Well I guess there was something good about walking around outside, dealing with rude people while your children trick-or-treat.  It’s the walking.  Two hours of walking up and down the neighboring streets.  That constitutes a good workout.

There was this one house that opened their door and slammed it, without a word, in my kids’ faces when they said “trick or treat”.  How effing rude.  They had their front light and inside porch light on too.  Of course they turned it off when they slammed the door, but hello morons.  Ok, so you forgot and had your light on, but couldn’t you simply say, “sorry, no candy”?  WTF?  I wanted to go up to them and start banging on their door.  People are lucky I’m so not rude, and that I didn’t raise rude children.

We had a decent time though.  The kids got a large stash of candy, and we went without the neighborhood, which I really liked.  Last year we went with a bunch of neighbors, which was fine and fun, but I didn’t want to do that this year.  I wanted it to only be about us and my family.  I’m tired of everyone in here feeling like we’re one big happy (dysfunctional) family–especially when I don’t care for the way a lot of these kids are being raised.

So, activity for day one–check.  I think I pulled something in my stomach too. :P  Seriously!

So I happened to crawl past FatChicksRunning today and read several of their inspiring and funny as heck blog posts.  Then I got this wild, crazy hair up my ass and decided to join them.  Yeah, I know.  I sit here every morning and play the hmm, do I feel like walking today game.  Usually the lazy, wanna sit on the couch side wins.  Now, not only have I pledged to them but also to the e-world.  Eeek!

The plan is to get active–to walk through various means (indoor tapes or outside or treadmill).  I want to do it every day, but can’t promise that initially.  I do promise to start slow and walk one mile per session–at least 3 times a week and to work up to daily.  Then I walk to work up the length of each session.  Slow and steady!

Every time I post, I’ll add one for my activity.  I may even occasionally post over at FatChicksRunning.  Gotta love team activities.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT, my sexy, sensual food fetish book, is out today! Look for it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble online, Borders online, or at your local bookstores!

I had such a great time writing this book. My favorite research materials were whipped cream and strawberries, which I plan to take with me to my Playboy Radio interview on November 11th-stay tuned for details!

I really tuned into the sensual aspects of food while writing this book; food is one of the great sensual pleasures in life, for me, anyway. What are yours? A steamy bath? Silk pajamas? I’m sure some of you have ideas I haven’t thought of…I hope you’ll share!

While you’re thinking about it, here’s the blurb for FORBIDDEN FRUIT:

Sometimes the forbidden…
is irresistible…

One taste is never enough.

For university professor Mia Rose Curry, it was all academic: her course in alternate sexuality was a safe, socially-acceptable way for her to talk about the things she desires most—but has never let herself experience. And while students crammed into her class to learn about fetishes, bondage, voyeurism and much more, Mia kept her own raging desires, and her most private fantasies, carefully under wraps…until one student undressed her with his eyes…
Jagger James is everything Mia wants and everything taboo, yet Mia can’t help imagining drawing closer and closer to this forbidden fruit. She soon discovers how much Jagger wants her, demanding she abandon every inhibition with him. Now, they are about to take a dangerous step, tempting each other’s flesh, savoring every touch and breaking every rule in the book—knowing that this dazzling, sensual feast is only a taste of something more to come…

And just for my blog readers, an excerpt from the book:

“That was an amazing meal, Jagger. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. I have dessert back at my place.”
“Oh, I don’t…I don’t think I should.”
“You’ll be ready for something sweet by the time we get there. Or we can sit and have some more wine first.”
“No, I don’t mean…Jagger, I shouldn’t go back to your place. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I need to figure some things out before I…” She trailed off, too unsure of what she needed to say, what she needed to do.
“It’s alright. I understand. I’ll walk you to your car, then.”
She nodded, half grateful he hadn’t argued the point with her and half wishing he had.
God, you really are a mess.
They moved down the street, the night air cool on her face, but Jagger’s presence was warm next to her. As they walked, he took her hand, just a gentle twining of fingers around hers. It felt good. Better than it should have, and the sensation wasn’t entirely sexual. It was more, a different kind of heat that moved through her chest, loosened her up inside. Opened her up.
They reached her car, a silver Mini Cooper, parked only a few doors down from Jagger’s building, a little too quickly.
“This is me.” She tried to drop his hand, but he held on.
“Come upstairs with me, Mia Rose,” Jagger said softly.
She wanted to. Every cell in her body wanted nothing more than to go upstairs with him, to let him kiss her again, touch her. She blew out a long breath, leaned back against the passenger door of her car.
“I can’t, Jagger.”
“Alright. But I’m not going to let you go without kissing you.”
He leaned in, and she found herself lifting her face to his, her mind emptying even before his mouth met hers. Then it was just the cool, plush texture of his lips on hers, that soft press of flesh upon flesh. Her hands went around his neck, his skin so hot and smooth there, and he moved in closer, leaning into her, the weight of his body pressing her into the car. When his tongue moved her lips apart, he slid inside. She went soft and loose all over, her breasts aching for more than the hard press of his chest against hers, with the layers of sweater between them.
In moments she was panting, wet. And he deepened the kiss, the heat of his mouth making her crazy. She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her. Right there. Right now.
His hips were hard up against hers, and that solid ridge of flesh pushed against her belly.
God.
Her hips tilted, her sex filled, throbbed, wanting, wanting. But she wasn’t supposed to be doing this.
She was not supposed to be doing this.
He kissed her harder, wet and hurting, bruising her lips. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers biting into her, and all she wanted was more. God, she could almost come if he only kissed her long enough, just kissed her like this.
He pulled back, brushed her hair with his lips, with his cheek. He was breathing as hard as she was. He still had her up against the car, his body pressing her against the cold steel. His hands slid down over her hips, dug in again. She couldn’t have moved even if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly. She could barely breathe. She didn’t want to.
“Jagger…”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Mia Rose.”
“No. That’s not it.”
“What, then?” He looked down at her, his eyes glittering in the silvery light of the street lamp a few feet away.
The words came out on a half whisper.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
***********

