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Scooping The Litter Box #MFRWauthor

There are days I feel like Dexter’s mom when I’m running around the house. The only difference is I refuse to wear yellow rubber gloves. My gloves are green. Even though madge says that Palmolive is good for the hands, it’s rough on my nails. Besides, I hate washing dishes or actually the silverware. Another thing I would pay not to do is to scoop litter.

 

I know, two alternatives would be you use disposable plates and cutlery, but is that environmentally sound? Not to mention the expense of purchasing those items on a regular basis. It’s more economical to just pay someone to wash the dishes.

 

And the alternative to scooping litter would be to not have a cat. I’m working on that but in the meantime I have a self scooping litter box.

 

Self-scooping when it decides to work.  I’ve found that even trying to bribe or pay the kids, when they lived here, didn’t work. No one likes scooping the litter box.

A self-scooping or cleaning litter box is definitely the way to go. And the one I purchased worked great until it didn’t. And since I have two cates I have two litter boxes. One of the traditional kind since one of the cats is territorial about where he goes. So I’m stuck scooping.

 

Anybody want a black and white domestic short-hair? He’s free to a good home…

 

 

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Agreement? #MFRWhooks

Coming Soon!

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

 

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

 

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.

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Lincoln drummed his fingers on the scarred wood table of the booth. Whatever Selena had to say, she would say it tonight. He lifted the tan ceramic mug of coffee to his lips and sipped the now lukewarm brew.

The bell above the diner door jangled, and Lincoln focused his attention on the newcomer. Average height, dark-brown skin almost the color of soot, and rust-colored hair. She could’ve been beautiful, but too much smoking and partying had hardened her features. The woman was thick and curvy, with full lips and brown eyes. In another time and place, desire would’ve flooded him. Now he felt nothing.

What he ever saw in Selena other than a piece of ass, he couldn’t say. He remembered what it was—he’d been lonely. Randa had been extremely hurt over learning he’d been unfaithful and her subsequent miscarriage. So that left Selena.

Selena was the live-in health aide who had assisted his wife after her surgery nearly six years ago. Since he couldn’t be the one to provide his wife comfort and companionship, he turned to Selena, who was more than happy to fill the void.

She offered him a tight smile as she approached. He didn’t return the gesture.

“What did you need to see me about?” he asked once she sat. The server approached, and he waved the waitress away.

“I don’t even get a hello?” Selena batted her lashes at him.

“Or a glass of water. Now what was so important you couldn’t tell me in a text?”

She huffed, slouched in her seat, and reached in her pants pocket and placed a crumpled piece of paper on the table. “I thought the news would be better in person.”

Lincoln scooted to the edge of the seat, ready to leave. He didn’t have time to play games with her, not after the wonderful afternoon he’d spent with his wife and the evening he still had planned.

“No. Wait. Please.” The desperation and plea held him more than her hand on his wrist. “I’m sorry. You still twist me all in knots, and I can’t have you.”

Lincoln sat. “No, you can’t.”

“Well, here’s a piece of news I know your wife will appreciate. I’m dying.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I swear, I’m telling the truth. I’ve the doctor’s report and everything.” She tapped the paper.

He stared at her, then the page beneath her finger. Surely he hadn’t heard her correctly, but there it was in black and white. Dying? Probably what bothered him most was that he felt nothing. This could be another one of her ploys to work her way back in his life. It wouldn’t be the first time. She’d tried something similar after she realized he wasn’t going to leave Randa for her. Selena went so far as to inject herself with medication that would mimic the symptoms of a chemo patient.

By then, he and Randa were working things out and had come to an agreement to open their marriage, Selena being the first. Her jealousies and undermining Randa’s confidence nearly toppled the tentative bond he and Randa had forged. Randa meant everything to him, and he wasn’t going to let another female destroy what they were building.

Lincoln was so stuck on the first part of Selena’s news he nearly missed the second, more important piece. He focused on her.

“Say that again.”

She sat back with a smug twist of her lips. “I said you have a daughter.”

Anger surged through him. There was no way in hell any of the words she had just spoken were true. He jumped from his seat, tossed some bills on the table, and then jerked her from the booth. Ignoring the stares of the other patrons, Lincoln marched Selena from the diner.

Once they hit the crisp air, heavy with rain, he shoved her against the rough exterior of the building. Eyes wide with fear, she stared up at him. He placed a hand at her throat.

