WHAT ARE YOUR TALENTS?

I have seen many talented people sharing their gifts with us in the forums. JustScribbles :-), Tommyboy and No1phD have demonstrated their brilliant talent in the written word and in creative writing and poetry. UnknownRomeo has mad rapping skills. CrystalFairy and SuzQ have shared their artwork and allowed us a glimpse into their world of beautiful paintings. 2OldtoMessAround has shared with us her amazing skill in gardening. You can even share any unusual talent. Goofball and No1phD have a special talent in using their tongues... urmmm, as in silver tongued smooth talkers, of course.

As for my personal talent, I am a master magician. Now you see me, now you don't.

What are your talents? Please share with us a sample of your work, either as a link in the forums or as an image. Of course, if you have more than one talent, be sure to share all. :-)

Well... there's writing
gardening
Being Master of Ceremony & presenting
Stimulating & motivating people
Coaching (not counseling, hate counselling, as those ppl are real hard to motivate)

Don't forget to share samples of your writing. Please keep it PG rated...

Please click on all the member names in my first post for links to their work here.

I am an engineer by profession but a physician by passion. I treat people for free by holistic and natural methods. Would you call it a talent?

Well ... that would make it somewhat difficult, lol. I'll see what I can do ...

Well, it's lengthy, but here's a few samples from 2 different stories that should be PG13 okay:
I'll post the two separately, so if mods think otherwise....
Please bear in mind it is copyrighted material.


Megan sat in the booth in the back of the diner with her cappuccino. Her laptop was up and running and while she was sipping her coffee, she was looking for jobs online.
I really don't want another office job, or worse, waiting in some restaurant, dammit!
Her mind drifted and she looked out the window, not really seeing anything, lost in thought. She absentmindedly picked up her cup and took another sip. Her eyes zeroed in on a man that walked by the window.
Wow, nice ***!
Megan looked him over. Tall, golden blond hair, muscular, suntanned arms, wide shoulders, corded neck. Really well built. Damn, he was hot! She almost started to drool.
Let it slide, Meggie. Not for you. Megan sighed. She'd given up on dating. For now. First she needed to get her life sorted again. She stared at nothing in particular and thought about her life.
She had quit her job a few months ago to start her own coaching practice. That had been quite the decision to make, considering that she'd had a really good job as an office manager. Her income had been good enough to make a nice living. But after ten years, she had gotten fed up with it. She'd seen it all, done it all. Her heart wasn't in it anymore. She wanted to do something else, something completely new. The safety of her job had turned into a confinement, and the feeling to break free had grown and grown, until she couldn't ignore it anymore.
Thank goodness she had saved through the years, so she could tide herself over for at least half a year. If she was frugal.
Smart as she was, she had started working on her practice while she was still employed. She had set up a website, found herself a nice place where she could rent space to work from for a very reasonable price. When she had done all the prep work, she had handed in her resignation.
Her practice was picking up alright, but she didn't have enough clients yet to make a living of it. Best she'd find herself a temp office job before she depleted her savings account.
'Mind if I sit here? A deep, low voice.
Megan looked up in the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Mr Nice ***. Oh my goodness!
Her cheeks turned pink.
Get a grip, Meggie! You're 42, for god's sake!
She opened her mouth to answer him, but no sound came out. She cleared her throat, his piercing gaze on her. She almost cringed. His gaze seemed to see right through her, and made her feel as if she'd bared her very soul to him.
'Sure, go ahead. Megan replied and quickly turned her eyes to her laptop, pretending to read something.
Why the heck did Mr Gorgeous have to sit here? There was plenty of space, the diner wasn't all that busy. And why did he make her feel so goddamned awkward?
She tried to focus her attention on the job site, but somehow it didn't work.
'So, what is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? His deep voice cut through her jumbling thoughts.
'Wow, that's not very original! Megan blurted, and she looked up to meet his gaze. His lips curled up, and she blushed again.
Mr Gorgeous leaned forward, holding her with his eyes.
'Oh, trust me, He had lowered his voice as if he was telling her a secret. 'I can be very original!
She so wanted to avert her gaze, to break free from his hypnotizing blue eyes, but found she couldn't. A slow heat crept up from her neck, all the way to her hairline. She must be a crimson red now.
So much for being a mature woman, coaching people and giving them dating and relationship advice. Some coach she was! This guy swept her off her feet with just one look and a few words. How the hell did he do that?
'Can I tell you a secret, Miss ...? he asked.
'Megan, she answered automatically.
Dammit. Now he knew her name. How stupid was she exactly? Manipulated by someone's good looks and strong eyes. He was probably some perv. But she sensed he wasn't. He didn't look like a freak, his clothes, haircut, and the cologne she smelled, screamed money. Of course rich bastards could be pervs just the same, but her gut told her he was a good man. And so far her intuition had rarely let her down. He did, however, intimidate her tremendously, so she had to try to get rid of him. Fast!
'I'm sorry, but I've got to get back to work now. Nice meeting you, she said, fully aware she was being rather rude, and without waiting for him to reply, she dropped her gaze to her laptop again.
His soft laughter irritated her and she looked up at him and glared. Amusement flickered in his eyes and she couldn't help but smile.
'Tell me why you can't take a break from that laptop for five minutes? he asked softly.
And before she knew it, she was telling him her story, about quitting her job and starting her practice. How the heck had he managed wangle all that information out of her, she did not understand. She knew coaching techniques and how to get people to talk, she used them herself in her work. This man had done a sneaky and gotten completely under her radar.
But it felt good to talk to him. Really good! She hadn't even realized she had needed someone to talk to, someone who'd listen and understand. And he did both.
While she was talking, he took her in. He had seen her a couple of times before in the diner, and somehow she had caught his attention. He wasn't quite sure why, but he never ignored instincts, and his instinct had drawn him to this woman. Being sensitive and intuitive, he was prone to picking up people's vibes wherever he went. As the owner of a posh BDSM club, his intuition often came in handy to assess situations and people. And a Master himself, he could easily listen to what someone said, and pay attention to body language at the same time, without missing what was being said. Which came in handy now.
As he listened to her story, he looked at the chocolate brown, wavy hair. Thick, long eyelashes and stunning hazel eyes in a heart shaped face. A beautiful small nose that turned up a tiny bit at the tip and fulls lips that begged to be kissed. Or put to work elsewhere on a man's body.
Because he'd seen her before in the diner, he knew that she had a good waistline, a slight curve to her lower belly, round hips and a seriously nice @$$. Gorgeous breasts too. He guestimated she was around 40 years old, but her breasts still looked firm and full. She was a stunner! A nice, soft woman that he was sure he could get to moan under his hard body.

