Sep 26, 2016

OxytoGod





“See, this is the part, on my scale of normal, where we tell each other how amazing we were. You especially tell me.”


“Because a man’s ego is often correlated with his sexual prowess.”
“That’s one way of putting it. Things like you saw God or the earth moved are clichรฉs for a reason.”
“The earth is in constant motion, so it’s not a good compliment. A better one would be the earth stopped moving, even though that would be
impossible, and a disaster if it were possible.”
“I’ll still take it as a compliment.”




The Witness




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Having sex increases spirituality and 'makes people more likely to believe in God'



Middle-aged men report greater levels of spirituality after exposure to the hormone oxytocin



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She heard music. Angels singing? she thought, dizzy. 
It seemed odd for angels to sing after table sex.


She managed to swallow on a throat wildly dry.
“Music,” she murmured.
“My phone. In my pants. Don’t care.”
“Oh. Not angels.”
“No. Def Leppard.”




The Search

Sep 20, 2016

Mentions in Nora Books




Enjoying herself, Cat rehearsed in the empty lounge for an audience of one. Daniel had taken to sitting at one of the tables whenever the lounge was closed, and commenting and kibitzing on her song list.
"That means you can't have some variety?" He glowered at her from under snowy white eyebrows. "Why, there's some Scottish tunes that will rip a man's heart out of his chest while it's still beating. With that voice of yours, any man with the blood of the Scots in him would fall in love with you."

MacGregor Grooms - Duncan


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Loch Lomond - Peter Hollens







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Taking her cue, Cat stepped into the key light. "Daniel MacGregor? I have something for you."
"Well, what are you doing skulking around then? Come over here and give it to me."
"It comes from here. And from here," she added, touching a hand to her heart.
She sang for him, the old Scottish ballad "Loch Loman." Because she kept her eyes on him, she saw his begin to swim. And felt her own sting in response.

MacGregor Grooms - Duncan

Sep 16, 2016

The Surprising Ritual That Will Give Your Home Positive Vibes




Driving nearly twenty miles up the coast to buy the smudge stick had added onto her already crowded day, 
but when she took it out of her bag it felt like a positive action.
She’d burn the sage, cleanse her house. If she felt her house was cleansed, it was cleansed.


Whiskey Beach




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I can’t pinpoint when sage smudging first piqued my interest. It might have been the time I spotted sage bundles in Jenni Kayne’s chic Southampton, New York, store. Maybe it was when my friend—who works for a renowned high-end interior designer—told me they sage smudged their clients’ homes after each install. Or maybe it was the time I read about it in Vogue. If all these hip and fabulous people were doing it, why wasn’t I in with the It crowd? One thing’s for sure: Over the last year or so, sage smudging has transitioned from an alternative practice into a mainstream ritual beloved by the fashion crowds, interior designers, and celebrities alike.





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But for now she did her best to clear her mind, to think only clean, positive thoughts as she lit the sage, held it over an abalone shell for safety and blew out the flame to encourage the smoke. Her home, she thought. The floors, the ceilings, the corners belonged to her.
The process, walking from room to room with the scent of white sage and lavender, calmed her, as did reminding herself what she’d made there, for herself, for others.
Faith, she thought, hope, and the symbols of them forged strength.


Whiskey Beach

Sep 8, 2016

New wedding gown trend




With her hand still on her heart, Parker stepped in. And her hand simply slid down to her side. 

The bride-white silk flowed from the strapless, sweetheart bodice, down the narrow torso to a full skirt.The classic ballgown style shimmered with intricate beadwork and embroidery, sparkling on the bodice, trailing down the side, circling the sweeping hem and train. 

Its lines, its style, would, unquestionably, suit her. But that wasn't what blurred her vision. 

“It's my mother's wedding gown. It's Mom's.”


Happy Ever After 


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Women wearing their mother's wedding dresses will give you so many feels


There’s a new wedding gown trend, ladies, and it’s AWESOME. Brides to be are snapping pics of themselves in their #momsweddingdress, and the results are hilarious, and so, so sweet.



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“It's beautiful,” she managed. 
“Absolutely beautiful. I've only seen it in pictures, only seen how wonderful she looked in it, how happy she and Dad looked. She married my father in that dress, and now I'll have both of them with me when I marry Malcolm. It's the best gift you could give me.The best.”


Happy Ever After

Sep 5, 2016

Nothing Really Matters




"Just let me tell you everything I should have told you. Like the way the
smell of you haunts me. I breathe you for hours, even when you're not
there, like you're inside me."
"That's pretty good," Mooney noted to several people who'd stopped to
watch. They all agreed with him.


Waiting for Nick




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She completes me
How she reads me
Right or wrong
It's so clear she's
All that I need
All I need
I know what it feels like
I know what it feels like
Swimming through the stars when I see her
And I don't need air 'cause I breathe her


Sep 1, 2016

Mentions in Nora Books




“Do you like eggs Benedict?”
“Never had it.”
“You’ll like it,” Naomi decided, and got out of bed. He was right. The normality of cooking breakfast soothed and calmed. The process of it, the scents, a good hit of coffee. The raw edges of the dream, of memories she wanted locked away, faded off.
And she was right. He liked her eggs Benedict.
“Where has this been all my life?” he wondered as they ate at the kitchen counter. “And who’s Benedict?”
She frowned over it, then nearly laughed. “I have no idea.”
“Whoever he was, kudos. Best four A.M. breakfast I’ve ever had.”


The Obsession



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Eggs Benedict








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