Another Dirty Dozen, Part II

I read so many wonderful stories in the month of September and October. I can't believe I already have enough to write a second round of dirty dozens. From the looks of these lists, you would never know I hated reading as a child. As a teenager, I actually acted as if I was too cool to sit and read. I was a movie buff. When the time came to complete book reports, I only chose books with movie adaptations. My love for reading came after reading Twilight. Corny? You bet your ass. The older I get, the more embarrassed I am to say that, and I'm not sure why. Twilight meant more to me than just a love affair with Edward; it changed the course of my life. I read the first book in one day followed by the second and third books within the week. Coming from someone who hadn't recreationally read a book in probably 10 years, three books in a week turned my world upside down. After Twilight, I became addicted to the escape.

At that point in my college career, I had no idea what I wanted to do. Music Education...Theatre... Communications...Theatre...Communications...I couldn't make up my mind. In 2009, I left school after my sophomore year without enrolling for the fall semester. I was extremely depressed and decided to bum it for a summer by the pool. No job, no school, no dream. I was pathetic to say the least. Then Twilight happened, and my love for literature became the rope to pull me from the deep dark whole.

Reading just wasn't enough. I had stories of my own to tell but didn't know I had the creativity to put words to paper. Then, one very early morning, I sat down at the computer and began typing. What I wrote was not bestseller worthy, but the words flowed free and filled page after page. Characters appeared, tragedy set the story in motion, and I found my purpose.

My absolute favorite part about writing is how I have no control on who the characters are and the actions they take. In my mind, I know their futures. I know the decisions they plan to make, good or bad. Love or lust, illness or death, their stories play like a movie in my mind. Even if I wanted to change it, I couldn't.

Do I have a story to share with you? Yes, I do. I am working to copyright my work-in-progress project, so I can share it on my blog. Until then, you're just going to have to listen to me ooo and ahh and talk dirty over other great stories.

3-4) The Breathing Series
http://rebeccadonovan.com/

"We were engaged in a very intricate dance of touching without touching, knowing without saying, and feeling without expressing. We were friends walking along a ledge, a very thin ledge - and I was too caught up in my heightened awareness of his existence to realize how close the ledge was to crumbling beneath my feet."



When I first started writing these reviews, I did the "textbook" - this is the characters, this is what the story is about, this is why I love it. This method is a classic and gets the job done, but I always feel like I'm giving too much away. I want you to escape into the story, just how I did. Of course, if I'm listing it on my blog, you have to know I love it to pieces. This series is one to fall in love with, cry over, glue your heart back together, grab another box of tissues, and start all over again. The Breathing Series is a beautifully, crafted story spilling over with love, family, friendship, secrets, thrill, and major cliff hangers! Rebecca Donovan's story will leave you wanting... Luckily, the third and final installment releases June 2013!

 

Giveaway Winners Announced!

Congrats to Shannon, DeeAnna B, Kathya, and Rebecca Kimmerling! You will receive an autographed copy of one of the titles listed below. Some have autographed bookmarks as well! Go to www.facebook.com/fallinginfallblog and send me a message with your mailing address and first pick of the following titles:

Delicate by Stephanie Campbell

Grounding Quinn by Stephanie Campbell

The Vincent Boys by Abbi Glines

Double Clutch by Liz Reinhardt

Thank you to all of the FALLowers for entering the giveaway!

Last Chance to Enter ~ Autographed Book Giveaway!

The Giveaway.

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The giveaway will end Tuesday, October 9 at 8:00 a.m.

The prizes include autographed copies of...

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I also have two autographed bookmarks from Stephanie Campbell, and three printed autograph bookmarks from Abbi Glines.

Thank you Stephanie Campbell, Liz Reinhardt, and Abbi Glines for graciously providing these titles and bookmarks for this giveaway.

