As you know, there are lots of things about Alpha men that piss me off these days (LOL). But the thing that irritates me the most is that they’re such arrogant bastards. Grrrrr….!

Those of you who know me know I came from an abusive home (mental illness, alcoholism, paranoia, verbal and emotional abuse, you name it). My childhood is not something I like to talk about because I prefer to focus on the positive. When people ask, I tell them I’ve been to hell and back. Been there, done that, ain’t going back! But surviving ain’t living. And living is what I’m all about. Oh, yeah…! *lusty grin*

That means I learned at a very early age the only person who can make me happy is ME. To do this I had to become “proactive” rather than “reactive.”

I was talking to a guy friend of mine last week, and we were discussing my novels and blog. He’s been reading everything of mine he can get his hands, and we’ve been talking a lot about my work. It’s been a real treat for me, since I rarely talk to people who understand the nitty gritty of what I do.

“The writing in your novels and blog is very feminine,” he says. “I can see why women like it so much. It’s easy for them to relate to you.”

True. I’m a Southern Belle through and through. None of that guy stuff for me. Horrors! I’m all perfume and sexy clothes and everything soft and feminine.

Except when it comes to sex, and I told him that.

Yeah, that’s me. And those are my four addictions. Oh, how I love them!! *lusty grin*

When I posted on Facebook earlier this week about my recent sexy lingerie purchases, I got a comment from one of my fans that made me think about this.

Readers often assume I buy sexy, trashy lingerie for Wes. Nah. The truth is the man isn’t into lingerie. In fact, he thinks my obsession is silly. No, I’m not kidding.

So I buy trashy lingerie for ME. That’s right. Like all my addictions, it makes me happy. And anything that makes me happy is something I’m gonna do a LOT.

I don’t know if you’ve seen the comments on this blog or at Facebook, but my booksigning on Saturday was a HUGE success! Local readers/fans read in the December issue of my newsletter that it was my last booksigning, and they came out in force to buy my novels for themselves and as gifts for friends. Others came out just to tell me how much they loved the novels.

Consequently, I sold out in an hour and a half. Wow! Yeah, I definitely felt the love on Saturday. Thanks, everyone…you are the BEST!!

Then, as I was leaving the mall, I discovered the lingerie department at Dillard’s was having its semi-annual lingerie sale.

Uh-oh.

Waldenbooks
Columbiana Center Mall
Columbia, South Carolina
January 2, 2010
(1:00 – 4:00pm)

Happy New Year! Hope it’s an awesome one for all of you. My 2010 is already packed with all kinds of good stuff, so I’m totally looking forward to it.

Okay, my last booksigning is coming up this Saturday, January 2, from 1:00pm – 4:00pm at Waldenbooks in Columbiana Center Mall (Harbison area), Columbia, South Carolina. Waldenbooks is located inside the mall, two stores down from Dillard’s department store.

That’s right. This store is closing the end of the month, and my agent is pulling my books out of bookstores in the next few weeks. So this is your last chance to come to one of my booksignings.

Before I forget, this is my last post for this week. Some of my friends have been bugging me to take Christmas Day off. So I am. Since it falls on a Friday this year that means there won’t be a Friday blog post. And my “Hot Hunk for Friday Humping” will go up on my “Laura Stamps” fan page at Facebook on Saturday.

Sound good?

Okay, I spent some time last night reading articles written by mistresses and adulterous wives on a few porn sites. Don’t freak. Adultery is NOT my thing. But it was kinda weird how these wanton women sounded just like me. I’m serious. They did.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know Wes and I don’t sleep together at night. What can I say? The man is a restless sleeper and snores loud enough to wake the dead. I’m a heavy sleeper IF my sleep isn’t tormented by a man who flips from side to side all night long and sucks paint off the walls with his snoring.

Yes, I do wear earplugs when we travel, and we’re forced to sleep in the same hotel room. But when we’re at home I sleep on an LL Bean cot in my office, which is sooooo comfortable.

Thus, the need for our sex dates on Sunday afternoons. And why we have sex all over the house during the week. So if you didn’t already know, now you do.

Wes and I were out to dinner on Tuesday night when I decided to have some fun with my cranky Uber-Alpha husband. It had been cold and rainy all day. While we waited for our meal I made him hold my hand across the table to warm up my frozen fingers.

“I don’t know why you’re always so cold,” Wes muses, sandwiching my hand between both of his hot paws.

“I’m a thin slut,” I reply, winking at him. “Not a lot of padding on my bones.”

Wes is going out of town on another golfing trip this weekend. That means he’ll be gone when I’m supposed to give him his second testosterone shot. So we decided to do it last night.

When Wes finishes up on computer after dinner, I ask, “Are you ready?”

“No,” he replies, grimacing. “I’m terrified.”

I finally finished the November issue of my naughty newsletter on Friday and sent it out to all my subscribers before dinner. Wes is usually late on Friday nights because he likes to watch the ballgames at his fav bar after work. So I eat dinner by myself, since he always grabs something on his way home.

I had just finished making a tasty roasted vegetable lasagna on a bed of organic peas and kidney beans, topped with sliced black olives, when Wes called.

“Hey, pretty girl, have you eaten yet?” he asks.