This is what Amazon wrote about A Promise of Passion.

They say you never forget your first kiss, your first touch—your first time making love. Katie knows she never will.

A Promise of Passion follows the love affair of Katie Donovan and Bryce Collins, a budding high school romance destined to last a lifetime. Throughout the challenges of college, a long-distance relationship, and the rigors of careers, their flame only burns brighter. To Katie, Bryce will always be her "walking Adonis." And for his part, Bryce has been enthralled by Katie since their high school physics class. Theirs is the storybook romance that everyone dreams of.

But if that's the case, where's Bryce now? Katie struggles with this question as she sits alone in a bar drinking a gin and tonic with an olive—their favorite drink. They always kept their promise, a vow to keep passion alive no matter what. Why would he break it now?

It's here!! Stop by and pick up your copy at the Mark & M.E. Salon!

People seem so surprised that I wrote another book. You need to understand that when I'm not at the salon, doing housework, bookwork, cooking, or working out, I like to write. Watching tv and knitting are not my thing. Instead of meditating, I like to tell stories. Whether they are true stories, like I wrote in The Happy Hoo-Ha Trilogy, or a made up one, like my recent novel, I find it very enjoyable to write. I guess you could say writing is my hobby. And if I can entertain someone along the way, all the better.

I want you to remember your first kiss, that first touch, and, most importantly, the first time you make love. Check out "A Promise of Passion" by m.e. nesser. Only on Amazon.

If you do not like sex, then you will not like A Promise of Passion.

It's a great day for M.E. A Promise of Passion is now available on Amazon!

26 years ago today, this very special man was in a horrific accident that ultimately lead to his passing. He taught me to be honest, confident, strong and happy. I wouldn't be M.E. if I hadn't had all of his support and guidance. Appreciate the people in your life that are important to you, because they can disappear in an instance.

If you read The Happy Trail, you will remember how fondly I reminisced about my days doing nails. Today I was on the elliptical when I opened my Facebook page. I saw that a woman, who I did her nails for nearly 20 years, had died. She had moved to Florida, but we still played Words With Friends every day. We talked regularly and she was family to me. In fact, we played only four days ago. When I saw she died, I burst into tears. I saw my nail clients every two weeks and they were a big part of my life. My daughter even remembered who Vann was. I'm blown away by how sad I feel about her passing. I guess it is just another reminder how amazing my profession is. I love my clients and it feels like I really lost a friend. RIP Vann.

I love being a mom, but I have never forgotten how to be a woman. Make time for yourself and do something that makes you happy. I love to take baths, so I make it a priority to find time to soak in a hot, lavender scented bath.  Have your man take the kids for ice cream and forget about the dishes and the laundry. Fill a tub, light the candles, pour yourself a glass of wine, and take a minute to breath.

Let me tell you what happened to me yesterday. I was waiting for UPS to bring me a copy of my new book, which is entitled "A Promise of Passion."  My daughter told me it was delivered to my house and offered to bring it to the shop. I was so excited! If the book looked like it was put together properly, then I was planning to order 100 copies and make it available on Amazon. When I opened the package, I found the following book. It is a book of poems about God. This is obviously not my romance novel and I'm a little nervous about the religious person who wrote this book getting my romance novel by mistake. I was disappointed, but I found it mildly amusing that the author of this book would be reading about the size of my main character's appendage in the introduction. There has to be a reason this happened.

The stories I write about are true. That's why I wrote three books. The Happy Hoo-Ha Trilogy is an accurate account of my experiences as a Brazilian Wax Technician. My clients say the greatest things. Yesterday, I ripped a pretty large and very hairy strip off a woman who had skipped last month. When I showed her the strip, she said "That's where my guinea pig went!"

#marknme mascot. Bandit wants everyone to come and get ripped!

Since my children have enjoyed entertaining in our family room, my carpet has gotten pretty stained over the years. We called the carpets cleaner and they worked very hard to remove the stains. When I went to pay the bill, I noticed that the carpet cleaning company was located on Beaver Creek Road. I burst out laughing. Of course, the carpet is located on the beaver. Crazy how everything is related to my profession.

