Archive for June, 2010

New Cave Release – Nicole Austin

Once a woman’s deepest, darkest desires have been exposed—whetting her appetite for taboo pleasures of the flesh—her unquenchable hungers will not be denied.

Floggers and whips.

Chains and leather restraints.

Erotic rewards and punishments…oh my!

Seduced by erotic stories and the forbidden lure of Dominance and submission, Evie Sloan longs to explore the scintillating delights firsthand. While some fantasies are better left to the imagination, for the chance to visit a real BDSM club, she’s willing to take a risk.

Been there, done that, seen it all—or so jaded Dominant Niko Kovalenko thought. Evie’s arrival on the scene reawakens long-dormant passions and ramps them up to a whole new level. She’s an exciting challenge, a dangerous temptation, igniting the compulsion to posses. To collar.

Evie is no man’s submissive pet. Niko strips her bare, sheds light on all her secret desires and weaknesses, but it’s still not enough for him. To win her man, she’ll have to confront her fears and find a way to bridge the distance between them.

 

 


Happy Release Day, Nicole Austin!

Once a woman’s deepest, darkest desires have been exposed—whetting her appetite for taboo pleasures of the flesh—her unquenchable hungers will not be denied.

Floggers and whips.

Chains and leather restraints.

Erotic rewards and punishments…oh my!

Seduced by erotic stories and the forbidden lure of Dominance and submission, Evie Sloan longs to explore the scintillating delights firsthand. While some fantasies are better left to the imagination, for the chance to visit a real BDSM club, she’s willing to take a risk.

Been there, done that, seen it all—or so jaded Dominant Niko Kovalenko thought. Evie’s arrival on the scene reawakens long-dormant passions and ramps them up to a whole new level. She’s an exciting challenge, a dangerous temptation, igniting the compulsion to posses. To collar.

Evie is no man’s submissive pet. Niko strips her bare, sheds light on all her secret desires and weaknesses, but it’s still not enough for him. To win her man, she’ll have to confront her fears and find a way to bridge the distance between them.


New Cave Release – Regina Carlysle

Book three in the Texas Passions series.

When Callista Hill settles in tiny Morgan’s Creek, she vows to make a better life for herself. She never figured lust and screaming-hot orgasms were part of the equation. One look at the local bar owner and she’s flooded with the need to have him in her bed. He burns her to ash with every erotic touch, bringing her sex-starved body achingly to life.

The instant dark, moody Mac Moreno claps eyes on Callie, he knows he wants her. Her lush curves turn him inside out and have his libido racing from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. Burning up the sheets with this sassy, sweet lady brings him back to life. But when her stalking ex hunts her down, will Callie run?

Not if Mac can help it.

~*~

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: EAGLE’S REFUGE

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Mac Moreno leaned back against the corral fence and looked out over land that now belonged, in part, to him. A year ago, he would never have imagined such a thing but with Joe Morgan’s death, the White Eagle Ranch had been split into thirds, leaving his half sister Leah, half brother Dash and himself with a legacy that was pretty overwhelming to a guy who’d scratched out a living alone for most of his life.

Heavy noonday sunshine beat down on him. Mac swept the battered straw cowboy hat from his head and mopped his sweaty brow with a bandana he kept tucked in his back pocket.

Damn hot today.

A savage shriek ripped through the air. Mac squinted at the violently blue Texas sky and watched a lone eagle glide through that vivid palette to land on the roof of the barn where it pierced him with an unblinking gaze. Eagle and man shared a moment of utter communion. No doubt the bird of prey wondered what the hell a nobody like himself was doing out here laying claim to this land, this ranch.

Mac had asked himself the same question a million times over the past few months. Sending his gaze over the immediate area, taking in the stately ranch house in the distance, the corrals, the barn, he wondered about the fickleness of fate. His mother Elena had been the housekeeper for Joe Morgan thirty-odd years ago and on one hot Texas night, she’d slept with the boss and wound up pregnant. That event had ended her employment at White Eagle Ranch and she’d moved on to clean the houses of wealthy folks in the town of Morgan’s Creek, scratching out a living as a single mother until the day she’d died.

Mac’s jaw tightened.

As he shifted his gaze to the side of the barn, memories assaulted him, bitter and ultimately humiliating. He’d been sixteen, a gangly kid who knew full well the rich, powerful Joe Morgan was the father who’d never claimed him, never wanted him.

“What the hell are you doing here, boy?”

Mac swallowed hard. His hands were shaking but he didn’t want his father to see so he shoved them in the pockets of his jeans and tried like hell to look cool. “Looking for work, sir.”

Joe scowled at him. He was a big man with a shock of white hair and as intimidating as hell. This was the man who didn’t want him, didn’t speak to him on the streets of Morgan’s Creek, the town that bore his name. The big man looked down and then up, taking him in, sizing him up, and Mac knew Joe Morgan didn’t like what he saw. Nope. He didn’t measure up but had he thought he would? He’d been fooling himself.

“Aren’t you Elena Moreno’s kid?”

“Yessir.”

Silence fell. Mac sucked in a breath and held it. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he imagined his dad would call him son and hug him like he meant it?

Suddenly Mac felt stupid and dumb and more on the outside than ever before.

Why would the all-powerful Joe Morgan ever in a million years acknowledge a poor Mexican kid from the wrong side of the tracks? To most of the town, Mac was nothing but trash. He had no hope of college and could lay claim to no kind of future. Hell, his mom had saved for years just to buy him a class ring so he could remember his high school days. Dumb thing but it made Elena proud to do it. She’d saved every dime so he could have a couple of new pairs of jeans at the start of every school year. She’d worked her fingers to the bone, scrubbing toilets and polishing floors, to give him the bare necessities of life. Joe Morgan had never contributed. Not once.

In the distance, a horse galloped across a pasture. Pretty Leah, his half sister, the legitimate child of Joe Morgan, was out riding her beautiful mare, her ponytail whipping out behind her like a shiny flag. Resentment welled up deep inside him. His heart tightened and frustration dug steely spurs into his belly. She had everything. He had nothing. The fact that she didn’t know he was her brother wasn’t the issue. Mac was so jealous he wanted to just die.

He was the unacknowledged bastard kid of a rich dude who apparently hated his guts.

Mac focused on the older man and wanted to kick his own ass. His being here was stupid, ridiculous.

Joe shifted his stance and gave him a fierce look. “Think you’ve got what it takes to be a cowboy, kid?”

The spit dried in Mac’s mouth. “Yessir.”

“Well, I don’t think so,” he drawled. “Got plenty of hands and they don’t need to be babysitting you. Now you get on out of here, kid. You don’t belong here.”

Mac watched him walk away without a backward glance, standing there, his eyes burning like hellfire from tears. Then he turned and ran as fast as he could to the old beat-up truck he’d borrowed from a friend. Slamming the door of the truck, he rubbed his stinging eyes before driving away.


