ShaunaMarie's Ramblings

What a whirlwind. There truly are a lot of men out there looking, so those of you who think there are no men out there our age (50’s), think again. Back when I was in my 20’s (yesterday, right?) I had a friend in her 50’s. She told me it was the best time of her life. The men were coming out of the woodwork and she loved it.  I remember laughing at her because she was about my size now, back then. Peggy loved those younger men. She was so young at heart and they seemed to fit her personality well.  Bless you, my friend. I still think of you often.  In so many ways she was right. Those young ones came out of the woodwork, but I don’t want a boy. I want a man who knows what he’s doing. Who’s been around the block a time or two. Who understands where he fucked up and won’t make that mistake again. In other words, I want him to come trained. LOL.  I don’t want to train. I’ve met quite a few men, ok not met in person. I haven’t met any of them in person. It never got...

This is an excerpt from my current work in progress. Doing the final edit. Will be published by the end of the year. Keep your fingers crossed, there aren't any huge rewrites, like the last one. Mending Hearts By: Shauna Marie I had asked him to run away with me. I’d asked him a thousand times, but last night I’d gone to his hotel room and knocked. He pulled me in quickly and looked down the hallway and slammed the door. “What are you doing here?” He asked softly. “Giving you an out.” I wrapped my hands around his cheeks, pushing my body against his. The way he liked. The whole body hug.  “Please come with me Cade. Choose us, choose me. Run away with me. Please.” The tears started to fall. “Please Cade?” He was beautiful. He didn’t have a clue how much he affected me. “You know that I can’t do this Soph.” He walked away and ran his hands through his hair, leaving it sexy and messed. It reminded me of all the mornings we had made love before running off to work. He turne...

Here is a little something I wrote as a free write for an assignment.  It’s fiction people! A friend from work had invited me to lunch at a new restaurant in town. I was excited, it sounded like a wonderful place to take my wife on our fifth anniversary the following week. Five years was one of those milestone years, at least it felt that way. We had been connecting on a deeper level over the last year and things were perfect, so I was anxious to spend some time showing Kate just how much she was loved and appreciated in every way. The hostess was walking me through the restaurant to the table where my co-workers sat talking and laughing. They were a lively group. I sat in one of the open chairs facing out into the restaurant, my favorite way to observe people. I found it amazing how comfortable people could be in the middle of a restaurant for everyone to see. Like in a car, people act like they are alone and act as if they are unobserved. Best time to watch people. A...