In this month's issue of Women's Health, there's a short article about vaginal queefs. They say it's a safe, but embarrassing sound that is made when air pockets get trapped inside the vagina during intercourse. Even though I spend my life beautifying this particular area of a woman's body, that expression really bugs me. Maybe if the expression wasn't so awkward, the sound wouldn't be either?

I know it's hard for many people to imagine staying with the same person for decades. One of the things I asked myself before I got married was "can I live with the shit about Mark that bugs me?" It's easy to focus on the good things in your relationship, but that's not the stuff that will break you apart. So you have great sex or he makes you laugh? Big deal. Can you live with his incessant burping or the piles of dirty socks he leaves on the floor? It's the stupid shit that can be potential deal breakers. It's the stupid shit that could potentially drive you nutty. My advice tonight is this...can you live with the shit about your mate that bugs you? If the answer is no, then you have some soul searching, my friend. If the stupid shit is inconsequential in the scheme of things, then you have a chance.

I've gotten a ton of positive feedback from my blogs about relationships. I can't take credit for everything I've shared though. Some of the insight I get is from my clients. I know a woman in her 30's who is married and has three children. Last year, she fell in love with a man other than her husband. It took her a while to get the courage to tell her husband the truth. When she finally admitted that she loved another man, her husband was relieved. He discovered that he was also in love with another man. As corny as it may sound, the truth set them both free. I know it can be scary to be honest sometimes, but it is always the way to go. Besides, if you are happy in your relationship, you'll have a happier hoo-ha, which has been my goal all along.

I've never taken a picture of my heated wax before, but I loved how this particular pot of wax looked. I thought it looked like a cute and happy alien, with the one eye in the shape of a heart. Two of my employees thought it looked like boobies. That works too.  Either way, I had to stop in the middle of a Brazilian to take a picture, because the design in it made me smile.

Another reason to wax....One of my clients decided to save some money. She bought some Nair and put it all over her bikini area. Within two minutes, she felt an insane burning sensation. She quickly removed the depilatory cream and looked down to see her inner lips swelling up. She could barely walk and was in so much pain, her man had to take her to the hospital. Not only did she have an allergic reaction to the cream, she had second degree burns over the entire area. It took awhile for the swelling to go down and for the area to heal. Yea, I think I'll stick with waxing.

When your man offers to mow your lawn. When you keep hearing disco music. When you read an article about Sasquatch in the paper. When you need to point the blow dryer South. When you can't see any skin. When you consider braids. When you see Mark in his purple car driving with Bandit on his lap. When you see me driving my yellow car with my "wax it all" license plate. Yes, these are all reminders that you are overdue...

Since I've finished The Happy Hoo-Ha Trilogy, the only way to share new stories is to continue writing my blog. And since most people don't read my hose down your hoo-ha blog, I copy it to my Facebook page every day. I love to share when "firsts" happen at Mark & M.E. A new client had been waxed one month ago at another salon by someone who was supposed to be the bomb. Not only did it take a lot longer, it was obvious that she didn't spread the lady's curtains, because I found some seriously long hairs in her creases. When I had her change her position so she was laying on her side, she started laughing and told me that was position that got her pregnant.

Children aren't afraid to play in the rain or laugh out loud. I'm not sure when that point in our lives happens when we stop acting silly and forget to enjoy the little things. I love to tell the joke that I used to be a first grade teacher and now I make women look like first graders all day long. But maybe there's more to it than that. Maybe I want to remind women what it feels like to want to have fun and to play and to laugh so hard that snot runs out of your nose. I wrote three books with the word "happy" in them, because I think people take being happy for granted. Hey, let's make it a happy day.

I started my day by waxing this beautiful baby's mommy. Yes, children are welcome here. We wouldn't have it any other way.

I am a huge fan of etiquette, which refers to the proper and polite way to behave. When people have poor etiquette, I get annoyed. For example, I was trying to knock out some cardio this morning, and there was a woman on each side of me on the phone. The one woman was on for 20 minutes, and I found it so distracting, that I got off the machine. It was hard to get into a groove when she was rambling nonsense. I couldn't seem to turn my music up load enough to tune her out. There are other forms of etiquette that I find necessary, like using your directional when you change lanes, holding a door open for the person behind you, or not eating a bean burrito before your Brazilian Wax. Have a polite day everyone!

