Month: February 2015

GRAMMAR THOUGHTS

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So I was busy this week and almost missed a post this week

I was thinking about grammar this week

more specifically gender neutral pronouns

so I worked out something in my head

Male    female     neutral     pronounced

his       hers           h’                hæ

he         she           ‘h’               hɛ

it would work for me but I don’t know how to get

everyone else to follow along

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I know this is a short one but some times the best thoughts are

thanks for reading

Dab10

PINNING A TWEET IN TWITTER

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If you are like me you use twitter to advertise (for me it is my books) I use an automated retweeter to help so often my tweets get berried in my feed.

today I learned you can pin a tweet in twitter so someone who would like to give a retweet back can find it easy so I figured I would share this info with everyone.

(windows I don’t do mac)

first find the tweet you want and right click the time mark and open in new tab(or window)

pin one

then click the three dots to the bottom right of the tweet

pin two

then click pin post

pin three

you will end with your tweet at the top of your profile page

pin four

change the pined tweet often so that people who want to retweet your tweets have a fresh tweet to use

no humor in this but good info any way

thanks for reading

Dab10

Happy day Friday the 13th

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I have never had the bad luck that is attributed to Friday the 13th

so because I would try things others wouldn’t on this day

I seamed to have better luck on it.

lets look at what is bad luck

Black Cats

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first these cats will always look clean and with just a good supply of food will look well cared for so if an old lady had one she thought it looked good but others took as a sign she was a witch and a witch uses familiars to watch people so, well you get the point.

walking under a latter not unlucky just stupid

stepping on a crack in the sidewalk you trip and get hurt and your mom has to take care of you ie break her back

i could go on but you see my point

so if you see a black cat cross your path pet it

marvel

thanks for reading

Dab10

ONE WEEK FROM ED’S JOURNAL RELEASE

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Well I had fun with this release

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Ebook http://smarturl.it/EDSEB

paperback http://smarturl.it/EDSPB

it didn’t go as well as i hoped

but how many books sell a billion copy’s in the first week

but one of the bonuses is it has pushed

Karmic Krackers in to the top 100 again

Ebook http://smarturl.it/kkeb

Paperback http://smarturl.it/kkpb

karmik rate

and one great review from Christoph Fiscther

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now its time to go promote my book some more

thanks for reading

Dab10

Desiring Death by Christina Mandara book release and blog blast

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Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.
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Do You Want to Fight Me?
‘Do you want to fight me, princess? Do you want to slam those little fists of yours against my chest and call me names?’
She didn’t answer him. Her voice was locked away within her throat once more, at his request. He had obviously heard enough this evening. Her job was to lay there and look pretty, she guessed. Oh dear God.
Black ropes slithered up her limbs, and they coiled around her flesh in a serpentine fashion, winding themselves tighter and tighter, tugging at her limbs. No.
‘I want you spread wide open for me, Violetta. That way you’ll be ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I’ll also be able to see how aroused you are for me, and I think you like this body of mine, don’t you, Vi?
Her grunt of protest remained trapped inside her head, but she knew he heard it.
‘Oh, I know you find me attractive. Now we’re going to work on needs, wants and desires. I’m going to train you to be desperate for the slightest touch my hand may choose to bestow upon your flesh. We’re going to make you a hungry, panting, pathetic little slave who lives for nothing more than to pleasure and serve the capricious notions of her master. I’ve developed quite an overactive imagination over the years, I’ll have you know. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.’
The words were lost in her head, but they echoed over and over. The rope was reeling her arms and legs tightly into the wooden corners of the four poster bed and she was beginning to resemble a large ‘X’ shape. Try as she might, bracing her arms and legs against the firm tugs did not help in the slightest. Finally, she was splayed out to the ropes satisfaction and the pressure against her wrists and ankles lessoned slightly.
Martinet ran his index and middle finger up and around the small ridge of her ankle. He watched intently as she sucked in air. At this moment in time her mind did not like his fingers upon her. Her body called her a liar, though, and trembled at the ridiculously light touch.
His fingers then dived under the glistening organza of her gown and crept up a shapely calf. Tiny little steps that did little more than tickle her, but she got noticeably more nervous as they tiptoed higher and higher.
‘You never thanked me for the arm, you know.’
Violetta told him, in no uncertain terms, just what he could do with his thank you.
‘Tsk, tsk. A lady never swears.’ He grinned at her, letting the pads of his fingers brush up against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The nervous pounding of her heart and the flush of heat that turned her cheeks from alabaster to cherry almost instantly, told him all he needed to know. His fingers wandered higher.
‘Don’t. Stop.’ The whispered plea inside her head was frantic.
‘Oh, I don’t intend to,’ he said, deliberately misunderstanding her and without warning his hand clamped around her sex. She rose up into him and gasped. It appeared that her body was once again under her control. Oh who was she kidding? The vamp played her better than Hendrix played the guitar. He knew when to stroke, when to cajole and, more importantly, when to strike.
‘My goodness, you’re not wearing any panties,’ he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes. ‘Why you wanton little…’ Martinet didn’t finish his last word. Now that Violetta had regained the use of her voice, she was about to use it at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, Martinet was once again one step ahead of her, and his face was rapidly descending towards hers. The scream that had been bursting to escape just seconds ago, curdled in her throat. Her body pulled against the ropes. Not to get away from him, as it should have, but to move closer. She wanted those talented lips on hers. She wanted his hands on her fevered, naked flesh and already, she craved the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. Covering her lips with his own, he breathed her in. She, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe at all. His hands were running up her arms, tracing delicate, rambling patterns on her flesh, while his tongue might have been forked like a dragon’s, for it spilled sparkling flames of fire wherever it landed. The ropes rubbed tightly against her wrists and ankles, but she didn’t give a damn. She drank him in whole and writhed sinuously underneath his body, begging for more of the same.
‘Isn’t it hideously embarrassing to be this attracted to your jailor?’ His lips left hers with a soft pop and for a moment she just blinked in surprise. Her body was still pulling against her bonds, trying to get ever closer to her talented antagonist. It was horribly humiliating. That alone made her furious.
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Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, surfing and sailing. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
Author Links
Blog {Blissful Blog}
Twitter {@naughtynell101}
Twitter {@cpmandara}