“I’d kill you myself if I thought I could get away with it. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t walk away from you.”

“Because I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me.” She held up a small envelope, the paper shaking so hard it rattled.

He snatched it from her and stepped away. He ripped it open and pulled out the birth certificate. His name was listed as the father. This still wasn’t enough proof. “And how do I know this is legit and not something you forged?”

She slid down the wall and sat on the asphalt. “You’re the only man I was involved with at that time.” She dropped her head in her hands. “I just need to know my kid will be taken care of after I’m gone.”

Shaking his head, he walked away.

“Please, Lincoln. I have to know.”

 

 

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Homework Bot #MFRWauthor

Did you know you can make a cookie sheet from aluminum foil? OR who knew that pipe cleaners would be a craft item that everyone loves to twist and shape What is that saying about desperation being the mother of all invention? Or is it inspiration? Either way someone needed something that wasn’t available and that person made it, then shared it with others.

Planes, trains, boats, hammers, screws and nails. Even something as rudimentary as the wheel has been invented. We have mobile devices, coat hangers, robots that build cars, can assist or completely do some types of surgery, and my personal favorite chocolate. But what in the world can be invented that hasn’t been invented already?

 

A homework help bot . This would be a robot specifically designed to help a child with his/her homework. This is more than just a computer, it’s geared towards the child and the best way to approach learning. This was something my youngest son came up with when he was in middle school. He always had so much homework and I was unable to help with certain subjects because it had to be done in a particular way. I could get an answer, but it wasn’t the way his teacher showed him and it was not the way I was taught. After all, when I was in school, Pluto was a planet.

 

So to encourage him the best way I could I told him he could invent a robot that would help with homework and make learning not only fun but easier on all involved. Do you know how hard it is to remember the quadratic equation when it’s not something used everyday. The average person isn’t concerned about rise over run or 2a+b=c

Now if someone would invent a way to bring what’s directly in my brain to the page, writing would go so much faster.

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Plink-plink-plink. #MFRWhooks

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

 

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

 

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.

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Chapter One

Plink-plink-plink.

Lincoln Arnold held his breath and waited to see if she would come to the window. Disappointment wiggled its way in the pit of his stomach, but he would not be deterred. He grabbed a few more pebbles from the ground in front of him and tossed them at the glass.

Plink-plink-plink.

Maybe she was too involved in her video game to notice he was throwing rocks at her window. He didn’t entirely blame his wife for ignoring him. With all the traveling he’d done lately, they hadn’t been able to spend any real time together. Lincoln was hoping to remedy that with a little impromptu lunch. If he could get his wife’s attention, that was.

 

AN EXPLOSION FILLED the screen. Randa shouted in triumph, as did the voice in her headset, when several bodies went flying.

“Now let’s go get their flag,” she said. The wireless controller vibrated in her hand. Multiple light flares soared over her avatar’s head, and she frantically searched the screen for the enemy.

“What the…” the voice said in her ear. “Where’d that come from?”

“Dunno, but I’m almost outta health.”

“I gotcha.”

“What’s up with FazFazol? He sent me some weird message that he was pissed about losing the last tournament.” Randa grunted when she narrowly missed an opponent’s attack.

“He’s upset because he recruited you, and already you’re a better player.” Gremlin chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry. You know how fragile his ego is.”

Another explosion vibrated her controller.

Plink-plink-plink.

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If I had a TARDIS #MFRWauthor

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If I had a TARDIS oh the places I could go. Of course Doctor Who and Captain Jack Harkness would ride with me. You gotta admit a big blue police telephone box with a perception field around it is a lot cooler than a flying Delorean. I’ve nothing against Doc Brown, but who wants to tote around a bag of garbage to fuel a car? Doctor Who has that nifty sonic screwdriver, and he can travel ANYWHERE!

 

So where would I go if I could Time travel?. Are certain events a fixed point in time as Doctor Who has said on numerous occasions? Or is it more forgiving? Would I go back and not let President Trump win the election, view the dinosaurs, meet Malcolm X or the real Betty Boop. Maybe something more personal like having a conversation with my younger self and tell her to avoid the young man and choose a worthier man, or better yet, stay home the last three weeks of school freshman year. It’s so easy to get caught up in the personal and change your own path. Many of the things that have occurred in life help shape who we are now. With that said I would go back and sit at the feet of Jesus. To witness firsthand his humbleness, power, love, and ministry would be a game changer. If I couldn’t see him, the I’d visit Lot during the time he and his family were fleeing Sodom and Gomorrah. I’d love to see his wife turn into a pillar of salt.