Happy Release Day, Regina!

Book three in the Texas Passions series.

When Callista Hill settles in tiny Morgan’s Creek, she vows to make a better life for herself. She never figured lust and screaming-hot orgasms were part of the equation. One look at the local bar owner and she’s flooded with the need to have him in her bed. He burns her to ash with every erotic touch, bringing her sex-starved body achingly to life.

The instant dark, moody Mac Moreno claps eyes on Callie, he knows he wants her. Her lush curves turn him inside out and have his libido racing from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. Burning up the sheets with this sassy, sweet lady brings him back to life. But when her stalking ex hunts her down, will Callie run?

Not if Mac can help it.

***

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: EAGLE’S REFUGE

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

 

Mac Moreno leaned back against the corral fence and looked out over land that now belonged, in part, to him. A year ago, he would never have imagined such a thing but with Joe Morgan’s death, the White Eagle Ranch had been split into thirds, leaving his half sister Leah, half brother Dash and himself with a legacy that was pretty overwhelming to a guy who’d scratched out a living alone for most of his life.

Heavy noonday sunshine beat down on him. Mac swept the battered straw cowboy hat from his head and mopped his sweaty brow with a bandana he kept tucked in his back pocket.

Damn hot today.

A savage shriek ripped through the air. Mac squinted at the violently blue Texas sky and watched a lone eagle glide through that vivid palette to land on the roof of the barn where it pierced him with an unblinking gaze. Eagle and man shared a moment of utter communion. No doubt the bird of prey wondered what the hell a nobody like himself was doing out here laying claim to this land, this ranch.

Mac had asked himself the same question a million times over the past few months. Sending his gaze over the immediate area, taking in the stately ranch house in the distance, the corrals, the barn, he wondered about the fickleness of fate. His mother Elena had been the housekeeper for Joe Morgan thirty-odd years ago and on one hot Texas night, she’d slept with the boss and wound up pregnant. That event had ended her employment at White Eagle Ranch and she’d moved on to clean the houses of wealthy folks in the town of Morgan’s Creek, scratching out a living as a single mother until the day she’d died.

Mac’s jaw tightened.

As he shifted his gaze to the side of the barn, memories assaulted him, bitter and ultimately humiliating. He’d been sixteen, a gangly kid who knew full well the rich, powerful Joe Morgan was the father who’d never claimed him, never wanted him.

“What the hell are you doing here, boy?”

Mac swallowed hard. His hands were shaking but he didn’t want his father to see so he shoved them in the pockets of his jeans and tried like hell to look cool. “Looking for work, sir.”

Joe scowled at him. He was a big man with a shock of white hair and as intimidating as hell. This was the man who didn’t want him, didn’t speak to him on the streets of Morgan’s Creek, the town that bore his name. The big man looked down and then up, taking him in, sizing him up, and Mac knew Joe Morgan didn’t like what he saw. Nope. He didn’t measure up but had he thought he would? He’d been fooling himself.

“Aren’t you Elena Moreno’s kid?”

“Yessir.”

Silence fell. Mac sucked in a breath and held it. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he imagined his dad would call him son and hug him like he meant it?

Suddenly Mac felt stupid and dumb and more on the outside than ever before.

Why would the all-powerful Joe Morgan ever in a million years acknowledge a poor Mexican kid from the wrong side of the tracks? To most of the town, Mac was nothing but trash. He had no hope of college and could lay claim to no kind of future. Hell, his mom had saved for years just to buy him a class ring so he could remember his high school days. Dumb thing but it made Elena proud to do it. She’d saved every dime so he could have a couple of new pairs of jeans at the start of every school year. She’d worked her fingers to the bone, scrubbing toilets and polishing floors, to give him the bare necessities of life. Joe Morgan had never contributed. Not once.

In the distance, a horse galloped across a pasture. Pretty Leah, his half sister, the legitimate child of Joe Morgan, was out riding her beautiful mare, her ponytail whipping out behind her like a shiny flag. Resentment welled up deep inside him. His heart tightened and frustration dug steely spurs into his belly. She had everything. He had nothing. The fact that she didn’t know he was her brother wasn’t the issue. Mac was so jealous he wanted to just die.

He was the unacknowledged bastard kid of a rich dude who apparently hated his guts.

Mac focused on the older man and wanted to kick his own ass. His being here was stupid, ridiculous.

Joe shifted his stance and gave him a fierce look. “Think you’ve got what it takes to be a cowboy, kid?”

The spit dried in Mac’s mouth. “Yessir.”

“Well, I don’t think so,” he drawled. “Got plenty of hands and they don’t need to be babysitting you. Now you get on out of here, kid. You don’t belong here.”

Mac watched him walk away without a backward glance, standing there, his eyes burning like hellfire from tears. Then he turned and ran as fast as he could to the old beat-up truck he’d borrowed from a friend. Slamming the door of the truck, he rubbed his stinging eyes before driving away.

 

 


Jasmine Aherne Interview

Please welcome Jasmine Aherne to my humble blog abode. Much sauciness ahead with Orlando Bloom…in Jasmine’s room. God, I should have been a poet…

Nat: So, how does writing make you feel, darling?

Jasmine: Great! Like slipping into someone else’s skin for an hour, or two, or three. No matter what’s going on in your own life it’s nice to take a load off your mind and tackle someone else’s problems instead, or…give them more problems! Mwahaha.

Nat: Oh, you wicked woman, you! Which of your books is your fave–and why? Gotta know the why because I’m nosey.

Jasmine: Stranded, I think. How could it not be? It was my first ever published novel, and my first novel with one of my publishers, Pink Petal Books. Why? Because I adored writing it. The hero, Will, is based on one of my favourite actors, Edward Norton, and it gave me an excuse to watch a lot of his films. Research, yes. *cough cough*

Nat: Ah, he’s the geezer who played Will Graham in Red Dragon, isn’t he? I do believe you can keep him. He’s not my mug of tea, dear. There will be no squabbles over men at this present time…

Do you need silence to write, or can you pen a tale with a household tempest swirling around you?

Jasmine: I like music. Right now I’m sat on my sweetie’s bed with my computer on my lap. I’m warm and comfy and my sweetie is at his PC killing zombies. It’s nice to be able to share space with him but do different things at the same time. Mind you, he has to wear headphones too or I get distracted by the zombies going splat… Eeew.

Nat: Eww indeed! What books do you have planned for the future, or don’t you know until you open a clean document?

Jasmine: I don’t know! I’d like to say I have a list as long as my arm of planned books…but I don’t know. I usually get an idea when I go to the movies. Films are so inspirational to me.