Dirty School Girl Fantasy & Another Dirty Dozen Begins

It is time I confess to the world my sick fantasy about sleeping with a professor. Teachers too, but saying Professor in the bedroom is a little sexier than Mister -----. I love to play the dirty school girl. Plaid skirt, thigh-high hosiery, black patten, strap-around-the-ankle heels...no panties. I blame it on daddy issues, and I have a lot of those. I was about to say the older, the better, but then I thought you might throw up. I have standards, but a professor between the ages of 24 and 45 wearing grandpa attire that disguises their average, lanky to medium frame...ooooohhhhhh yyyyyeeeeesssss! I admit I had professors and teachers in undergraduate and high school that just turned me on at first sight. If it was an 8:00 class, I was there looking cute and being extra attentive. There is something about an intelligent man who gets excited about his work that keeps my imagination running in the sack at night. Clicking away at their Power Points, their voice becomes soothing, but then you get caught...

"Professor? Do you think you could give me a quick run through of Chapter 11 before our exam?" Ashton says seductively as she takes her seat on the desk, heels on the leather-bound arm rest of his wing back chair, legs opened to his undivided attention.

"Th-at wou-ou-ld be the um re-re-reproduc-duc-duc-tive chapter." The professor stutters as his hands nervously grasp the crease of his pant legs. He relishes the familiar twitch in his underwear.

"That would be the one, Professor. But I specifically need help on the female reproductive section." She reaches down to massage the folds and directs the Professor's eyes to her most delicate and sensitive apex.

All nervousness disappearing, the Professor confidently says, "It would be my pleasure to help you with that Ms. Ghaemi."

The Professor's thumbs trace circle patterns while leading the rest of his strong hands under her plaid skirt then sliding along her warm, inner thighs. The moment his lips lay gentle kisses on the crease between her upper thigh and her sex, a convulsion ripples through her body causing an arch of her back and her head to fall behind her. She looks down to watch his play of seduction at the moment he peers up to meet her stare and his mouth parts freeing his tongue.

"Ms. Ghaemi? Ms. Ghaemi?" The Professor's urgent and stressed voice pulls me from the depths of my fantasy.

"Yeehhhsss." I say trembling as reality absorbs the fantasy. Chuckles are heard from my peers, as well as the vibration of quiet, shaking laughter coming from my best friend, Joe, in the seat beside me.

"Are you alright?" The Professor's kind and comforting words remind me of his eagerness to pleasure me in his dark office, upon the rich, mahogany desk. The thought provokes another tremble through my body.

"Offf courrssee." My breathy voice reveals the state of my mind, and the other students do not try to conceal their pleasure in my moment of embarrassment.

Returning to his presentation, the Professor leans over his desk to click the mouse for the next slide but not before he looks at my hot, blushed face and gives me a gorgeous smile and a flirtatious wink.

Joe's words break through my trance. "Girl, you betta tuck that bottom lip back up where it belongs. You're drooling on the homework."

"Was I that obvious?"

"Obvious? Shoot honey. I'm gonna have to change my panties after that!"            

What possessed me to reveal such an intimate part of my imagination? That would be the first two books on the list, Another Dirty Dozen, Part I.

1-2) Gabriel's Inferno; Gabriel's Rapture
http://www.sylvainreynard.com/

The moment I read this story was about a professor and a graduate student, I downloaded it to my Kindle App. Just by looking at the book covers, you know it's going to be a hot and steamy semester ;-)

Professor Gabriel Emerson has many skeletons in his closet, but like any great wounded and mysterious leading man, he hides behind his prestigious career in education, as well as his passion as a Dante Specialist.

Julia Mitchell is a new graduate student in Professor Emerson's Dante program. She came to the University of Toronto because of Gabriel. Although he doesn't remember her, Gabriel stole Julia's heart many years before. He has become her obsession, but his arrogance and rude demeanor almost causes him to lose Julia, just as he realizes who she is.

The two must keep their connection secret from the eyes of other students, faculty, and administrators, while Gabriel deals with the demons of his past, and Julie travels the rocky roads of innocence, love, and self-discovery.