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Sex, Lies, and Joysticks #MFRWhooks

Coming Soon!

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

 

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

 

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.

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A small gasp and a clatter sounded behind him. He whirled to find wide-eyed shock on Randa’s face.

“Oh my gosh, Matteo. What happened to you? And don’t tell me nothing.”

“Matteo! You were in some kind of fight.”

“A couple thugs jumped me.” That much was true.

“For what? Were you flashing your wallet in a bad part of town?”

He grinned. He had done that once or twice, but the people who had come after him were after more than his cash. They were after the life of his family. There were secrets he knew that could destroy important people. Secrets that had the ability to keep him alive, but now people wanted him dead.

And just to prove they could get to him, there were photos of Randa and Lincoln. Not at home, thankfully, but photos of them anyway.

He sucked in air as something frigid pressed to his flesh. The ice pack eased the tenderness from his side.

“Dammit, woman!”

She giggled. “Serves you right.” Once finished, she gained her feet and faced him. “What have you gotten yourself into now?”

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Fear or failure? #MFRWauthor

Fear is not an option- is probably one of the best lines from the movie True Lies. After all, does a spy really pee his pants when he sees a gun? Or has a lipstick held under his chin?

 

There’s some sort of proverb that says courage isn’t about being brave but being brave enough to face one’s fears, or something along those lines. Fear is such a small word, but it can have a huge impact of one’s life and the loves of others. Fear has a way  of turning into bitterness, envy, and hatred. DOn’t believe me, look at history for examples. The Spanish wanted gold. Men feared black men were too affluent and powerful in their homeland, so the foreigners decided to make them less than human. Look at any war and somewhere in there fear plays a role.

 

Fear of losing something can cause you to hold onto so tightly to what you have that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to hold on to it.

Fear of failure. You’ve heard the stories of some famous writers receiving hundreds of rejections before they finally hit it big. Hershey went bankrupt several times before he became famous, Ben Franklin found hundreds of ways to not make a lightbulb before he finally made a lightbulb. Harriet Tubman ferried dozens of slaves to freedom, Maya Angelou continued to rise and Aretha earned Respect. in an era where there was a color line.

So what would’ve happened if these famous figures allowed their fears to rule hater lives? I shudder to think of the alternatives.

Someone else would step in and we’d still have electricity. freedom. poetry and music or would we?

Fear of failure, I deal with it everyday. One day I’ll say I’m mostly blind. Do you know how disconcerting it is to walk less than a foot from busy traffic  with only a dog as a guide? Or to walk in an unknown space with only a stick to navigate whatever obstacles may lay in wait? Or perhaps the unthinkable happens and you’re hit by a car while walking home from the gym.  Or Maybe things didn’t go well with a relationship and now what, never look for love again?

Many times we miss out on blessings because we’re so wrapped up in fear. Some fear is healthy like sticking your hand in the fire or choosing to park beneath a light in a parking lot if you’re alone, not walking down a dark alley in an unknown neighborhood. Or my personal favorite hiding in the bathroom when the monster is coming for you. Um don’t hide go outside and get amongst some people.  Sorry, I digress.

If we allow fear to rule our lives we’d never know what it’s like to overcome, to be great, to be courageous. To love. Fear is just another way to give up and not try again. I face my fears everyday and I’m better for it. Can you say the same?

Fear is not an option.

 

 

 

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Sex, Lies, and Joysticks #MFRWhooks

Coming Soon!

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

 

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

 

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.

Excerpt

He glanced up in time to see Randa step through the sliding glass patio doors. She offered him a wide smile as she skipped across the redwood planks, stumbled at the top of the stairs, and pitched forward. She let out a shriek, her arms windmilling, and grabbed for the handrail only to miss. Lincoln sprinted forward and seized her before she could hit the hard paving stones.

He held her close, his heart pounding as she clutched at his shoulders. She was breathing hard.

“That could’ve been bad.” He smoothed a hand over her hair and stared at her face.

Randa licked her lips and exhaled a ragged breath. “Indeed.”

“Are you okay?”

She maintained his gaze. “Now that you’re here.”

