Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Whatcha Wednesday -- My Boudoir Shoot

For this installment of Whatcha Wednesday it's a Whatcha Doing Wednesday and what I was doing was getting my sexy on!

If you follow me on Facebook you have no doubt seen my profile and cover photos. After seeing many acquaintances have their own boudoir photoshoots I found myself wondering if it were something I should do. I listen to all the women say how the experience made them feel, free and strong and that they would recommend it to their friends.

My biggest doubt was that not only am I very modest in my clothing choices; you are more likely to see me in a turtleneck or high collar than a boobie shirt. And I'm a curvy girl so I wanted to make sure whoever took my photos would make me feel comfortable during the process. I hit the internet and checked out a lot of photographers who do boudoir shots but no one really made me want to actually commit.

And then I was lucky enough to come across the website for I was intrigued right away. Her introduction describes her own experience from her personal boudoir session  and I felt as if she totally understood my worries. I contacted her right away and our interactions only confirmed I had definitely found the right photographer.

I honestly had no idea what to wear for my shoot and was so happy that Jen gave me some fantastic tips on what type of lingerie to buy. Thank goodness she did because my undergarments mainly consist of colourful cotton prints of kittens, snowflakes, penguins and puppies, comfortable but definitely not classy or sexy. So with Jen's guidance and some help from a wonderful friend who knew just where to purchase these items I was off to the races.

So I trolled the internet and ordered some over the top (for me) sexy lingerie, but Jen was able to schedule me in sooner than I realised and I didn't want to waste time waiting for the delivery, so I hit the internet again and found the perfect peachy pink confection. I called the local retailer and asked them to hold it for me and on the way home from work I stopped in and tried it on. I felt like so uncomfortable first asking for it and especially walking to the change room to try it on. There were two older gentlemen sitting in the change area, obviously shopping with the ladies in their life but as I walked by with my transparent garment they gave me judgemental looks and I scampered into the change room feeling like the whore of Babylon. I quickly tried it on and quickly removed it.

As I walked past the gentlemen the both made tsking noises and shook their heads. The cashier told me there were lovely matching panties and asked if I wanted them. I nodded yes and just wanted to leave but she was very pleasant and said someone's husband was going to be very happy. Even though I wanted to get out of their I found myself explaining that it was for a boudoir shoot. I paid and then left still feeling rather foolish.

When I got home my sister wanted to see it so I showed her. I felt crushed when she shook her head. "It's too big. You need a smaller size." I told her it was fine and she said no it wasn't and that she would come with me on the weekend to get outfits that actually fit. When I went shopping with her I still felt embarrassed until I tried on an assortment of bras and baby dolls and found myself preening a little in the mirror. It's not often I even crack a smile while shopping for any type of clothing so this was a nice surprise. I also wondered what the man in my life would think about the pictures, but it was truly a fleeting thought as I selfishly kept thinking of myself.

So now the countdown was on and I could hardly wait for my Sunday afternoon photoshoot. When the day arrived I couldn't eat I was so excited and nervous. It was a gorgeous day and the weather was summer-like for April. So I drove to Stratford for my location a lovely Bed and Breakfast called Hatfield House

It was an absolutely lovely location. Jen made me feel so comfortable from the second I stepped out of my car. I couldn't help but fall in love with the beautiful building from how it looked from the outside but once I stepped inside I couldn't believe how lovely it was. A quick trip up some old-fashioned stairs and I was in the wonderful attic suite. I was introduced to the wonderful Erica who was there for my hair and make-up, an experience I've never had. She was fantastic so I highly recommend her. I felt sorry for her as I am sure I reacted like a child trying to keep my face and head where she wanted it. And while I rarely wear makeup I was stunned by the end result.

Next I found myself in the bathroom changing into my first outfit and while I was nervous as soon as the session started I found myself relaxing. Jen made me comfortable. She was patient and I didn't do anything that I felt uncomfortable doing. I soon found myself even more relaxed and by the final outfit change I was so comfortable I felt as if I wasn't sitting around practically nude. Things were sometimes odd but it was full of laughter and I had a fun time.

I felt beautiful. But I still felt like me.

Soon I got my photos and I couldn't believe it. Jen did an amazing job. They were me. But they were a classy, sexy version of me. I loved that she didn't go crazy and airbrush them. I can't recommend this highly enough to anyone. It was a great gift to myself and I'm so happy I did it.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Tipsy Tuesday -- Valaria's Vodka Va Voom

In celebration of my Book Birthday -- the release day for my book The Ambassador's Daughter I'm enjoying a special drink!