Other Works by C.P. Mandara

Pony Tales Series

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Evading Death Series

Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter to win a $20 Amazon gift card or one of three eBook copies of Desiring Death

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Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.

Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.

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Do You Want to Fight Me?

‘Do you want to fight me, princess? Do you want to slam those little fists of yours against my chest and call me names?’

She didn’t answer him. Her voice was locked away within her throat once more, at his request. He had obviously heard enough this evening. Her job was to lay there and look pretty, she guessed. Oh dear God.

Black ropes slithered up her limbs, and they coiled around her flesh in a serpentine fashion, winding themselves tighter and tighter, tugging at her limbs. No.

‘I want you spread wide open for me, Violetta. That way you’ll be ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I’ll also be able to see how aroused you are for me, and I think you like this body of mine, don’t you, Vi?

Her grunt of protest remained trapped inside her head, but she knew he heard it.

‘Oh, I know you find me attractive. Now we’re going to work on needs, wants and desires. I’m going to train you to be desperate for the slightest touch my hand may choose to bestow upon your flesh. We’re going to make you a hungry, panting, pathetic little slave who lives for nothing more than to pleasure and serve the capricious notions of her master. I’ve developed quite an overactive imagination over the years, I’ll have you know. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.’

The words were lost in her head, but they echoed over and over. The rope was reeling her arms and legs tightly into the wooden corners of the four poster bed and she was beginning to resemble a large ‘X’ shape. Try as she might, bracing her arms and legs against the firm tugs did not help in the slightest. Finally, she was splayed out to the ropes satisfaction and the pressure against her wrists and ankles lessoned slightly.

Martinet ran his index and middle finger up and around the small ridge of her ankle. He watched intently as she sucked in air. At this moment in time her mind did not like his fingers upon her. Her body called her a liar, though, and trembled at the ridiculously light touch.

His fingers then dived under the glistening organza of her gown and crept up a shapely calf. Tiny little steps that did little more than tickle her, but she got noticeably more nervous as they tiptoed higher and higher.

‘You never thanked me for the arm, you know.’

Violetta told him, in no uncertain terms, just what he could do with his thank you.

‘Tsk, tsk. A lady never swears.’ He grinned at her, letting the pads of his fingers brush up against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The nervous pounding of her heart and the flush of heat that turned her cheeks from alabaster to cherry almost instantly, told him all he needed to know. His fingers wandered higher.