“Good.” He carefully set her on her feet, looked her over, and found the culprit to her fall. An untied shoelace. “Hold still a moment.” He squatted, lifted her right foot, and rested the extremity on his thigh as he tied her shoe. She placed a hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance.

He lingered on her foot, tracing the exposed skin around her ankle. The sharp inhale from above was enough to tighten his groin and instill a sense of urgency to get her to his special spot.

Lincoln placed her foot back on the ground and stood, dusting off his jeans. He allowed his gaze to drift down her body. Randa visibly trembled beneath his scrutiny. He smirked. The woman—his woman—was all soft curves and voluptuous perfection.

“I love when you look at me like that.” Her voice had a breathless quality to it, and it hardened his dick to a painful throb.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to gobble me whole.”

He drew her near. So close her breasts pressed against his chest with every breath she exhaled. Good thing they would be alone and uninterrupted for what he had in mind.

 

 

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“Honor Due” #MFRWhooks

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.

 

Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.

 

Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

 


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“My friend!” Huemac clasped Moctezuma’s wrist, then drew him in for a hug.

Moctezuma blocked the gesture with a flat palm on Huemac’s chest and a slight frown. “You are rather exuberant in your greeting.” Though the admonition was terse, a gleam of amusement tinted his eyes. “You must have seen your lady love.”

Huemac forced a blush, then was surprised at how easily the heat rose in his cheeks. He inclined his head. Did he really need Moctezuma’s approval? “Yes.”

Moctezuma laughed. “Old friend, you do not have to pretend with me. I have seen the way my sister looks at you. She pretends indifference when you are near, but she cannot hide her glow of love.” He turned sober. “Have a care with her heart. If your intentions are not honorable, I shall be forced to sacrifice you in the pits.”

A long silence hung between the two. Huemac was first to look away. He swallowed the angry retort that burned like acid in his throat. How dare this half-breed threaten him with a death befitting mortals. The pits were for the entertainment of the gods, suitable for those who had fallen out of favor or displeased them, and yes, even used for lesser gods, but not one such as himself. Huemac was a god to be feared, a captain in the Emperor’s army only outranked by Tialoc and his second-in-command, Xochiti.

“I intend to give her all the honor due her,” Huemac vowed. And then to keep her on as a slave. After all, she did satisfy his needs. “She has persuaded me to wait until after your celebration to announce our relationship.”

Moctezuma winced. “Yes. All this fanfare and nonsense to be named successor as leader of our people. It is so unnecessary. I have tried to speak reason to my parents, but my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.”

The other male did not want the throne? That was surprising news. “Surely, you jest,”

“No. My brother would be better suited for the task, but my father insists that as first son, it is my birthright, regardless of blood.”

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“Means to an end” #MFRWhooks

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.

 

Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.

 

Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

 


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“I understand that my sister has requested you as part of her personal guard,” Moctezuma began offhandedly. “This is a much-coveted position.” 

 

Huemac pretended not to see the dark glare Metztli shot Moctezuma. “Indeed, Lord Emperor. It is a testament of the trust and faith the princess has in me.” He allowed pride and arrogance to flow through his voice.

 

Moctezuma merely smiled. “Please do not stand on formality, old friend. I am rather pleased Metztli has requested you.”

 

Huemac coughed in surprise. He made the mistake of glancing directly into Moctezuma’s eyes and once more experienced the sensation of falling. With great effort he looked away. Had the emperor seen anything?

 

Moctezuma frowned, then rubbed his temples. “I will be speaking with Tialoc about the reassignment once he returns.”

 

Hope that had nothing to do with his own plot soared through Huemac. Once more he wondered if he were merely using Metztli as a means to an end of if he truly had feelings for her. “And when will that be?”

 

Moctezuma stared at a point beyond Metztli’s shoulder. “Three days’ time. In the meantime I have spoken with Xochiti to lighten your duties so that the two of you may be permitted some time here and there.”

 

Joy burst through Huemac. He shook himself. What was the matter with him? He was behaving like some lovestruck halfling.

 

“Oh that is marvelous!” Metztli beamed. “We can picnic in the valley of the Emperors. You have promised to show me the tombs of the Fallen.”

 

Huemac inclined his head, unable to stop the smile of indulgence from curling his lips. “Indeed I did. As soon as I know when I can leave, we will begin our adventure.” And maybe I’ll find the incantation to free my soul.

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