Nat: That guy there. Look at him. He seriously has your list on his damn arm. Imagine having an arm like that, though! You could tap someone on the shoulder way ahead of you in a queue then snake your arm back quickly and pretend you didn’t do it. The fun you could have!

How much writing time do you have each day/week, and do you wish you had more?

Jasmine: About an hour or two, more on weekends. I wish I had more! I’m lucky that I don’t work terribly long hours in my day job, but sometimes I get home too tired to do more than pour dinner down my neck and collapse into bed!

Nat: I like that idea. Pouring dinner down your neck. It would save so much time not having to chew!

Okay, imagine this, if you will.. You’ve been asked to attend a writing convention, and a genie appears (come on, indulge me…), offering to magic one star who will accompany you. Who would you pick and why? Details, I must have details, and if it’s a star I’d pick, I’ll fight you for the sexy bleeder! *holds fists up and stands in a menacing position, just so you know I mean business*

Jasmine: All right! *rubs hands with glee* Well, I do have a thing for Edward Norton, but in this case, it’d HAVE to be Orlando Bloom. In his Pirates of the Carribean get up. Oh yeah, baby. The long hair, the pirate coat, the boots, the open shirt, the voice…. all of it. And why? Just look at him! And it gets better when he has a sword. Men + weapons do it for me!

Nat: Okay, so now we have a squabble on the horizon. Unless you agree to share… He is rather dishy, isn’t he? A veritable plate of dishiness that begs to be eaten up. Eyes, look at the eyes. Ooooh. Ooooooooooooh!
Oh crap! The genie has appeared again–gosh, he’s an accommodating fella but arrives at the most inopportune friggin’ fantasy moment GRR–and grants you another wish. Personally, I think he fancies you, hence his reappearance, but he’s so shy he’s just making out he has to visit you with three wishes. Yeah, right, Genie Boy, whatever you say. Hmm. Why doesn’t he just say he thinks you’re lush? Men! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. The genie says you can take your star on an all-expenses paid holiday. Where would you go and why?

Jasmine: Ireland, without a doubt. It might be cold, but it’s beautiful. Sheer cliffs that stagger down to roaring pale blue seas, a summer sky bluer than a robin’s egg, and live music every night in most pubs. And the men’s accents! Whoa. That accent should be illegal, it’s so hot. Seriously! Although I suppose with Orlando on my arm I’d be greedy if I checked out the men….

Nat: Ah, I see what you’re doing. Staking a claim on Orlando with that last comment *grin*. Making it clear he’s yours, ya big meany. So tell me, what would you do with him? You know, do-do *wink*.

Jasmine: Three words. Bed. Silk scarves. You can imagine the rest. And oh boy, am I imagining right now…

Nat: LOL! Now, you’re fully sated by Orlando, and the genie is back, jealous as all get out and raging at you to run away with him. But Orlando has claimed your heart and you’ve claimed his. The genie offers you unlimited wishes if you go with him, but you can’t use one to keep the star as yours. Would you run away with the genie or stay with the star?

Jasmine: Ooh! I don’t know. That’s a tough one… I guess I could wish for the genie to turn into Orlando…is that allowed, or is trying to trick him naughty?

Nat: I love it! I wouldn’t have thought of doing that. Yes, that’s allowed, whoop!

So, do you believe in love at first sight, soul mates, and destiny?

Jasmine: I believe in love at first sight, and I believe in destiny. As for soul mates, I just don’t know. I used to believe in that “one person for everyone” theory, but then I thought, what if your “one” gets taken from you? Are you just doomed to wander around, loveless, without them, never to feel a love that wonderful again? That makes me sad.

Nat: I know what you mean. That wandering thing makes me want to cry.

Where do you see yourself in your writing career in five year’s time?

Jasmine: I’d like to be able to write part time and work part time–hopefully I’ll be making enough money to do that. And maybe in ten year’s time, I could write full time! Aahhhh, wishing… Where’s that genie when you need him?

Nat: He’s buggered off, jealous about Orlando.

And one for luck… Do you think I’m rather mental? I’ve asked myself this a dozen times, but my other me won’t answer.

Jasmine: Nah. You’re fun! And hey, you gave me a nice Orlando Bloom fantasy for free… *turns laptop so her sweetie can’t see, just incase he’s finished killing zombies*

Nat: Oh good. Glad to have been of service, heh heh! Well, it was great having you here. I had much fun. Good luck with all your books, darling, and have a good fantasy tonight! LOL!

Now, my beauties, here is an excerpt from Jasmine. Whee!
~*~

Excerpt from Stranded by Jasmine Aherne

Will wanted to look at Rachel but he didn’t. Her shiny, chocolate brown hair swung past her chin and brushed her shoulders in gentle waves. He wondered what it would feel like between his fingers.

He longed to say something, anything, anything at all, a comment on her appearance, an enquiry about the time of flight she would attempt to board tomorrow, but his thought processes were interrupted when the elevator slid to a halt and the doors opened. Her floor.

“My room is right around this corner.” She led him down the large tan hallway. It looked like a nice place, not too expensive, not too cheap. “Here we are, this should be-” she got her key ready.

He stayed her hand. “Would you like me to come in with you?”

Rachel deliberated. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Their eyes met. Rachel hesitated, but then she nodded firmly. “Yes. Please.”

The key slid home. The door opened, and Will had time for a cursory glance around the empty room.

His fingers itched to touch, to stroke her cheek, hold her hand.
But he didn’t, of course, he didn’t. He had proved himself a gentleman, and he didn’t want to outstay his welcome. Yet his feet stayed rooted to the ground. He wanted to stay with her, near her. Even though I shouldn’t. It would be so inappropriate.

“All right.” He finally kicked himself into doing the right thing, unfortunately it was the opposite of what he wanted.

What I want is just to stand here and drink her in: her delicate profile, still so wounded in the harsh light of the hotel room. To feel the softness of her hair and taste the salt of her tears.

“All right?” she asked.

“I should go. You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day for you.”

“Yes. It has.” She rubbed at her hair, a nervous gesture. “Thanks, Will. For… seeing me safely up here.” She lifted a hand and dropped it, then leaned up and kissed his cheek, very gently, her lips silk-soft against his skin.

He hoped she had left a lipstick-colored imprint. Something to remember her by.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He turned to go, but then, just couldn’t help adding, “So what are you doing tomorrow? You have a whole day to just mess around the city, right?”

Realization dawned. “Oh, I… I hadn’t thought about it, but yes I do.”

Silence circled around them. Finally, Will gathered up the wherewithal to ask, “Do you want me to show you about?”


Daniel I. Russell – Free Audio Book

One of my all-time favourite authors, Daniel I. Russell, has an audio book out if you’d like to go and have a listen. He writes horror, so if that’s your bag, baby, then head HERE.