Gabriel's Inferno and Rapture became my obsession for about a week. I was so sad to see the story come to an end, but earlier this week, I read Sylvain Reynard signed a contract to write a third and final book! So exciting!

Book Giveaway!

Last weekend I attended TFEiC 2012 in Chicago. I had the best time roadtrippin' with my sister, Amanda, and her best friend, JoDe. As many do, our trip had many unexpected turns. Who would have thought when we walked into the bar at The Palmer House, we would be pulled in to a magic show with an open bar. Boy, did we luck out! (Story and pics to follow soon.) What I am most excited to tell you about was getting to meet some of my favorite authors, attending the Blogger Q&A session, and my first book giveaway!

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I also have two autographed bookmarks from Stephanie Campbell, and three printed autograph bookmarks from Abbi Glines.

Thank you Stephanie Campbell, Liz Reinhardt, and Abbi Glines for graciously providing these titles and bookmarks for this giveaway. 



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The One That Got Away

It's 4:00 am, and I cannot sleep. Drooping eyes and an exhausted body have been battling against my never ending thoughts for the last three hours. They say if you leave your bed and write out what's on your mind, you should clear enough junk out to fall in to a peaceful slumber. Sadly, the story I'm about to tell you will possible find me in my dreams tonight, maybe a day dream tomorrow, and probably every day of this lonely forever.

My "one that got away" story starts on an old, squeaky, yellow, school bus during my sophomore year of high school. I was 15, and our two intermediate school show choirs were traveling home from a competition. "We are the champions" blasted through an old black boom box and rattled the rickety rolled-down windows. We screamed the lyrics at the top of our lungs, because we were bringing home another win for our school. Our teacher and choreographer sat proudly in the front two rows, letting the students in the seats behind have a little too much fun celebrating. Field trips, especially those within the arts programs, are synonymous for shameful behavior. A group of us sitting in the back of the bus decided to start up a game of Truth or Dare. Trouble always comes from the back of the bus. It where the cool kids sit, of course! ;-) 

I forgot to mention, we had a new guy in choir that year. Mr. C, we'll call him. Mr. C was an instant hit among the choir students, and not just because we were always so desperate for bass singers! He had a sweet smile and soft eyes; the kind that say everything without saying anything at all. My mom calls them "bedroom eyes." Of course he had a mystery about him, being the new guy and all. But there was something in his eyes you knew had stories to tell. He just had a way about him, something that clued you to think he could be a good listener and a giver of excellent advice.

Back to Truth or Dare. Yes, a bit childish for 14 and 15 year olds, but you can only play so many rounds of Never Have I Ever before some horny teenage boy wants to put some allegations to the test. Anyways, it was known among my fellow choir members I had never been kissed. What do you know? A little dumbass thought it would be hilarious to dare me to kiss the new guy. I was mortified, but I never turned down a dare. 

I slid across the aisle into the empty space on ripped, brown, vinyl seats. Mr.C grabbed a blanket and threw it over our heads, so we could have some privacy. He knew I had never been kissed, so we created a plan to pretend to be making out under the blanket by swaying our heads back and forth and close together. (I must note I am incredibly embarrassed about this. How immature could I be?) I will never forget our laughter behind ear-to-ear grins. We stayed under the blanket long enough to draw out a few OOS and AWWS from our friends. Of course, they knew we were faking it.

At this point in time, I was starting in on my second year of being hopelessly in love with the boy I mentioned in my last article. But, after that trip, I started to notice Mr. C more. I primped a little more and giggled a little louder when I knew he was in the room. It was a silly school girl crush, but I was drawn to him for the kindness he showed me. He could have just grabbed me and kiss me; but he was respectful, and he surprised me.

The BIG moment happened at the show choir end-of-the-year party. My neighbor, Brandon, had everyone over for an evening of choir-nerd craziness. My affections for Mr. C had never faltered throughout the school year. Of course, I never said anything to anyone. Everyone new my dirty laundry when it came to the boy, so I decided to keep my feelings for Mr.C a secret. 