Valaria's Vodka Va Voom

1 oz Whipped Cream Vodka
Pink Cream Soda
and top with whipped cream


The Ambassador's Daughter -- Happy Book Birthday to Me!!


by Venus Cahill
This is the story of a man who dared to listen to the land and the woman who went in the face of society to change the world.
Lady Valaria and Master Dallam may reside in vastly different social strati, but deep down inside they are very much alike. Both have family issues that push them to succeed and both wear blinders when it comes to certain aspects of their world. Lady Valaria, the ambassador’s daughter, is a scientist who believes many of Earth’s problems exist because people are not eating the nutrients they need. She is fascinated to find that someone on her planet, Master Dallam, has coaxed the barren landscape into offering up her bounty.
There is an instant attraction when the two meet, however, both are determined to ignore it and get on with the business at hand. Things start looking up for this headstrong couple but fate and a certain hateful half-brother set a wrench in the works. And when that doesn’t work he resorts to greater measures to rid himself of any obstacles to achieving his political dreams. Will good conquer evil, and will Valaria and Dallam live happily-ever-after?


Dallam’s sleep-weary voice startled her, and she turned to see he had stripped off most of his clothing. A pair of loose-fitting cotton pants hung low on his lean hips.
Her eyes traced the muscles of his torso. She sat there staring at him as he lounged against the doorframe before finding her voice. “I’m sorry I’ve invaded your space. I thought you would have turned in for the night. I’ll leave.”
The speed and agility a man of his size possessed surprised her as he stepped before her, blocking her from standing. He crouched by the stool and nudged her hand away from where she was still rubbing her aching foot. He took her foot between his two large hands, and, despite the bite of pain from the pressure, it felt marvelous.
She couldn’t help but moan, and then followed it up with a nervous chuckle. “I can’t believe just how much my feet ache, but your touch is amazing.”
She’d never felt like this before, both soothed and disturbed. Her usual bouts of physical contact occurred to scratch an itch with no real intimacy and no emotion. Yet she found she enjoyed spending time with Dallam, enjoyed spending hours in stimulating conversation about everything from the mundane to the fantastical. He shared the same passion for his work she did for hers. She appreciated his intellect and how her social standing had no impact on his interactions with her.
The longer his fingers roamed her sore foot muscles, the more she lost thought of anything and everything but the feelings he evoked. She moaned again and dropped the journal, wanting more from him. She didn’t care about anything except his fingers on her body, and she wanted them on more than her feet. She reached out and clasped his hand in her own, stopping the motion. His bright eyes imprisoned her. She could see the desire and the regret in the depths, but she knew he would step away from her with just one word. She would utter no word.
She took the initiative and bent forward, kissing him. Her lips skimmed his. After the brief touch, she smiled as he moved her legs into his lap and took a seat on the stool. He made no move to resume the kiss.

About Me . . . just a little because I’m pretty complicated
I am an author, a reader, a reviewer and proofreader.
You can blame my parents for my love of reading and my personality! My first vivid memory is of my mother sitting me down on the potty with a book in my hands. Ever since then I will read anything available including extremely outdated magazines and shampoo bottles (rinse and repeat).
As far as my personality, when you are named for an amatory Roman Goddess you can’t help but start reading Harlequin novels when your classmates are still reading Judy Blume.
When I was a teen my father used to yell at me to get outside in the fresh air and I would have to sneak a book down my pant-leg, which was no easy task seeing as I was (and still am) a supreme klutz who trips over her own feet at least twice a day.
I usually have a minimum of four books on the go at the same time. I read fiction and non-fiction anything I can get my hands on; I love kilted hotties, demons with hearts of gold, shapeshifting Alpha males and any well-written leading man. My favourite heroines are curvy gals, after all I find them easy to relate to. However my favourites are happily-ever-after romances.

Venus Cahill ~ Where the Curvy girl gets her man

Monday, September 26, 2016

Motivational Monday

I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me that trouble of liking them.

Jane Austen

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Thankful Thursday

I read or heard somewhere that the key to happiness is writing down three things you are thankful for once a week . . . 

So let's give it try:

1. Glimmers of hope
2. Friends who let me whine and vent

3. An unbelievable supportive mom

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Tipsy Tuesday - Hot Apple Cider

"Hot" Apple Cider

2 ounces Cinnamon Whiskey
3 ounces apple cider

Fill a glass 1/4 full of ice cubes, pour in whiskey top with cider, garnish with apples slices if desired.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Motivational Mondays

Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress; which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.