I ‘met’ Daniel years ago on an online writing forum, and his enthusiasm and drive to pursue his writing career always astounded me. Back then, I didn’t have the confidence he has and couldn’t imagine being so focused. I always thought that out of all of us on that group, Daniel would be the one to hit the big time. I’ve loved all his novels and short stories. His imagination amazes me, and the plots he comes up with are unique, in my opinion. I still think, to this day, his name will be very well known in years to come. Like Stephen King well known.

So, head over to that link and have a good old listen. Daniel would be chuffed to bits! Thanks!


New Release! Lily Harlem

Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.

She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.

She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.


Karenna Colcroft Interview

Please welcome Karenna Colcroft to my blog home. Park your botties if you like reading about hotties…like Johnny Depp *swoon*…

Nat: Hi Karenna! Welcome! What do you like best about writing?

Karenna: Creating new realities. Getting to know my characters, and having them guide me through their stories. It’s like making new friends every time I write a new story, and I’m usually kind of sad when I finish a story, because that means I’m finished with those characters. Unless I’m fortunate enough to have a sequel to put them in.

Nat: It’s great when you can follow your characters through several books, isn’t it? Especially when you’ve become so attached from the beginning.

What sets you off on a new book? Do you need visuals or audio to spark a plot?

Karenna: I don’t really need any kind of a trigger. Just the knowledge that I have to write something. Sometimes a song or something I see on TV or in real life gives me a little seed of an idea, but sometimes it’s just a matter of “What am I going to write this time?” and then off I go. I even have times when I don’t know what I’m writing until the words appear on the computer monitor. Those times are pretty cool.

Nat: Yes, like a story that’s been hiding inside you without your knowledge and just takes that opportunity to come out. I hear you on that.

Do you write via keyboard or pen and paper? Or both?

Karenna: Most of the time I use my desktop computer. I’ve been writing for so long that I now type faster than I can write by hand. Sometimes, though, I use pen and paper if I’m out somewhere. For one of my novellas, I actually wrote a sex scene while sitting in a subway station in East Boston waiting for my train. Thank goodness no one peeked over my shoulder!

Nat: LOL! Can you imagine the red face if they did?

When writing, we’re interrupted by many things. Of course, this isn’t evident in the tale, but is there a funny moment in your real life that interrupted your writing, one that you’ll always remember when you read your book again, that you’d like to share with your readers? I like to think of my books as memory keepers in a way, where special events rest between the lines that no one but me can see. Do you have the same thing going on?

Karenna: Sometimes my special events end up in the story. Just read my novella Beginner’s Luck, from Pink Petal Books… Fortunately, my husband is a tolerant man, otherwise some of the sex between Kyla and Alec in that story might have upset him just a bit. Likewise, in my novel Eternal Love, which is coming from Pink Petal on July 8, some of the reassurances and comments Rhys makes are things my husband has said to me, or said to me while I was writing the book. Those are pretty special.

I don’t have very many memorable things happening in my life, though. I’m actually pretty boring.

Nat: If you could visit one place right now, where would you go and why?

Karenna: Only one place? But…but…there’s more than one I want to visit!

Nat: Oh, go on then! More than one.

Karenna: I’d love to go back to the cottage on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, where my husband and I spent our honeymoon a couple of months ago. That was such a quiet, peaceful place, and I got some good writing done there. I’d also love to visit Lunenburg, Nova Scotia (up in Canada), which is my mother’s hometown and a place I spent a week or two every year when I was growing up. I haven’t been there in almost eight years, though, and I really want to go back.

Nat: I hope you get your dream!

If you could have one thing that would make your writing life easier, what would it be and why?

Karenna: My own room! I have two kids, and my first husband was more demanding than either of them, so I’m pretty used to writing through distractions. But let me tell you…when I’m sitting here with my hubby bashing mobs in his online role-playing game on his computer behind me, with my eleven year old sitting at her computer (yes, we have a lot of computers here…) playing a dolphin game and giving us a play-by-play account of it, and my fourteen year old traipsing into the room every few minutes to cry about something mean her friend said or tell me something cute her boyfriend texted her…it kinda puts a cramp in writing sex scenes!

Nat: I know exactly what you mean!

Do you have any phobias? What are they, and why do you think you have them?

Karenna: I’m horribly afraid of heights. Well, not so much heights…I’m afraid of falling from heights! I’m not sure why that is. I’m also terrified of not being able to breathe, which allegedly is because I drowned in a past life.

Nat: Oh, how cool. Not that you drowned in a previous life, of course, but that you know you did. I find that sort of thing fascinating, although, if you’ve been regressed, I don’t think I’d be as brave as you and try it myself.

Do you have any obsessions? What are they, and why do you think you have them? Yes, I’m nosey…

Karenna: I’m obsessed with writing. Do I really need a reason? LOL

Nat: Nope! That’s a good enough answer without explanation.

If you could look like one star, who would it be?

Karenna: I’d kind of rather keep looking like myself; I’m pretty happy with me.

Nat: That’s great to be comfortable with yourself like that!

If you had the choice of going to a book signing with a star on your arm, who would it be and why?

Karenna: Johnny Depp…in full Captain Jack Sparrow regalia. Enough said. LOL

Nat: No, not enough said. I mean, this is Johnny we’re discussing here. How can there ever be enough said? Now, let’s see. He’s beautiful. Mysterious. Sexy. Did I already say beautiful? He’s charming, delightful, he’s…he’s…looking at us two, smile on his face, look, knowing we fancy the pants off him. Oh, what a rogue! What a devil!
Ahem, yes. Let the interview proceed. Please pardon my sojourn into my head for a minute there…

If you have children and/or you work full time, how do you find the time to write? (Johnny, Johnny, my love, I adore you… Sorry. I really am sorry, Karenna. Please do carry on.)

Karenna: I do have children. Two daughters, 14 and 11 (both with birthdays next month). Making things a bit more complicated, the eleven year old has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism, so some days she’s spot on and you’d never know she isn’t just like every other kid her age, and other days she has meltdowns, won’t stop babbling about one of her obsessions, or just plain acts like she hates everyone around her. I also work part-time.

But finding time for writing isn’t as difficult as it might sound. My job is only 12-15 hours a week, and I work for my father-in-law, so he’s very flexible about my hours. My husband’s entire family knows I write, and they’re all pretty proud of me, so if I tell my father-in-law I’m under a deadline he’ll let me go home early or even let me write in the office. (Though after last week, when my husband’s uncle looked over my shoulder to see me typing something about my heroine, er, sucking the hero’s best friend, I don’t know if I’ll be allowed to write down there anymore…)

Nat: ROFL!

Karenna: My kids are in school right now, which gives me writing time, and even during the summer they’ll be off with friends or visiting their step-grandmother across the street. They’re also having to spend a month this summer with their father, which will give me way too much time alone to write.