Our friends were playing games in the backyard, and we managed to break away from the group alone. At some point in the time we had been going to school together, he had told me he used to box. You know I had to play the girl card and ask, (in a high-pitched, flirty voice) "Will you teach me how to box?" For a girl, this is absolutely genius, because a guy will never tell you "no" when you ask him to show off or teach you something he is confidently skilled at. I tried to hide my ridiculous smile and rosy-red cheeks while he molded my hands to form the perfect punching fists. He taught me how to stand, where to hold my hands, and the obvious, how to punch. We were having so much fun; we didn't even notice everyone had returned inside the house. This was not by accident. You see, Brandon, knowing me better than I know myself sometimes, caught wind of my affections and concocted a plan to move everyone inside to give us alone time. I found out later that they all watched us from the windows. The cat was out of the bag. Meanwhile, outside, our boxing lesson had ended and the conversation took an interesting turn.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, nervously.
"Sure." He smiled.
"Do you like me?"
"Well, that was a blunt question."
Embarrassed by his retort, I giggled. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Do you like me?" His question caught me off guard. Although he had a wicked grin on his face, I struggled to answer the truth. Fear of rejection got the best of me.
"No." Stupid girl.

He obviously liked me, otherwise he would have just said "no" instead of turning the question back on me. I always questioned whether he did, because of the way he always smiled at me or how I would catch him listening a little too closely when I told stories and jokes. I should have known better.

"Do you?" I repeated the question.
"No." Rejection found me, even though I knew I shouldn't feel sad, because I just told him I didn't like him. I was definitely not going to tell him the truth after he answered "no."

He was a grade behind me, so when I went on to the senior high my junior year, we didn't see each other until I attended the show choir's Christmas Concert the next December. After their performance, I approached his welcoming smile to tell him about his great performance. 

Timing is everything. At the beginning of junior year, the boy, managed to control his wandering eye and gave his undivided attention to me. I was thrilled to finally receive his affections, but over the course of the fall semester, the boy's attention started to falter. You see, the boy didn't want to be with me, but didn't want me to be with anyone else either. He quickly noticed my reaction to seeing Mr. C at the Christmas Concert and noted the time we spent together over the next month.

Mr. C was such a good friend to me. We would talk on the phone for hours, and he would listen to me complain about what the boy had done this week. Mr. C was the perfect gentleman, telling me to stay away from the boy and how he would stand up for me if I was ever hurt. He even encouraged me to continue my dream to be a singer, even though I had let that dream die some time before. I was so blind, wrapped up in the shenanigans of the boy, while missing out on the perfect guy. My feelings grew for Mr. C, and I smartened up, ready to get rid of the boy for good. But by the time I did, it was too late.

"Hey Ashton. I need to talk to you." Sadness weaved through the words from his receiver to mine.
"Hey! Is everything alright?"
"I have bad news." I couldn't stand to hear him unhappy.
"Okay, what's up?"
"I'm moving."
"Moving! When?"
"In a few weeks." 

Of course this would happen, right? I finally met the right guy for me, and I had wasted too much time due to one little lie. I decided to tell him the truth about my feelings. What did I have to lose?

"So...I have something I need to tell you." It was one of those moments where you press your face into the closest pillow to muffle the shriek of your fowardness.
"Okay..."
"Remember that night in Brandon's backyard when you were teaching me to box?"
"Yeah..."
"I lied to you, when you asked me if I liked you." 
".....(dramatic pause).....I lied too."
     
The day he left, I left school in a rush to get to his house. Guess who thought he needed to go too? The boy. So, I didn't get the bittersweet sendoff, because it was awkward to hug the guy I had fallen for, while the boy who haunted me lingered by my car. Tears fell and without Mr. C, I fell back into the vicious lonely circle with the boy.

And the story twists again...