‘Don’t. Stop.’ The whispered plea inside her head was frantic.

‘Oh, I don’t intend to,’ he said, deliberately misunderstanding her and without warning his hand clamped around her sex. She rose up into him and gasped. It appeared that her body was once again under her control. Oh who was she kidding? The vamp played her better than Hendrix played the guitar. He knew when to stroke, when to cajole and, more importantly, when to strike.

‘My goodness, you’re not wearing any panties,’ he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes. ‘Why you wanton little…’ Martinet didn’t finish his last word. Now that Violetta had regained the use of her voice, she was about to use it at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, Martinet was once again one step ahead of her, and his face was rapidly descending towards hers. The scream that had been bursting to escape just seconds ago, curdled in her throat. Her body pulled against the ropes. Not to get away from him, as it should have, but to move closer. She wanted those talented lips on hers. She wanted his hands on her fevered, naked flesh and already, she craved the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. Covering her lips with his own, he breathed her in. She, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe at all. His hands were running up her arms, tracing delicate, rambling patterns on her flesh, while his tongue might have been forked like a dragon’s, for it spilled sparkling flames of fire wherever it landed. The ropes rubbed tightly against her wrists and ankles, but she didn’t give a damn. She drank him in whole and writhed sinuously underneath his body, begging for more of the same.

‘Isn’t it hideously embarrassing to be this attracted to your jailor?’ His lips left hers with a soft pop and for a moment she just blinked in surprise. Her body was still pulling against her bonds, trying to get ever closer to her talented antagonist. It was horribly humiliating. That alone made her furious.

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Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, surfing and sailing. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

Author Links

Amazon Author Page

Barnes and Noble Author Page

Blog {Blissful Blog}

Facebook

Goodreads

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Twitter {@naughtynell101}

Twitter {@cpmandara}

Other Works by C.P. Mandara

Pony Tales Series

The Riding School (1)

Learning the Ropes (2)

Hot to Trot (3)

Named and Shamed (4)

A Rough Ride (5)

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Evading Death Series

Dancing With Death: Ensnared and Enraptured (Prequel) $0.99/£0.99

Desiring Death (1)

Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter to win a $20 Amazon gift card or one of three eBook copies of Desiring Death http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/efe9d0981/?

DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE

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My one year anniversary just passed here on wordpress and it got me thinking about what I am doing and where I came from.

old schoolmy quote “the only things that are impossible are those that can’t be imagined”

I grew up with a graphomotor skills deficit (my brain worked too fast for my hands to keep up) my hand writing and spelling are atrocious.

they tested me and found i have a high IQ

in high school when they let me type rather then write i was getting strait A’s.

but on one of the standardized test with a essay component i couldn’t type and failed it by one point.

they tried to put me in remedial English because of it even though i was passing with an A in AP English.

then they told me to work towards a physical labor job as i would never be able to hold any kind of office or management job where writing would be important.

I became a computer repair technician then network admin now i run my own computer consultant company and am a author.

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now I have one short story that has maintained its spot in two top 100 category’s for a year and a half

it’s free but amazon compares it to other free books

new title

http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Gives-Away-Dab10-ebook/dp/B00DUDIAXI/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1423270223&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=dab10

and you can look at all my work here

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=DAB10&search-alias=books&sort=relevancerank

ED’S JOURNAL

http://www.amazon.com/EDS-JOURNAL-DAB10-ebook/dp/B00SC0CM8S/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1423270670&sr=1-4&keywords=dab10

HAS JUST RECEIVED A FIVE STAR REVIEW

yay

as always thanks for reading

Dab10

New Release: “Ed’s Journal” by Dab 10

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Release day thank you Christoph

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unnamed (1)Released today – I pre-ordered and can’t wait to get my teeth into this: Ten years ago, events transpired…To change Ed from socially inept computer geek To hero and so much more … Follow along as Ed writes out his journal to work out What he wants to do about his problem now. Find out about his Ex-military grandfather who helps raise him His cute pixie looking cousin (not really cousin) that moves in to attended collage nearby His strange insights and empathy that seem to be coming on strong Rescue of the wealthy young woman Lawsuit against his school Problem now that made him want to go through these events from ten years ago. Come take a trip along on this hot “NEW ADULT” adventure through ED’S JOURNAL

NOTE: adult situations

Link to an interview with Dab 10 on my blogThe Book on Goodreads

The Book on

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