And I get up insanely early so I have at least an hour of uninterrupted, absolutely silent time before anyone else in the household gets up. On a typical day, I manage at least 3-4 hours of writing time, though that may be scattered into 15 minutes here, half an hour there.

Nat: Oh, you’ve got it made! So, add your own private writing room, and you’ll feel like a queen.

Fave genre, time period?

Karenna: Favorite genre…I’d have to say paranormal/urban fantasy. I love the idea that there’s stuff lurking around us that doesn’t fit the “normal” world. Though I have to admit I’m not so into vampires… I’ve read a few too many vampire stories, and since those seem to proliferate like the proverbial bunnies, a vamp story has to have something really unique or special to catch my attention.

That’s for reading, though. I’d love to write more urban fantasy, but for some reason most of the romance I write turns out to be plain old contemporary, though my novel Eternal Love is paranormal. Homicidal immortals. Very cool. LOL. Everything I write takes place in the present, because I wouldn’t even know where to start researching for something historical.

Nat: Sounds as groovy as, well, a groovy thing!

If you had one piece of advice for aspiring authors, what would it be?

Karenna: Write. Keep writing. Keep revising what you write, and learn from everything you do. No matter how much you learn about the craft, there’s always more to learn, so don’t expect to ever fully master it. Just enjoy trying. And don’t get too stressed about making your stuff perfect the second it comes out of your head onto the keyboard. You can always fix it later, but get it written first.

I think that’s more than one piece…

Nat: Yes, but jolly good advice, what? Sorry, that’s the Brit in me coming out.

Well…Johnny, stop that, would you? I’m trying to talk to Karenna, dear. Gosh, he’s a fiesty one… Once again, sorry about that. Karenna, it’s been wonderful having you here. I’ve had a great time. You’re a pleasure to chat with.

Darling readers, if you’re ready now for a spot of tea and scones with butter and jam, please partake of such delights while you sit and read an excerpt from Karenna Colcroft, a wonder of a woman!

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Beginner’s Luck by Karenna Colcroft

Desire filled his eyes. “Which means we have about three hours until you have to leave. So let’s spend a little quality time together now.” He pulled her to her feet. “Race you to the bedroom.”

“I’ll win,” she taunted.

“Of course you will, because I want to watch your cute butt going up the stairs in front of me.” He lightly swatted her ass. “So get going!”

She hurried ahead of him, but with his longer legs he caught up to her at the stairs. Hands on her hips, he half chased, half pushed her to the bedroom, both of them laughing the whole way. He made everything so much fun! She’d always been scared of letting go and losing control, and playfulness had just made her feel nauseated. But Alec was so unlike anyone she’d ever known, he’d changed her. With him, she dared to let go, and he’d brought out the playful side she’d never known she had.

Just inside the bedroom door, with a twinkle in his eye that belied his stern expression, he grabbed her and dragged her toward the bed. She squelched the brief fear that surged inside her, covering it with laughter. Like Alec would ever hurt her.

He hurt himself, though. As usual, he slammed his shin into the protruding footboard of the bed. “Damn it!” he yelped. “We’re buying another bed.”

“No point doing that if we might move,” Kyla said practically.

“I meant when we move.” Smiling, he abruptly shoved her down to the bed and imprisoned her with his arms. “Unless you have other ideas.”

“When we move?” she repeated, shocked. She must have missed that decision. Sure, they’d said things like “if we move in together, we should…,” but it had never been anything definite. Even though she desperately wanted it to be. After her marriage, she hadn’t thought she’d ever want to live with any man again, but in her heart she wanted a life with Alec. And his words sounded pretty definite.

“I want you and the kids to live with me.” His arms abandoned the cage they’d formed and wrapped around her as he lay on his side next to her. His eyes filled with the deep feelings she knew he had for her. “I love you, I love them, and I love being with you. It just doesn’t feel right when I head home and leave you behind.” He sounded uncertain as he added, “I thought we’d already decided we would move in together, but maybe I was wrong.”

Kyla’s heart soared. For weeks she’d wondered where their relationship stood, and now he had told her. He wanted a life together as much as she did. She’d never dreamed she would find love this strong.

He studied her, waiting for her response, and she hastened to reassure him. “Maybe I’m just too literal. Maybe I expected you to come out and formally ask me.”

“Which I just did,” he pointed out.

“Yes.”

He blinked, confused. “Yes I just asked, or yes you’ll move in with me?”

“Yes, I’ll move in with you!” To show how much she meant it, she brought her mouth to his in a hard, tongue-filled kiss. “As soon as I talk the girls into it,” she added slowly when they parted.

“Good luck with that,” Alec joked. “They aren’t going to want to live with me.”

“Bullshit,” Kyla said firmly. “They adore you. They just won’t want to move again.”

“Yeah, well, I know how much their father moved you guys around,” Alec said. His face twisted like he’d smelled something horrible, the way it often did when he mentioned Kyla’s ex. Then he smiled. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk about it. It’s not like it’s going to happen tomorrow.” With a lascivious look in his eyes, he moved onto her. “Right now I think we have something to do before you go pick up those girls.”

“And what would that be?” Kyla said innocently.

“Where do you hide your toys?” He pressed against her so she couldn’t mistake his arousal.


Faith in Human Nature Restored – Both Ways

Just a short one, but I wanted to tell you about what happened this morning. While in the long queue at the checkout in the frozen food store, I stood and took the time to have a think about my latest book. A queue formed behind me, and I turned to see an old guy with only a few items in his basket. Me? I had a trolley full. So, as I always do if this happens, I let the guy with the basket go in front of me to save him waiting so long. Anyway, he thanked me, called me a star, and then said, “Tell me that shopping of yours isn’t just for a week!”

So I said, “Yes it is, and I have to get some more in other shops. I have kids to feed!”

After a few minutes, with the queue ahead going down very slowly (only two cashiers on in a majorly busy shop), I saw two other blokes behind me, each holding milk cartons. So I let them go ahead of me, behind Basket Man.

So I’m minding my own business, thinking of vampires and whatnot (LOL if anyone could have read my mind), and it was Basket Man’s turn to pay. Once he’d paid for his shopping, he held up a goody bag of Haribo and said, “I bought these for your kids, okay? You’ve restored my faith in human nature, you have!”

I said, as I always do, “Oh, bless you!” because I didn’t quite know what else to say. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’d restored my faith too, by doing what he did. I mean, me letting him in the queue cost him the £1 for those bloody sweets!

Wasn’t he nice, though? I can’t get over it.