Two years later, Mr. C. called me while I was away at college to let me know he was coming to Oklahoma over Christmas Break. Boldness escaped before I could filter my words. I asked him to take me out on a date for my birthday! He agreed, and I thought we might finally get our shot. The week before we were to see each other again, he called to tell me he had a girlfriend. Needless to say, I was bummed. I was still very excited to see him again, even if we were only meant to be friends. I'll never forget how good he looked. They always look too good, when you know you can't have them.

I think I was 20 the last time we spoke. He told me he was getting married. Talk about a final nail in the ol' coffin. Shortly after, I saw he joined the military, but it wasn't long before he deleted his Facebook account. Too much time had passed, and I assumed the phone numbers were outdated. I even Googled him once, but came up with nothing.  

It been almost 10 years since that silly dare. If I could go back, I would jump in his seat, push the blanket away, grab his face, and lay a big one on him in front of everyone! I guess I'll leave that re-write for my daydreams.

The Strip Dance

Thank you Shannon for being the first to release a dirty-sad-lovey memory from my past by becoming a follower! For every new follower, I'll reveal a new one.

 

This story is a little dirty and kind of sad. Don't worry, there are more very embarrassing stories ahead, but I have to ease my way in.

 

(pic: Prom 2006- please ignore my too light foundation color!)

When I was in high school, my best friend Ben and I would have dance parties in his living room. He had this hallway that lead to his parents bedroom and bathroom but was closed off from the living room by two venetian doors. We would turn on "Dirty" by Christina Aguilera on the living room sound system and wait in the hall like backup dancers, flipping the hall light on and off (for effects) and jiggling the doors open and close during the intro of the song.  Here, have a listen while reading...

 

 

So, the music is blasting and right after Redman says, "You ain't here to party!", we would bust through the doors and you would have thought we were on stage at the 2005 Video Music Awards. Leaping off of couches, chairs, and the fireplace, we were an explosion of ridiculousness. Ben's house also had a staircase to the right of the front door that traveled up to meet a catwalk/balcony for the home's second level. You know we didn't waste such a good space. Lots of crawling and banister grinding to Christina's beats. Only with Ben could I escape to an imaginary dance world. And yes, we tortured our friends to live performances, multiple times.

 

(pic: Josh Gracin Concert- Summer 2006) 

During my junior year, Ben and I concocted a plan to help me win over the heart of the boy, who single-handedly ruined me for every other guy who came into my life years after he became a memory (that's a story for another day). Seduction was the key. A strip dance was the plan, and Ben had all the right moves. We spent hours perfecting the naughtiest little dance, which I'm pretty sure was to be the precursor to me losing my virginity. I mean, once you're in it, you better be ready to win it. 



I hate to tell you the story ends here. Blame it on the boy's predictability to be a douche bag, but he never got the dance, because he didn't deserve it. On the bright side, Ben and I had etched another fun and crazy moment into our past together. He has this beautiful spirit that lights a fire in anyone within his presence. I <3 you Ben!

Here is the song we choreographed the dance to. You might remember it from the soundtrack to City of Angels. Perfect strip dance song, right? Pretty easy to say the boy missed out.

  

 

 

   

 

I'll Tell You My Dirty Little Secret...

I'd like to proposition you.

For every new follower of Falling in Fall, I will expose a dirty secret, a sad sob story, or a lovey-dovey memory of my life. I promise to be completely honest and forthcoming in my stories, holding nothing back. It's sure to invoke a few blushes =0 

So, do we have a deal?

Dirty Dozen, Part II

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And the dirty dozen continues... To read more about the authors and what they are currently working on, check out the author's websites and blogs. The links to their sites are just above the book pics.  

