Take one stranded actress with a secret, a small town veterinarian, and add a hideously ugly dog with worse manners. In Beverly Diehl’s The Dog Days of Summer, can the sexy vet – and the dog – win Panick’s heart before Hollywood calls her home?
Author: Beverly Diehl
She/Her. Sex-positive, pro-choice, life-positive, polyamorous, breast cancer sur-thriver. With tiara.
Whole Lotta Sexy Going On
First, BUY MY BOOK. Er, Story. Y’all don’t know how long I’ve been dying to be the one to say that. If I had a dollar, for all the Tweets and blog posts and FB ads I’ve read… But let’s turn the page on that, shall we? My short story, The Dog Days of Summer, will be…
Hate Is A Four Letter Word
It feels to me almost like there is an epidemic of hate, of angry, shouting people who don’t want to hear or acknowledge the humanity of others. Like it’s influenza, or an alien entity, it’s as if people don’t feel safe unless they hate anyone or anything that is different or new or whatever, this miasmic THING is traveling around the United States, maybe the whole world, all red-faced and pointy-fingered at those people, over there, who are ruining it for the rest of us.
Wet & Messy Fun #bodyimage #freedom
I am never going to look in the mirror and feel love or see beauty, in a roll of fat. When I try, I just set myself for failure and more hating on myself for failing that, too. If you can do it, more power to you!
But I can look for and appreciate other things about the strong, healthy body I inhabit, which gives me indescribable pleasure. This body kicked cancer’s ass! It is amazing and deserves love. Just as it is.
Say Hello To My Little Vibrator
Noted in passing: one of my lovers made the snarky remark that Jean-Luc and Number Two were kinda inappropriate names, since they certainly weren’t going where no man had gone before!