 


Monday Mumbles

I had a brilliant, productive weekend. Isn’t it great when things work out the way you planned? Saturday I finally managed my scene in the co-author book with Jaime Samms. We’re at around 41K, and the finale and epilogue are Jaime’s babies. It’s been a great experience working with Jaime. I’ve said it before, but we bounce off one another and have the same ideas as to where the story is going. Jaime writes her parts in 1st person—love it!—and her character, Paul, is one half of an abusive relationship. I love the way Paul develops as the story unfolds. Although his vulnerability is always there, he gets stronger and accepts he’s worth more than being treated like dog turd. My character, Carl, is an absolute beast. A murdering, controlling beast. But at the same time I hope I’ve shown the other side to him where readers may well pity the guy, despite him being awful. The tale is called Fight—a duel-edged title, which will become clear when the book is read.

After writing my scene, I critted a novel for my friend. The time breezed by, and I finished it Saturday night, which left me all day yesterday to write some more of my latest book involving two vamps. Well, there are more in there, but the focus is obviously on my hero and heroine. It’s been fun to write so far with no stumbles along the way.

Today I’m visiting a friend’s house then coming back to read. I need a day off from writing, so rather than do all the mundane things I should be doing, like cleaning and ironing, I’m going to sit down and enjoy someone else’s manuscript. On the print book front, I’m reading my squidgy pal’s novel, Master of None by Sonya Bateman, signed by her with heart-warming words. I’ve known Sonya for years and read the book as a manuscript, but reading it as a hold-in-your-hand book is so cool it isn’t funny. I keep smiling while reading, so happy that Sonya’s hard work has paid off. She deserves it!

So, that’s about it from me today. Tomorrow is the dreaded grocery shopping and a bit of writing, but I have permission to repost an article that featured in the latest AWH magazine. I’m interested in what your thoughts will be on it.

Well, I’m off. The day proper must begin. Have a good one, folks!


Tory Richards Interview

A little about Tory Richards…

Tory is a multi-published, best-selling author who lives in Florida with her soul mate and three crazy cats. She likes to travel, preferably by cruise ship, and doesn’t like to fly but will if she has to. She collects antiques and art, loves chocolate (who doesn’t?) and good coffee.

Tory has wanted to be a writer since she was a kid, but life got in the way of her dreams. A few years ago, with the support and encouragement of her family, she decided to get serious. Her romances are laced with humor and filled with suspense and sizzling sex.

Talk Dirty to Me is Tory’s first erotic romance with Ellora’s Cave and she vows it won’t be the last!

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Please welcome Tory Richards to my humble online blog home! Tory Richards, come on doooooown!

Nat: Hiya! Lovely to have you here. I’ll dive straight in and get on with the questions.

What do you like best about writing?

Tory: While I enjoy the characters and places I create I have to say the finished product. The editing is done, the book cover has been designed, and it’s release day! Nothing sweeter.

Nat: I know what you mean! Getting covers is my favourite part.

What sets you off on a new book? Do you need visuals or audio to spark a plot?

Tory: Anything can set me off. Sometimes a thought will just pop into my head, and blossom into a story. Other times I might be watching a show on TV and something in it will spark an idea. Something someone tells me might give me an idea.

Nat: Same here.

Do you write via keyboard or pen and paper? Or both?

Tory: LOL…I started out with pen and paper around the age of ten, then graduated to a manual typewriter at thirteen. Since getting my first computer a few short years ago there’s nothing better.

Nat: Gosh, I remember my first typewriter. Noisy old thing.

When writing, we’re interrupted by many things. Of course, this isn’t evident in the tale, but is there a funny moment in your real life that interrupted your writing, one that you’ll always remember when you read your book again, that you’d like to share with your readers? I like to think of my books as memory keepers in a way, where special events rest between the lines that no one but me can see. Do you have the same thing going on?

Tory: None comes to mind right now.

Nat: Maybe I’m just strange then LOL.

If you could visit one place right now, where would you go and why?

Tory: Ireland. I’ve actually planned a trip there twice but had to cancel both times. I’ll make it some day, though. I like to travel and there’s something about Ireland, the castles and history of the place, that seems romantic.

Nat: Ooh, I have friends who live there.

If you could have one thing that would make your writing life easier, what would it be and why?

Tory: More time in the day. As it stands right now I work full time, so I only have a couple hours in the evening and weekends to write.

Nat: I’m with you on time. I’d like another 6 hours.

Do you have any phobias? What are they, and why do you think you have them?

Tory: Gosh, don’t we all have phobias? LOL I’m a germaphobic, or so I’ve been told. Have no idea why.

Nat: I have too many phobias to mention, so I won’t!

Do you have any obsessions? What are they, and why do you think you have them?

Tory: Actually, nothing comes to mind right now.

Nat: If you could look like one star, who would it be?

Tory: Raquel Welsh, I think she’s absolutely beautiful and ageless.

Nat: Oh, I agree. I love her eyes.

If you had the choice of going to a book signing with a star on your arm, who would it be and why?

Tory: Hmmm…let me think about that one for a while.

Nat: LOL! Too many to pick from, hmm?

If you have children and/or you work full time, how do you find the time to write?

Tory: Writing is just a hobby for me so I don’t stress if I don’t have time for it. My family comes first.

Nat: Fave genre, time period?

Tory: The present. If I wrote in another period I’d have to do research, and I hate homework. 🙂

Nat: LOL! If you had one piece of advice for aspiring authors, what would it be?

Tory: Don’t give up, believe in yourself and someone else will, too.

Nat: Ooh! I like that last line. I hadn’t thought of it like that. Well, it was lovely having you here, Tory. Thank you so much for dropping by!

If you beautiful readers would like to find more information on Tory, you can visit the links at the end of this post, but for now, sit back, relax, and enjoy an excerpt from Tory’s latest book, Talk Dirty To Me. Oh my!

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By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: TALK DIRTY TO ME

Copyright © TORY RICHARDS, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Lilly collapsed against him. God, it was just like old times. And she’d made it so easy for him. Damn it! She wasn’t going to let him break her heart again! But she wasn’t going to dwell over what she couldn’t change either, and besides, she’d thoroughly enjoyed their quickie.

As they straightened their clothes and prepared to leave, he asked, “So, what’s the plan?”

“I take you home with me. You can use Ross’ room until he comes home tomorrow. I hope you like pizza and wine because that’s what I intend to have for dinner.” Hopefully there was an extra bottle of wine stashed in the fridge.

“All I want for now is a shower, a bed, and some more of you.”

Now was a good time to lay down the law. She had let her desire get the best of her once but that had been temporary insanity. She took a deep breath. “Speaking of bed, you’ll be in it alone, Blake. There’ll be no more kissing or touching or anything else between us while you’re here.”

He chuckled. “You weren’t complaining a minute ago.”

She was still flushed from their mutual satisfaction. “I mean it, Blake. You can’t continue to come back into my life every few months or a year, turn it upside down and then just leave again. I didn’t want to pick you up, I didn’t want to see you again, and I have a boyfriend.” She was amazed at how easily the lies slipped from her lips. Almost as easily as her mouth had devoured his cock a moment ago.