(Click the pictures to purchase from Amazon)

7-8. Slammed and Point of Retreat
http://colleenhoover.com/

   Light on the dirty, heavy on the love angst and sexual tension. I crushed on this story from page one. Layken Cohen grudgingly moves with her mother and little brother from Texas to Michigan after the sudden death of her father. On move-in day, she meets her neighbor, Will Cooper, and his little brother, Kel. Will is a dress-shirt-and-a-tie hottie, who is older, more mature, and quick on his game asking Layken on a date. (I love a good romance that doesn't make you wait until the tenth chapter for a first date! Mmm...hmm.) The two connect immediately, but within the week they find themselves in a very "rule-breaking" situation. I want to tell you...oh so bad...what the twist is, but I can't. I want to tell you; because it is the reason I am so attracted to this story. Maybe I'll tell you some day ;-) The story has a wonderful combination of love, friendship, family, feel-good moments, but also sinks into the character's heartbreak and sadness.      

As soon as I swiped my finger to the last page of Slammed on the Kindle App, I immediately downloaded the second book, Point of Retreat. The best part about this series is Slammed is from Layken's POV, while Point of Retreat is from Will's. It was a bit of transition in the first chapter, reading from Will perspective, but I grew to love it so much more. While reading Slammed, you're constantly wondering what Will is thinking, and now you know. It is the perfect sequel, and you will love every syllable of it.    

And now for some really good news...Colleen is currently working on This Girl, the next book in the series. This book is written from Will's POV but plays out in the past and future, switching so you can read what he thought during scenes in Slammed, while seeing glimpses into the couple's future. Can't freaking wait!!!   


9-10. Thoughtless and Effortless
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4372391.S_C_Stephens
Click here to purchase Thoughtless



BEWARE: If you're not into reading about infidelity. This book is not for you. BUT...if you're like me, and you want to read how a good girl plays dirty with her perfect Australian boyfriend while screwing the smoldering, melts in your mouth and in your hand, rock star, best friend and roommate (I just got chills thinking about his fictitious body...ridiculous.), then click the link above and drool over the damn thing. I will say, the book seems to be slow in a few places, but when it's good, it's OH YES, YES (think Herbal Essences) good.

Effortless. Also a great sequel. Deals a lot with jealousy and trust issues. Takes me back to my pre-teen days of dreaming about Justin Timberlake, while he was touring with N'Sync. Come on, I know I wasn't the only one. Well, for my sister, it was New Kids on the Block. Whichever celebrity singer made you feel like a woman before you were old enough to have your period...you know what I mean =0...think of them, and you're sure to enjoy this one.      

Oh yes. There is more to come. Reckless is expected to be release March 2013. Yummy Yummy.

  

11. Love Unscripted

 http://tinareber.com/



Like The Thoughtless Series, Love Unscripted fulfills your every celebrity fantasy. Just replace the iconic singer with a heartthrob actor, and you're all set to go.

Ryan Christensen (Just sounds like a delicious movie star, right?) is shooting the second installment of a book-to-film series in Seaport, Rhode Island. An overnight sensation, Ryan still has not adjusted to the life of paparazzi and hordes of screaming girls. Taryn Mitchell is Seaside's smart and savvy pub owner. Taking over the family business after the passing of her father, Taryn works, lives, and breathes her pub. At the beginning of the story, Taryn doesn't even know who Ryan Christensen is. She's never seen his movies or read the books that have launched his on-screen celebrity status. Without her magazine-junkie best friend to keep her up-to-date on Hollywood gossip, Taryn wouldn't have recognized the man that ran into her bar in the early morning hours to seek an escape route from the crowd of obsessed fans. Taryn treats Ryan to a beer and moment to breathe. Once Ryan realizes Taryn has nothing in common with his stalker fans, he finds comfort with her, and their relationship blooms in a daydream-worthy romance that lingers in your thoughts after the last page. 

But, in four days (September 14, 2012) you can re-light your Ryan Christensen desire with the sequel, Love Unrehearsed. Luckily, I just finished Love Unscripted about three weeks ago. So, I didn't have to wait long too long. Thank goodness.

12. Hearts in Darkness

 http://www.laurakayeauthor.com/hearts.html

 If you're looking for an afternoon read, something to do while you are waiting in the doctor's office for two hours, this is my suggestion for you. This novella only took me about three hours to read, and I am slow reader. The only downfall to this fantasy is it doesn't last long enough!