� Angelina H. / Crystal

Double

'What the **** is this!'
Logan growled as he lifted his head up and turned to find out who had interrupted him while he was taking his pleasure from the fiery Siren underneath him.
Cold steel blue eyes met the ruthless, almost black eyes that belonged to Cal, one of his club's Masters.
Cal gaze went to the overheated redhead on the ground, then back to his friend's lethal eyes. He snorted. Clearly Logan was pissed off at being interrupted with whatever he was doing. The growl and look in Logan's eyes didn't bother him in the slightest though.
'I'm taking care of a trespasser,' Logan grumbled.
Cal raised an eyebrow and his lips curled up.
'Hey, it don't confront me none if you want to play role games with the hired help, but ...'
'Hired help?' Logan's interrupted, his brain plugging itself in again.
Dammit, what was he doing?
He looked at the girl underneath him, her eyes were still dazed, her lips red and swollen from their kiss. She looked incredibly hot! Logan shook his head to clear his brain, and fisted his hand in her red hair.
Dang, it felt good in his hand! Soft and silky. He suppressed the urge to wrap it around his wrist and take her mouth again.
He managed to control himself and his piercing blue eyes brought her back to reality.
'No more kicking and fighting, understand?' Logan's voice came out a low rumble.
Her 'Okay' a mere squeak.
Logan pushed himself up, took the girl's hand, and pulled her to her feet. He looked at Cal, paying heed to the girl from the corner of his eye, lest she'd start kicking again.
'Hired help?' he demanded.
'Yeah, the girl works for the landscaping company. They hired her to paint the trompe l’oeil on the wall.' Cal tilted his head toward the lanai. 'I let her in since you were busy.'
Logan turned around to have a look at the wall and saw the beginnings of a painted archway with a landscape in the middle.
Logan swallowed hard. He'd forced himself upon a bleeping painter. She had been willing enough, but Marie, the owner of the landscaping company he'd hired to do his gardens, was going to have his hide if she'd find out. She had very strict work ethics. So did he. Normally speaking. But this Siren had gotten under his skin, had lured him to crash his boat on the rocks, resulting in him almost getting his rocks off on her. In his boxers at that.
So much for control, Master Logan.
'What do you want, Cal?' Logan grumbled.
'It'll keep. You deal with the hired help first.' Cal looked at the girl.
Logan turned to her. The poor thing was trembling. He must have scared the hell out of her, coming on so strong so fast. And she was probably shook up by her own equally strong reaction to him.
His eyes warmed.
'I'm so sorry, miss. I had by no means intended to ...,' he had to clear his throat. Plunder you. Ravish you. Bleep you.
Cal's deep laughter filled the air. 'Mr Eloquent stuck for words. I'll be damned!'
As he earned himself a glare from Logan, he turned around and sauntered away, laughing still.
'I'm sorry,' Logan continued, 'That should never have happened. I'm Logan, I own this mansion.'