“Relax, baby, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Lilly had her doubts. She’d never been able to resist him. Blake had the moves and he’d never been afraid to put them on her before. Even a glance could turn her knees to jelly. And she was weak where he was concerned. He knew that, she was sure.

She focused on the road the rest of the way home, and tried not to imagine a naked, sexy Blake in her shower.

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Email: tory.richards@yahoo.com

Website: http://www.toryrichards.com


That Darn TV! For Those Addicted…

 

Those who have read the AWH magazine know I wrote a feature every month called That Darn TV! I stopped watching TV years ago, but lately I’ve been lured back to ‘the box’ by a few programmes that I got hooked on. It started when Hubby bought the first season of Heroes, and I was held spellbound by all the seasons until the last one where my interest waned and I didn’t bother watching the last few. The light went out of it for me. Besides, by that time the latest season came along I’d watched other shows…

Next came Prison Break. I wasn’t interested the first time around, although the rest of the family watched it weekly. Hubby bought the seasons on DVD, and so I thought I’d give it a chance. Season one didn’t grip me as much as the others, and I’ll admit the season featuring Sona was a little lame for my tastes, but all in all I did like the series.

Then came Deadwood. I really wanted to like it because of the historical bent, and I wasn’t disappointed. I only wished it had more seasons. I still think about the characters, and it helped that Seth was beautiful to look at.

Dexter next, by far the best for me, because I love anything about serial killers, albeit Dexter wasn’t your usual kind. We scoffed all the available seasons one after the other, and while we wait for the next one we decided to try 24.

Now, I was worried about watching this one because Kiefer Sutherland gives me the damn creeps. I remember him from The Lost Boys and since then I’ve avoided anything with him in it. I think it may be his hamster cheeks that put me off. Anyway, him aside, I got hooked on 24. What I will say is that we quickly guessed what would happen next in the three series we’ve watched. After the first one we’d got a handle on the writers’ minds. So, predictable plots aside, I did enjoy it. We have lots more seasons to watch, but after three back to back I kind of felt all 24’d out. It’s the non-stop action that wore me to a frazzle, so we took a break and started Lost.

We’d heard a lot about it, and the idea of people stranded on a desert island didn’t appeal. But how could we ignore the hype? We’d at least give it a try. I loved it right from the start, though it took Hubby until episode three to warm up to it. The thing is, and this is most unusual for us when we start watching these things, we haven’t watched any of it for a few nights. It’s a ‘take it or leave it’ show, in my opinion, where I’m quite happy to have a break in between, and I’m guessing it will be easy to pick up on it when we do finally start watching again. I like the idea of the weirdness going on in the forest—and people have assured me it gets weirder—but the pace isn’t fast enough—well, compared to 24 the pace is snail-like—and I find myself thinking about sneaking off and abandoning Lost to watch another season of 24.

What I’ve liked about all these shows is that there’s always someone to love and someone to hate. Hubby and I varied in who we liked and disliked, but sometimes we hated on the same characters. In heroes, we discussed how clever the writers were—yeah, we’re geeks like that—in that they make you hate Sylar then swing it around so you’re rooting for the yummy devil. Um, yeah, he was one of my faves to look at. And imagine my delight to find Sylar—well, not Sylar, but you know what I mean—appears in 24. Actually, we spotted a few characters from one show star in another, but the weirdest spot was in Deadwood. Now, I haven’t looked this up to make sure it is the same guy, but I swear they used the same actor for two different people. I can’t remember the character names, but there was a guy who played the dude who killed the old poker player, Wild Bill Something-or-other. Later, the killer guy played the bloke who killed the prostitutes. Did that confuse you? It did me. It would help if I remembered their names, but oh well. Those who have watched Deadwood might know who I mean.

So, I wonder which shows we’ll pick next. Friends have suggested True Blood. I haven’t read the books, and maybe I won’t because after watching Dexter I read the book, and for once I was disappointed with the book not the show. The show was heaps better, in my opinion. I didn’t get the sense of nonchalance from the book that the show portrays with regards to Dexter. The almost funny way he acts, as though killing really isn’t a problem or something one shouldn’t do.

Which show do you recommend?


New Cave Release ~ Nikki Soarde

Kat Mulligan, a tiny woman with a big personality and bigger heart, built a business and life for herself and her handicapped brother. Her focus is on the positive—and the future. The past can stay buried.

Until her estranged father suddenly reappears. She tries ignoring him, and the pain he brings with him. However, she can’t ignore his proposition—head to the Australian wilderness in search of a treasure that could change her life.

Dane Calder, her handsome would-be guide, is too irresistible for her own good and the two of them connect explosively. Kat decides to go on the search, but to keep her focused on her goal and not on her rugged guide, she insists her best friend Chay accompany them. The gay man is the perfect chaperone. Or is he?

Dane’s desire for Kat is obvious, but his feelings for her athletic, boy-next-door friend come as a surprise—to all three. None of the adventurers are prepared for the secret loves and desires unleashed beneath the azure skies of the Kakadu.


Happy Release Day Nikki Soarde!

Kat Mulligan, a tiny woman with a big personality and bigger heart, built a business and life for herself and her handicapped brother. Her focus is on the positive—and the future. The past can stay buried.

Until her estranged father suddenly reappears. She tries ignoring him, and the pain he brings with him. However, she can’t ignore his proposition—head to the Australian wilderness in search of a treasure that could change her life.

Dane Calder, her handsome would-be guide, is too irresistible for her own good and the two of them connect explosively. Kat decides to go on the search, but to keep her focused on her goal and not on her rugged guide, she insists her best friend Chay accompany them. The gay man is the perfect chaperone. Or is he?

Dane’s desire for Kat is obvious, but his feelings for her athletic, boy-next-door friend come as a surprise—to all three. None of the adventurers are prepared for the secret loves and desires unleashed beneath the azure skies of the Kakadu.


Glimmer. OUT NOW!

Lee and Ryan, eighteen-year-old men, admit the love they have shared since childhood is more than just friendship.

Blurb:

Lee still lives at home with his domineering mother, who makes it quite clear she’s anti-gay. Since Lee’s father left the marital home, Lee’s mother has punished him physically and mentally, ensuring he keeps his love for Ryan secret. One night, when Lee’s mother goes out, the two young men explore one another in Lee’s room.

After an explosive revelation, Lee leaves home, the need to sift through his past and come to terms with who he is paramount. Someone makes it clear Lee must never come back to town, frightening Lee into agreement. The only problem is, he’ll be leaving Ryan behind…

Excerpt (readers 18 years and above only):

The house stands as though abandoned when we get back, the lights out, the curtains shut tight. I slide my key into the lock and motion for Ryan to stay outside for a minute. It wouldn’t surprise me if she sat inside in the dark, waiting to see if I brought Ryan indoors. She’s done it before, but luckily Ryan heard her voice and retreated out the door, closing it quietly so she wouldn’t realise we’d been about to sneak up to my room. Only to shoot the shit, play on my Play Station, nothing untoward, but still, Mum would have suspected otherwise.