Juggling multiple bags, a computer, and her cell phone, Makenna James stumbles in to her office building's elevator after a long and busy day at work. She catches a glimpse of a decorated hand with a dragon tattoo graciously hold the closing doors open for her before she lets her red hair fall around her, concealing her face to her elevator gentleman. Caden Grayson has more than just a dragon tattoo on his hand. His body is designed in multiple tattoos, piercings, and a scar which can be seen easily by his shaved head. A stranger might feel intimidated by Caden's appearance, but his insecurities and his claustrophobia, which he keeps hidden, portray the opposite. When the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, due to a power outage, the darkness creates an interesting situation for the two characters. Neither saw the other's appearance before the lights went out, which pulls the two characters into a relationship without judgment of appearance. After Makenna calms Caden's anxiety of small spaces, the two open up to each other and find a little, quiet, dark space is just enough to let go of many inhibitions ;-) ;-). Of course, the lights come back on when the characters are in a compromising position, but you'll just have to read to find out what happens.           

I am already working on another dirty dozen for you, finishing number three last night. I will share those with you within the next month or two. I can't wait to tell you all about them!

Filled with dirty thoughts and ideas to corrupt you some more,

Ashton 

The Dirty Dozen, Part I

You're probably wondering..."How does she have time to read all of these books?"

I don't. I have a sink/cabinets full of decomposing, food-filled dishes, and I am currently in the running for the 'Tallest Mound of Trash Ever Stacked in the Trashcan' contest. The laundry basket has exploded and there are weeks of fallen-out hair on the bathroom floor. I also don't sleep, which leads me to my exclaimer. 

If you stay up reading until sunlight floods in through the windows, and your phone reads 6:00 a.m. with your alarm going off in one hour to get ready for work....DON'T START THIS LIST!   

If you are as annoyingly obsessed with reading one more chapter just because they teased the first sex scene at the end of the last, stay tuned...

(Click on the pictures to read the description or to purchase from Amazon.)

1-3. Fifty Shades of Grey-Darker-Freed 

http://www.eljamesauthor.com/ 

Why not start The Dirty Dozen list off with the most talked about "mommy-porn" book on the market? Filled with BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance/submission, and Sadomasochism) overtones, it even made this nasty-minded girl blush. I've never thought I would be interested in this type of sex in my own life, but that could just be because I haven't had the washboard ab, billionaire, bad-boy-with-too-many-issues-turned-good, Christian Grey walk into my life.

This story takes bending over and having your pony pulled to a whole new level. To be even more brutally honest, I had to stop in the middle of the first book to "take care of business". This book is hot. My suggestion...grab your significant other (flavor of the week/night), read the dirty scenes to together, and star in the remake ;-) ;-).

If you have already read this series, here's a little funny for you. Enjoy.        

4. Bared To You (A Crossfire Novel) 

http://www.sylviaday.com/
If you have just finished the Fifty Shades Series, The Crossfire Series should be your next literature adventure. With many similarities to Fifty, it provides a nice transition with bonuses, such as a much better writing style, character depth, and more of a BDSM undertone. Maybe because I was so used to Fifty, this story didn't seem as raunchy to me, but I loved Eva and Gideon's sex scenes just as much as Ana and Christian's.











Now is the time to get involved with this story, because the second installment, Reflected in You, releases on October 2, with the third rumored to release in January 2013.















 5. Beautiful Disaster

http://www.jamiemcguire.com/
I can't tell you how much I love this book! I love it so much I thought about putting it at the top of the list, but I didn't because they are listed in order of how I read them.

I read this book three time in a row. Ridiculous, I know.

Here is why it is amazing...