Ten minutes later Sellie was drinking cappuccino in the kitchen. She still felt awkward, hadn't wanted to go in his house. His home. Too intimate, after what just happened, she needed some distance. And time to sort out her feelings. Her reaction to this God had been extreme. She knew herself to be a passionate woman with a healthy appetite for sex, but the way she had reacted was ridiculous. It had felt amazing, she had never felt so overwhelmed by a man before, and had not known it would turn her on so much either. But to end up rolling on the ground with her lips glued to a man she held for a pervert, ready and willing to spread her legs for him, that was seriously concerning.
Apart from her emotional objections to entering his house, she hadn't wanted to go in with her paint stained clothes either. The place looked pretty posh and some of the paint on her clothes was fresh. She wasn't the type of painter that never spilled a drop. When she let rip artistically, she was in another realm entirely, and she didn't want to be bothered with cleaning up drips here and there. So she always covered the area she was working in with cloths, and herself by wearing old clothes.
Logan had been adamant she'd come in for something to drink though, and she'd found that, in spite of her spirited nature, she was no match for him. Whereas she could have fervid bouts of strength, he had a steadfast aura of power and self-confidence. It had taken him less than a minute to get her to come inside.
Once indoors, she had introduced herself to him and told him her full name, Seline.
His reaction had been a bit odd. He had looked surprised and mumbled, 'A moon goddess. Not a Siren.' He'd shaken his head as if to rid himself of some image, and smiled. He had taken her hand, and said, 'Nice to meet you, Seline.' He had raised her hand to his mouth, his lips brushing the back of it.
'Enchant�,' he had said softly, as his stabbing blue eyes met her green ones. Her heart had done a somersault in her chest, and he'd given her a smile that made her spine melt.
Thank god he'd pulled back a chair, breaking the spell, and invited her to take a seat.
Sellie had looked at him as casual as she could while he was making the cappuccino and frothing the milk. The way he moved around was interesting to watch. He was totally comfortable in the kitchen. It was obvious he was familiar with the layout and whereabouts of all the utensils, so he probably cooked his own meals. She had no doubt he could whip up a 6 course meal with the same ease that he was making the cappuccino with. He was in total control of everything all the time, not even a piece of equipment would dare defy his authority. He truly was Lord of the Manor. And the sheer speed and agility with which he had taken her down in the garden proved he was King of the Jungle just the same. A dangerous man. Elegant, courteous, and friendly one minute, a swift and lethal predator the next.
After he'd set the cappuccinos on the table, he excused himself for a minute. He'd gotten paint on his shirt and he quickly wanted to change into something else. She perved on his butt when he stalked out of the kitchen.
Damned fine ***! But then, everything about him looked good. And she knew that everything about him felt good too. She'd had an up close and personal encounter to be able to vouch for that.
Golden blond hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, full lips, straight nose, and a masculine jawline. To-die-for broad shoulders and chest, she had seen blond chest hair peek through the opening of his shirt. She guestimated he was six foot four. He literally towered over her, despite her own five foot eleven. A totally new experience for her, she usually had to look down, not up. She couldn't remember ever being around a man as tall as Logan. The effect it had on her was peculiar. It made her feel utterly feminine and protected, but it also stirred weird sensations in her lower body. Maybe that hadn't so much to do with his height as it did with him. Or both. It wouldn't surprise her if women dropped at his feet wherever he went, either in adoration or simply by being overwhelmed by the King of the Jungle.
She giggled. That title suited him down to the ground.
When Logan came back into the kitchen, she gawked like a schoolgirl. He had changed into a tight, black T-shirt that hugged his shoulders and chest, the short sleeves snug around his bulging biceps and triceps. Damn, the man was built like a brick shithouse!
You know that, Sellie, you've been squirming under that brick shithouse, remember!
She sure as hell remembered.

� Angelina H. / Crystal

Crystal, that is awesome talent! I hope I will get an autographed copy of your work once you're published. Your stories made me smile, very sexy and reminiscent of all the romance novels I've read. We are such romantics. Sigh. Lol

Is your real name Angelina? Beautiful name for a beautiful, talented lady with the hot legs.

Sweetie, post in my "Occupation" topic.

I like Angelina, it makes me think of Angelina ballerina

Many!!!! You wouldn't believe me if I told you
If I told you id have to kill you...jk

please do tell, (((zippy)))

Yes it is :)


Lol. I think I got that book somewhere...

im sure ive got the teddy somewhere,

Teaching my grandkids cool stuff.. Taught my 6 year old grandson how to make stone arrowheads from scratch...the list goes on....

I seem to have a talent...
for pissin' people off.

cool