For those of you who watch the game and imbibe a little---or
a lot. Yep that's me. No matter what team you were routing for yesterday you
should be happy. It was a great game. So close it kept me on the edge of my
seat most of the time. I thought Luke Bryan did a good job on the National
Anthem. What did you think of Lady Gaga's half time performance?
Anyway because of the superbowl I don't have much to write
about. It's hard to think of much when there is some a-hole using a jackhammer
in you head. Lol
I do have a new book coming out the 17th of
February. It is called Primal Lust. This story is contemporary and about three
people surviving in a Brazilian jungle after their plane crashes. As usual in
most of my books this one is erotic romance with descriptive sex scenes.
Excerpt from Primal Lust
Rebecca jolted awake at the crash of thunder. She peered out
the window beside her and saw the sky surrounding them was dark, but frequent
flashes of lightning dispelled the gloom. Unlike the major carriers, this small
plane, she thought of them as tree-top airlines, was unable to climb above the
storm. Instead, they were forced to fly around them, or fly through the thick
of storms. Obviously, they were flying through the thick of this one. The air
became turbulent and the pilot advised them to fasten their seatbelts. Casting
a glance at Bret showed her that somehow, he was smiling as he slept through
this.
The plane skidded sideways, then her stomach jumped to her
throat as the floor abruptly dropped away like a runaway elevator. The nose of
the plane rose as it struggled to regain altitude. Another crash of thunder
split the air. The interior of the plane was illuminated brightly followed by a
roar that deafened her.
Rebecca stole a glance out her window and along the wing. To
her dismay, she saw smoke erupt from the engine there. The propeller came to a
halt and the nose dipped down. The interior lights winked out, plunging them
into darkness.
Distantly, Bret exclaimed, "Holy shit!"
Rebecca gripped the armrests white knuckled while the craft
continued to plunge toward the ground.
"Brace yourself, Rebecca. We're going down!" he
shouted.
She grabbed the pillow wedged in her seat, placed it in her
lap, and planted her face in it. Wood snapped in the distance. The plane skewed
sideways and something flew out of the darkness to strike the back of her head.
After that she didn't hear or feel anything.
The craft struck the treetops and one branch, thicker than
the rest, hit the right wing, shearing it away. The plane pitched to the right
and another branch sheared away the left wing. The fuselage plunged deeper into
the trees, and the nose buried into the ground, causing the passenger cabin to
surge upward. Tree trunks snapped and tumbled away. In the process the
passenger cabin broke apart, spewing people and interior contents into the
jungle growth.
Rebecca became aware with a start. She couldn't breathe
because her face was pressed into something thick and soggy. Instinct kicked
in. She pressed her hands forward, and at the same time, rolled to one side.
Spitting mud from her mouth allowed her to inhale and take in a welcome breath
of air.
For a moment, she lay still as she slowly came to grips that
she was still strapped into her seat, she was no longer moving, nor was she in
the plane. It was still daytime, although the light around was the same as in
twilight, so she reasoned she hadn't been blacked out very long. Torrential
rain poured down on her as if she was standing in a shower.
I'm on the ground and
I'm alive.
She performed a quick reconnoiter. None of her limbs were
broken. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she rolled away from the seat and stood on
shaky legs. Rebecca quickly examined herself. She had multiple cuts and
scrapes. She brushed her hand through her sodden hair and felt something
sticky. Just before the heavy downpour washed it away, she saw her hand was red
with blood.
Head wound. They
always bleed heavily, so hopefully it isn't real bad. Okay I'll live, but did
anyone else survive?
She cast around in the thick foliage searching for others.
The first two passengers she found were dead. Turning over a seat, she saw
Bret. While she was searching him for a pulse, he inhaled sharply. "Thank
God, you're alive," she shouted to be heard above another roar of thunder.
Bret unfastened his seatbelt and stood. Rebecca quickly
examined him. Like her, he had many cuts and scrapes, but otherwise appeared to
be intact.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm alive, and I'm not alone anymore, so yes, I'm okay
for now. Unless you need me to treat one of your wounds right away, help me
locate the others if you feel up to it."
"I'm okay and will do."
They separated and searched. Each time they located one of
their fellow passengers, they called out to each other. The news was grim.
Including them, all but one were soon accounted for, except for them, all were
dead.
Rebecca stumbled across the final passenger, a man. He was
alive, but one of his arms was twisted to a wrong angle. While she examined
him, he opened his eyes, but they darted to each side and appeared unfocused,
leading her to believe he was disoriented.
"What are you doing?" he asked, then groaned.
"What's your name? I'm Rebecca. I was one of your
fellow passengers on the plane. We crashed. I'm a doctor and I'm checking you
for injuries. It appears you have a broken arm along with a number of other
less critical injuries."
"My name is Rubo and get away from me. I need a real
doctor, not some fucking woman pretending to be one."
Rebecca stepped back, aghast. "I am a real
doctor," she said.
"Women aren't real doctors. That is a man's
occupation."
Instant anger seethed in Rebecca, and for a moment,
overwhelmed her normal doctor compassion. "What the hell, Rubo? Have you
been living under a rock? There's a lot of female doctors and this one is
trying to help you." She waved her hands, indicating their surroundings.
"In case you haven’t noticed, there isn't a large selection of doctors to
choose from in our location. Now you can either allow me to try to help you, or
you can lie out here in fucking misery. I don't care because there are others
who need my help, too, and they aren't bitchin about it."
Rubo didn't answer her tongue lashing right away and she
turned to leave.
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2 comments:
I heard Lady Gaga's halftime performance was great so I'm hoping to watch it on my day off tomorrow. But... don't think I've watched more than 4-5 football games my whole life. I'd rather read. Liked your video - what a great way to showcase your works!
I agree with J. Hali, what a great video! Usually, Hubs watches the Super Bowl and I watch the commercials. We're at our son's house & DIL's family came over for the game. Son grilled ribs and we had way too much to eat. I was so bummed before half-time at the lopsided score, I took Toddler Girl upstairs to play. I missed the half-time show. It sounded good though. Missed most of the commercials so I'll have to find them on the Net. The end of the game was so tense. I couldn't see how the Patriots would pull it off. OMG. It took 3/4 of the game for them to wake up.
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