-The author is from Blackwell, OK, but lives in Enid.
-She started as a self-published author.
-The story takes place in a small, Oklahoma, college town. Which, for all of you who are from the same Alma mater as me, you will love it. It makes the story all the more real when you can relate on a location aspect.
-The female lead, Abby Abernathy, is not annoying.
-The male lead is the tatted-up, campus man-whore; undefeated, underground, fighting champion; sex on a stick, Travis Maddox.
-The story is on the verge of book-to-screen. EEK!
   
Travis and Abby's story is absolutely irresistible. You will be sucked up in a tornado of love angst, jealousy, fighting, gambling, the list goes on. It's pretty hard not to want to see the ladies man fall in love and get his heart broken for the first time. 

Walking Disaster, Beautiful Disaster written from Travis's POV (point of view), is set to be released April 16, 2013. 

6. Easy

http://tammarawebber.blogspot.com/
Easy is an afternoon read, a light romantic college-age tale. The female lead, Jacqueline, is dumped by her long-time boyfriend and assaulted by her ex's frat ass friend, who walks the stalker line. All this sadness is nulled by the presence of a brooding and delicious guy in the back of her macroeconomics course, coupled with e-mail flirting sessions with the course's T.A. In the midst of Jacqueline's relationship with the two new guys, a twist occurs and BLOWS YOUR MIND (just kidding...you see it coming a mile away. Maybe that's why it's called Easy.) Webber's story is a fun, predictable read but interesting enough to keep you hooked.








If you have read one of the above, leave a comment and let me know your opinion.

Part II - COMING SOON!

Step on in and have a read

Here we go...

Needless to say, I have been putting this off for some time.

This is my rooftop for writing for the hell of it (ranting for the hell of it), posting story ideas, uploading current chapters, and suggesting books for friends, family, and other audience members.

Warning: I have never ever been good at sticking to anything. Especially childhood diaries and the whole Xanga/Myspace era.  

This blog will put me on "front street". You (whoever you are) will see just how delusional my brain is. Because when it comes to love, I just can't give up. I was born a hopeless romantic, and I will die the same. As a kid, my barbies did only the following four things: fall in love, get married, have sex, and make babies. This childhood memory says a great deal about the type of person I am; because those four are, to this day, the main things I think and dream about.

Although it has had its' high points, my love life has never EVER been like it is in the books and movies. Ugly guys, rude guys, users, abusers, in-the-closet, terrible love-making, small genitals...you name it, I've had it. Therefore, I make it my personal mission to give my female leads everything I never had and anything my imagination can conjure up. As for the male leads, you will not go without ;-).  

There's going to be a lot of sex...just letting you know. I get extremely frustrated when a book or series makes you wait on the good, juicy love scenes (ahem...Twilight). So, I made it a goal to always write straightforward, blush-inducing sex scenes. I want you (the reader) to verbally say, "OH MY GOD!" out loud while reading my words. Soak it up and enjoy it, because you know I did when I was writing it.

As for the title of this blog, it comes with a theory. My theory is men and women (or men and men/women and women, whichever tickles your fancy) seek a companion in the fall season. Maybe it's because people don't like to be lonely during the holiday months or cold during those long winter days and nights. Whatever the reason, there is always an influx in relationships around the month of October. Of course, these relationships have a tendency to tapper off around April, because non-married people like to be single in the summer. Why do you think there is a such thing called "summer love"? Danny and Sandy
didn't sing "SPRING lovin, had me blast" in Grease, did they? Hell no. Because spring is for breaking up, summer is for hooking up, winter is for snuggling up, and fall is for f**king...just kidding. Fall is for falling in love.

So in regards to anything published here... please comment. Good, bad, constructive, just plain rude...I don't care. I need all the help I can get. I have committed to writing a creative thesis for my master's work, and I plan to publish each chapter here. My committee consists of three men, so a variety of opinion is needed before I present anything to them.

I hope you step on in and have a read. I will try to publish 2-4 times a week. Tomorrow, I will post a suggestion list of titles I have read over the summer. Just a heads up...Because my genre is contemporary romance, most of what I like to read is the same.

Living and writing the prologue of my life,

Ashton