I don't think it will surprise any of you that I enjoy reading sexy novels. I'm currently re-reading the Bared to You series, which I thoroughly enjoy. It's about rich, sexy people with totally f'd up pasts having a ton of sex. Most people would assume that novels such as these have very little value aside from getting the reader turned on or acting as an escape from reality, which are both important in my mind. This morning, however, I read an important bit of advice about relationships that I felt compelled to share. "Marriage isn't about whether you're strong as an individual. It's about how strong you are together and the luxury of taking turns carrying the load." Even smut can be philosophical.

In case you've never been to Mark & ME, we are not your average salon. We have a beautifully restored 1902 farmhouse that we work very hard to keep clean and updated. We utilize all three floors for salon services. People are everywhere.

There are six of us that work very hard to provide our clients with a professional yet fun experience. We are also a family with a wonderful dog named Bandit. When I walked into this room and saw Bandit on Sue's lap, I couldn't help but feel happy. There is a lot of love that gets shared at Mark & ME.

I may drive fast, but I am not a rude driver. Heck, I drive a car with the license plate pictured below. In addition, my new vehicle does not allow me to ride someone's butt. My seat vibrates if I get too close to someone. Yesterday, I was driving behind a guy going 58 in the passing lane. Yep, it bugged me, I may have scooted to the left so he could see me, but I didn't ride his butt.  When he finally moved over, I felt free.  As I passed him, he gave me the middle finger. I've never given anyone that sign while driving. I think it's very offensive. I was tempted to blow him a kiss, but I didn't want to get shot. I wish more people were happy.

This made me so happy!

I like to blog about "firsts" at Mark & M.E. I also love giving relationship advice. Today, let's combine the two. Yesterday, a woman brought her 10 month old to her wax appointment. Remember, we are totally kid friendly at Mark & M.E. The little boy hung out at my feet. Suddenly the bed started moving. He was pushing the controller for the bed. It was adorable. The woman was in dire need of my services. She used the excuse that there was "no time" to keep up with her waxing. You must always make time for yourself. Stop making excuses for not doing the things that make you feel good about yourself. If you feel better, both you and your partner will be happier. And if you are happier, your kids will be too.  No more excuses ladies!

You know you've picked the right profession when you go away for a long weekend and are anxious to get back to work. I'm not sure what it is about pubic hair that lures me like a siren, but it does. Sometimes I wonder if there is inherently something wrong with me.

While I'm on the relationship roll, I'd thought I thought I'd embark on one more word of wisdom.  Communication is tough. I get it. But when was the last time you just laughed with your man? Not smiled or discussed a topic, but hard core laughed out loud? If you can't remember,  you may have a problem. Find ways to have fun with your guy. Life is serious enough. Find some joy in your relationship. You'd be surprised how important it is.

Yesterday, I gave my two cents on relationships. I would be remiss if I didn't mention how our careers add to our marital success. Mark and I believe that feeling good in your own skin makes you more beautiful in the eyes of the one who loves you. We have dedicated our professional careers to making people feel beautiful. Confidence is sexy. So if coloring your gray hair or getting a Brazilian makes you feel better about yourself, then you will feel better in your relationship. Remember how long it used to take to get ready for a date? When was the last time you put that much effort into how you looked? If you can't remember, you may have a problem. Yes, you should love one another no matter what. But don't tell me you feel sexy when your legs are all stubby or your hair is greasy. A little effort goes a long way.

I'm a hard working woman. I'm a realist. I am also a romantic. So maybe that's why I've had successful relationship for over thirty years. I work at it. I know it's not perfect and neither are we. And I love romance. A little effort can keep the romance alive. It's not as hard as you think.
Mark & ME believes in love and hopes you do too.

Thirty years ago today, I found a beautiful solitaire diamond at the bottom of my wine glass. That was the day I said yes to forever. #marknme