Saturday 14 March 2015

InnerGoddess St Patrick’s Day Blog Hop

Inner GoddessWelcome one and all to this blog hop, I’m not really sure what is expected of us but the linky so…


I’m Irish, it’s not that obvious from my last name as with the Heeley’s or whatever they were originally called before they jumped across to England in those times when most things Gaelic were out-lord by the English, they moved and changed their name in order for the English not to know where they came from. It was just a shame that they chose Yorkshire to settle as, well, I guess you really need to know that northern accent to get why I say that.

My mother’s is where I truly tie my Irish genes too, as she’s from Belfast, they immigrated over to Australia when she was 8. I am in fact second generation—duel passport—Irish. I’m not sure the background of my grandmothers family, I think they were from the south that moved to the north, but it’s said that my grandfather’s line can be traced back to the Celtic’s which is the reason I got my pixie ear.

Anyway, walla, I’m Irish. I’m blue eyed, blond hair, and see-through white skin—and yes I say that other just being white, my veins are small and deep and I can see every fucking one of them. I ain’t white, I’m see-through.

Anyway, I wear the green I have the Claddagh ring (ok, I got it when I was little, so it doesn’t fit anymore), pendent and my mother even has the brooch.
I love my family, the support they give me, everyone, the same I would give them. It’s what it’s like to live in an Irish family. We are for life and we tend to keep them all there.

So enough of that, here’s the links and other info – in addition to the blog hop giveaway I’m running my own for the week. Hope you guys have fun as you click through the list of wonderful authors/bloggers
 

#MySexySaturday week 83

This week is all about Sexy Me Up, where you never thought you were good enough until suddenly every man and his dog is dry humping your leg.

Who strings to mind for me is Phil from Seeking My Werewolf, and let’s face it Craig is very interesting in that leg.


“You really are gorgeous.”
     “That’s a first,” Phil said with a smile. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
     “I don’t know why,” Craig whispered dropping down closer, his breath fanning over Phil’s face.    “You’re all kinds of fuckable to me.”
     Phil laughed right in the guy’s face. Couldn’t help it.
     “Good, huh?” Craig’s smile was wide, his eyes bright, hot, making Phil swallow the laughter on a shiver. That caught in his chest as a moan as Craig took his lips with a fieriness that made Phil forget everything and everyone. He was in Craig’s arms as he wrapped his own around the man’s shoulders, pulling him down on top of himself.
     His body buzzed with heat, lust—a hum that was only going to go away if he could get Craig closer. The pull at his shoulder and chest made it a little harder for him to throw his weight into the need, but the dull flush of pain didn’t overpower that need.
     He just wanted to get Craig closer to him.


And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop