and I became a full-time writer, I started to dedicate my life to writing. And since I never leave the house, I just let go of things like make-up, doing a little something to this mop on my head besides a bun.
Even now, when I go out of the house, I rarely look nice. Sure, I will put on some clothes and make-up, but the hair, it still just gets brushed and that's it. I see women with their families and they look nice. They have their hair done, make-up, and I'm not going to dwell on the fact they are a few pants sizes smaller than me.
Where did that person in me go? Why can't I find the will to do the same?
So, please, help me! Anyone have some super easy ways to curl your hair or whatever that I can bring into my routine in 2014. I'm tired of looking like a bag lady. :/
-Lacey
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