I’m sure by now many of you have seen me hinting about this, so here are the juicy details.

When I had lunch at the mall last Tuesday with my friend Amanda she said she couldn’t believe Wes hadn’t noticed I haven’t been wearing my wedding ring for almost two weeks now. That was the first time he fucked up. The Thursday before Valentine’s Day when he complained for the third time that week about having to give me a Valentine’s Day gift.

What?

I mean, we’re only talking about a $50 bookstore gift card, ya know? Well, the the third time he complained I blew and told him I was tired of his negative attitude about EVERYTHING. Then I declared our marriage open, so he could go out and find a woman he liked enough to give her a V-day gift without bitching constantly about it.

First, an announcement. If you’re not on my email list (and why aren’t you? *LOL) and you come to this blog every week to read my blog posts, then I’m sure you were surprised when I didn’t post on Monday.

That’s because I mentioned in the February issue of my newsletter last week that I’m making a change on my blog. I’ve been working 7 days a week until 2:00am every morning on “A Vampire’s Kiss.” It’s coming along beautifully. But after keeping this schedule for 2 months I’m having a hard time knowing what day it is. They’re all the same now and kinda blending together. So I made a decision last week. I’m deep in the novel at this point, which means my brain cells are not always happy about switching gears. I’ve decided instead of posting on my blog every Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I’m just going to post on Tuesday and Thursday of each week. That will give me an extra day to work on the novel and should help me finish it on time. But don’t worry. The people on my email list will still get email notifications from me on Tuesday and Thursday when the blog posts go up. There will just be two every week now instead of three.

Okay, back to the subject of this blog post. I was talking to my agent last week, and I mentioned Wes had been complaining about how expensive it is to have good sex after 50.

Thursday night Wes surprised me by walking into my office. Yes, that’s unusual. Wes is the kinda guy who can’t wait to get off computer so he can dash downstairs, get something to eat for dessert (like yogurt or nuts), and park his ass in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

Imagine my surprise when he walked back upstairs and appeared in my office at 9:00pm.

“Look what the yogurt did to me.” He flips down the front of his sweatpants, and his hard dick pops out.

One of my local girlfriends called me on Wednesday night because she was at a crossroads in her life. She’s twenty, and she’s trying to figure out what her next move will be. Almost every area of her life sucks right now, and to make matters worse, nothing she’s done career-wise has clicked for her either. Yeah, that was bumming her out, too.

The problem is she’s a creative person. But she’s under pressure from her family and society to create a traditional life for herself. Yet she knows in her heart that’s just not gonna work for her.

What it boils down to is she’s never given herself permission to do what makes her happy. And she’s not alone. I think that’s what happens to a lot of people at any age. We spend too much time thinking about what we feel we should do rather than finding a way to do what makes us happy.

Thursday night Wes and I went out to dinner. First, let me say Wes is one of those Uber-Alpha perfectionists who always sees the glass half empty. Really. It’s NEVER half full for the man. And since the economy has been crazy for the last two years he’s been more negative than ever. Ugh! Thus, all the meltdowns I’ve had over our marriage the last two years.

Thursday night was one of those times. After Wes had cranked about everything he could think of, he started complaining about getting me a gift for Valentine’s Day.

Whew! What a busy week. On Monday night I signed a major contract with my agent and new publisher for 10 titles (17 books total in ebook and/or paperback, some new, some to be republished).

The rest of this week I’ve been working my ass off on the vampire novel (A Vampire’s Kiss: Book One of the Manigault Vampires).

All I can say is this is gonna be an awesome novel when I finish it. But I have to laugh when I talk about it. Sara and Dray refused to follow my outline when I wrote the first draft back in 2009. And they are staying true to form by not following their own first draft. Seriously. They’ve been cutting up chapters and adding chapters and lengthening the book. The last chapter they added (Chapter 14) is a smokin’ hot sex scene. Yeah, sizzling vamp sex. Yummy!

Wes and I were supposed to have one of our frisky sex dates on Sunday afternoon. Before that, he’d spent Friday and Saturday in Charleston at a reunion for his old college basketball team. But when he got back to Columbia on Sunday morning he didn’t feel so good.

In fact his intestinal tract was such an unhappy camper he didn’t even go to the gym to ride the bike like he usually does on Sundays. So there was no way he felt like pounding my wet pussy with his Viagra-hard dick.

Bummer!

However, I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. The man may run from me on a regular basis, but he can’t hide for long. This slut likes sex (and lots of it!), and I will NOT be denied.

I had a fab conference call with my agent and Alex on Friday afternoon. Then my agent called that night to discuss a contract he’s working on for me.

In the course of the conversation he says: “When I tell people about you, I always say you’re the most honest person I know.”

I laugh and thank him for the compliment. “Well,” I reply. “I am what I am. What you see is what you get with me. I’m the same in person as I am on the web.”

“I know,” he agrees. “I admire that about you because it’s so unusual.”

I can’t tell you how excited I was when I stopped by my post office box on Sunday and discovered the nipple jewelry I’d ordered from my “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop” had arrived. YAY!

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I ordered two nipple clip danglers (one with pink hearts and one with blue stars). I’d planned to buy danglers for myself for my birthday last April, but somehow never did. Who knows why?

Anyway, now I have my own store. Alrightyyyyy! Plus, I spent hours and hours searching for and filling my store with cool kinky stuff I’ve used, read, worn, raved about on this blog, or would love to buy. Now you know why there are so many gorgeous nipple jewelry items in my store. Okay, I went a little crazy, but it was FUN!

If you’ve ever googled me, you know I also have a line of empowering art prints and posters. Many of you have been asking when these items will be added to my store.

Well, today is the day!

In 1995, Haddad’s Fine Arts Inc., in California began publishing a line of six art prints and one poster featuring my empowering poems, mediations, and whimsical paintings. Since then these prints have sold worldwide every year and were carried for a while by Target (on the West Coast), Michael’s, and Bed, Bath & Beyond. Now they’re sold by several art print distributors on the web and in art galleries/frame shops worldwide.