cupcakes are in the air
Weekly Guest Spotlight
This week's guest is one of my favorite people...erotic author, D.C. McMillen.
Spring is in the air, sort of. The weather in Toronto keeps alternating between sun, rain, snow, excessive wind and even hail. And I don’t mean that one day it is sunny and the next I see snowflakes clinging to my window. Nope, it seems to be changing by the hour. The other day, I had to don my goose down coat and stuff a light jacket into my bag for later. After walking half a block, I gave up on wielding my umbrella against the rain because the wind kept threatening to turn the damn thing inside out. I do not even want to describe what my hair looked like when I arrived at my destination.
So what’s a girl to do in these circumstances? I mean, am I supposed to be shedding my winter layers and hitting the gym or hunkering down on my sofa with warming comfort food? After careful consideration, I’ve come up with a plan. Out of necessity, the layering of clothes will remain. I have, however, packed away the winter stuff and instead assembled outfits in bright spring colours. Sure, I run the risk of looking like a walking bed of tulips but these are the chances one must take in such dire circumstances. I’ve also ditched the winter stews and biscuits, casseroles and such in favour of more seasonal comfort food; cupcakes! Cupcakes are colourful and cute and they’re so small that they seem practically harmless. Spring and cupcakes – they just sound like they should go together, don’t they?
Here are a couple images I took while
scouring the city in search of cupcakes. Take a look and tell me if they don’t
just scream spring is in the air.
Oh, and while perusing the goods at a cupcake shop in Toronto, here is a cute drawing I found:
You and I are so alike, kid. So alike.
Of course, while adorable frosted cupcakes look innocent enough, those little buggers are filled with carbs and sugar...all the stuff that reminds me I need to hit the gym to get ready for summer. Or do I? *asked in my sly, I-am-so-smart voice*
Just like dealing with the odd spring we’re facing, I now need a strategy to deal with the excessive carbo-loading. So here is what I’ve come up with.
That’s right folks, I’ve turned to my old friend erotic romance. The Wedding involves all of the ooey-gooey, naughty goodness of cupcakes without the excess calories. And let me tell you, after writing this short book, I had definitely worked up the inspiration to work off some of that extra winter weight in ways that are much more fun and exhilarating than hitting the gym. *insert any variation of bow-chicka-bow-wow here*
And since The Wedding has just been published through MuseItHot Publishing, you too can follow my air tight plan for expertly handling the bi-polar, multiple personality bitch that is Spring, 2013.
Here is some more info about the book:
The Wedding, blurb
Karen is not the type to attend a wedding with a guy she’s only slept with once but, in a rare display of empathy, she agrees to accompany her new landlord Allan to this sure-to-be-boring function. Fortunately, Karen knows how to have a good time, and she’s pretty sure she and Allan can make their own fun...even if they have to do it in the outdoors just steps away from a couple hundred stuffy wedding guests.
The Wedding, excerpt
Carefully balancing the overflowing glass in one hand and a smutty paperback in the other, I sauntered into the living room. After placing both beside my open laptop on the modern glass coffee table in front of me, my body sank into the ridiculously comfortable sofa. Where did Allan find such a gem? My landlord—and guy I had sex with once—had excellent taste. I kicked off my hot pink stilettos, tucked my feet under me and wrapped a cream coloured cashmere throw around my lower body.
I reached for my book but paused when the familiar bloop bloop of Skype announced someone was video calling. Scooping up my laptop, I clicked accept. Allan’s charming face appeared on screen.
“Hello Allan, It’s nice to see you,” I said, amused. The guy just Skyped me three days ago. This was starting to become a regular thing. Truthfully I didn’t mind. If it were not for the fact that Allan was in Philadelphia while I was stuck here in Chicago, the guy would be much more than just a one-time lover.
“Hi Karen, I’m not, uh, interrupting am I? I can call back later...” his voice trailed off. I rolled my eyes.
“No, Allan. What can I do for you? Would you like me to get naked for the camera again?”
His face blushed to the colour of my heels. “Well, that was a fun experiment. Perhaps I could hold off my question until later,” he answered. Even through the shitty quality of video, his eyes flashed, complimenting the wicked smile smeared across his face. Good. Confident Allan was back, if only momentarily.
“What question is that, Baby?” In the little corner of the screen that held my image, I could see my lips curled upward, matching Allan’s expression.
“Oh, um, I’m going to be in town next weekend,” he said.
“Mmm, I like where this is going,” I interrupted.
“I have to attend a wedding. My best friend from childhood is getting hitched that Saturday.”
“Not the one you caught in the shower with your ex and his wife?”
Allan’s eyes dulled. “No, not him,” he answered. “A real friend.”
A tiny stab of guilt landed in my gut. I considered apologizing for bringing up the painful memory, but dismissed the thought. That happened, like, eight months ago. The guy should just get over it.
“So what, you want to meet after the wedding? I’m free on Sunday so that could work out perfectly.”
I rolled my eyes again, a twinge of annoyance fluttering in my stomach.
“What can I do for you, Allan?”
“Come to the wedding with me?”
“As your date? To the church and everything?”
“Well that’s generally how it works, yes,” he said, his tone dry and a little hurt.
“I, um, well...”
D.C. McMillen enjoys writing about dirty sex in questionable places but has been known to write about other subjects, on special occasions. She is featured in MuseItHot’s Short & Spicy line up with The Rental, The Wedding and A Decent December. D.C.’s short stories and flash fiction can be found in several anthologies and other print and online publications. She is obsessed with Twitter and invites you to look her up at @mcmillendc, on her blog, or Facebook.
Thanks to D.C. I'm not only craving cupcakes but questionable sex. Neither are on the menu at my house tonight. Oh well...guess I'll just have to read her book.
Until the next time...I'll be baking cupcakes!