FORBIDDEN FRUIT was a Romantic Times Top Pick, and a Recommended Read at Fallen Angels Reviews! Here’s what people are saying about FORBIDDEN FRUIT:

“Eden Bradley has written one of the best erotic romances I have read this year…”
~Fallen Angels Reviews

“…Bradley delivers the goods. There is intense intimacy and heart-wrenching emotions… This is delicious and delightful from the first page until the conclusion.”
~Romantic Times

“Graphic, loving, and incredibly well-written, the sex scenes ratchet up the drama with unbelievable intensity…sexual desire intertwines with emotional intensity, resulting in a book you won’t want to put down…A thoroughly delightful read. Don’t miss FORBIDDEN FRUIT.”
~Romance Junkies
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I’m bummed.  REALLY bummed.  I won’t be able to participate in NaNo this year.  Hopefully next.  I was really looking forward to seeing that wordcount go up. *sigh*  The reasons I can’t participate are GREAT, and I’ll disclose them later, but I’m still bummed.  I wish I had planned for it and done things differently this year.  Oh well!  I can’t change it now, so I’ll just have to plan better for next Fall.

My mom always said I was fickle.  I always liked to prove her wrong.  Maybe I can’t.

I’ve decided to go in a different route for NaNo…again.  This is the 3rd and hopefully the charm.  I’m back to wanting to write a supernatural thriller.  I know I shouldn’t change these things, but I did, and now I’m back.  It’s not the same ST I considered writing the first time around.  Of course not.  That would make my life so much easier.  Because now I have five days to not only create a new idea but outline and plot it as well.

Impossible, right?!

I won’t have time for lengthy, or any, character bios, which could be deadly.  And the outline will have to be minimal at best.  Maybe I can add to it as I go along, write out of order and hope it all works WHILE I’m NaNoing.  I do love those last minute deadlines, huh?

Well no sense in wasting time.  Must get back!

I am happy they are finally completed.  I could do ones for the heroine’s parents and aunt, but I don’t think it’s necessary at this point.  So all the teens are done, and my eyes burn.

Tomorrow I start plotting.

Yay! Fun!

(Normally I love it, but at this moment I just want sleep.)

Who ever thought I’d write a book about a teen demon?  I surely didn’t.  I always wanted to write YA fiction.  As a mom it was appealing, and my love of books really blossomed when I was able to go to my town library alone and spend hours looking up and down the aisles for books.  And believe me, I took hours.  But to write about a teen wasn’t always the plan.  I hated high school.  Wouldn’t want to relive that for anything.  I hate my classmates, didn’t care for myself too much, hated academics, hated that age with no privacy (Mom is a control freak), no independence, no control over my life whatsoever (wonder who I got that from?:P)  Hated it!  I was lonely and had a very low opinion of myself.

So why?  Somewhere along the way from withdrawn, depressed teen emerged this 41 year old adult who sounds like a sixteen year old.  *shrugs* Don’t ask how.  My inner teen came out, probably in other to relate and cope with my budding teen.  Suddenly pretending to think like a teen is fun.  Maybe because I don’t have all those raging hormones this time around.  *smirk*  Maybe because I can revert back to being an adult whenever the need arises too.  I’m secure in knowing my privacy and independence are still intact.  Whatever the reason, I’m having a ball.

Demons…I never had a problem with them, like I do vampires.  Demons are cool.  I just never thought I’d write about them.  I prefer the softer side of paranormal–ghosts, psychic abilities.  Demons are so messy. ;)  But somehow (again with the mystery, huh?) my heroine, Danie, went from an adult, chick-lit-type zombie desperate to get married to a 15 year old demon desperate to find her place.  Maybe not so desperate.  Although at 15 everything seems so dire.  My daughter informed me she would DIE if she had to wear a uniform to school.  *eye roll*  The parent in me came out at that point and dramatically informed her I was certain she wouldn’t D.I.E.

So, Danie has issues, and I’m having a ball figuring them out.  Must get back to my character bios now.  I need to finsih them and any other preliminary research this week and do ALL the outlining next to be ready to start writing a week from Saturday–for NaNo.  I’m so excited!!!  I’m glad to be participating in NaNo this year, but I’m beyond thrilled at the aspect of writing an entire book in one month.  That is super awesome.