Seeing the house is clear, I call Ryan inside and, as he closes the front door, I go into the kitchen and put the washing-up liquid in the cupboard beneath the sink. I take a bottle of Coke out of the fridge—bought it earlier this morning when I got Mum’s paper from the shop—and collect two glasses from the cupboard over the cooker. Back in the hallway, I smile at Ryan, even though he can’t see it in the dark, and walk upstairs, pleased to hear his footsteps as he follows.

Wary, I push the door to my room open, expecting to find Mum sitting on my bed. I flick the light switch and blush at the state of my room, shown in all its cluttered, untidy glory under the harsh illumination of the bare ceiling bulb.

“Uh, excuse the mess,” I mutter, stepping forward to scoop up a pile of dirty clothes and shoving them into the laundry bin. I hadn’t anticipated Ryan coming in tonight; otherwise I’d have cleaned up a bit. He’s only ever seen it presentable.

“No probs,” he says, flinging himself on the bed, unfazed. He grabs the Play Station control and nods at the TV. “Boot it up, then.”

I do then take off my jacket and flop on the bed beside him, reaching to my bookshelf to get the other control. The game starts, and we spend the next hour or so battling it out, Ryan winning every time, as usual. After the best out of five, I drop the control down the side of the bed, and it clonks as it hits the floor. I lie on my back, head against the pillow, and stare at the ceiling. Ryan is close, too close, yet not close enough. His body heat warms my bare arm, and I wonder what it would be like to press my skin to his, feeling it fully, properly.

“You ever thought about leaving here?” he asks, leaning over me to put the controller on the bookshelf.

His belly touches my side, and my stomach flips over. My cock twitches, and I will it not to harden, exposing how I feel for him when he might not appreciate my erection. If he isn’t gay, if I’ve misinterpreted…shit, I’d hate to lose our friendship.

“Um, many times.” I casually lay my hands over my crotch and hope he hasn’t spotted my burgeoning cock. Shit!

“So what’s stopping you?” He moves away, settling next to me, resting on his side, face propped in his hand, elbow digging into the mattress.

“Money. Guts.” I swallow, pushing away images of what could have happened just then if I’d lifted my hand and twined my fingers in his hair. If I’d trailed my hand down his cheek, his chest, and to his groin…

“You could get a bedsit and afford it on your wages. If you did extra shifts at the pizza place you’d manage. As for having guts…one day she’ll piss you right off, and you’ll walk, no problem.”

“I s’pose. I want to get out. Get out of this town, too, if I’m honest.”

Ryan sits up, his fingers curling around my wrist. “Really?”

I stare at his hand, the contact searing, fucking great, and he releases his grip, retaking his former position. I will him to put his hand back so I can feel that rush again, but he doesn’t.

 


EC Novella Acceptance!

After a week of me feeling very down and out of sorts, my angel editor at EC has taken it all away by giving me an acceptance on my latest novella. I’m so happy I could squeal and dance. What a difference a day makes, eh? I’d love to tell you more about the book but that would possibly give me away, so just know it’s a hot little number that I thoroughly enjoyed writing due to the love element between the heroine and hero. I like showing how two people are meant to be together and that despite inner worries, they find out the other is of like mind. This tale displays that clearly, and together the couple discover not only each other but also fulfill private fantasies they’ve so far never indulged in.

I’m away to finish Burning today with a happy heart and that weird surreal feeling I always get when I get an acceptance at EC. It’s like I need to pinch myself and ask if it’s really happening, like it can’t be happening to me because it just can’t. Because I’m me, and things like this don’t happen to me, even though they have.

I’m as happy as a pig in shit!

Have a groovy day, everyone!


Writing, A Day Off & A Couple of Covers

Thursday is usually my day off because my daughter, Nat, comes to visit. Unless I’ve got too much to do, steeped in a book, I take this day to forget about writing-based stuff and just be me. The problem is, my body and mind usually give up on me when I slow down or rest, and Thursdays see me dog tired by about three o’clock.

Anyway, I’ve been writing this week and gave myself two days to finish Burning. Unfortunately, as is usually the way with me, the book will be longer than my estimate. I’m a pantser, and my books usually evolve as I write them. The book took a different direction to my original intention, which will add another 6K to the book. No matter. So long as I know where I’m going with it, whatever word count I end up with is by the by. It just means another couple of days writing it, that’s all.

After Blinding I want to write my part in the book I’m co-authoring with Jaime Samms then it’s back into my latest EC book. Once those are done, I can start Inferno, the 3rd book in the Blinded series. It’s all go, but I’m happy with that at the moment. I have my to-do list under control and don’t feel so overwhelmed with everything on it.

I’ve been so busy this week I haven’t been walking with the girls at night. By the time seven o’clock rolls around when we usually set off, I’m shattered. My mind is drained, and the last thing I feel like doing is giving my body a battering too. But I’ll be back to walking Monday next week, because I’m determined to have Burning and my co-author scene off my list.

I’ve created a couple of covers for LYD authors. I enjoyed making them. I love doing cover art. When I go into Photoshop, I concentrate so hard on what I’m doing that everything else fades away. Here they are:

 

Hmm. That’s about it from me as Sarah Masters/Emmy. The other me, whoa, she’s having a ball with EC. One book out, another due in July, edits coming soon on a novel and a totally groovy review has given me hope that I’m onto a good thing with her. She’s been well received in various places so far, which is lovely because I did worry, using another pen name, what it would be like being a ‘new’ author again. It’s been great. Better than the first time around. I’m comfortable with her voice in her books—bonus!

Well, I’m off for a day of talking to Nat and pottering about the kitchen tidying up. I do plan to write about my ‘24’ and Lost addiction at some point, so if you’re also a fan, it would be good to read your take on the programmes. TTFN!


Happy Release Day, Jambrea Jo Jones!

Attorney Becca Scott doesn’t have time for a relationship. She’s worked hard to prove herself to the old boys’ club and now it’s her time to shine. She certainly doesn’t have time for the tempting Samson Roust. He’s totally lickable, but sex with the boss is never a good idea—unless you draw up a contract to protect yourself. At least, it seems like a great idea to Becca.

Samson, however, knows his passion can’t be contained by a silly document. He lures Becca to his house for a meeting and the case of Scott vs. Roust gets some much-needed deep probing of the sexual kind.

Now Becca must decide if she should close the case on love…or engage Samson in more intense negotiations.


Jambrea Jones – New Cave Release!

Attorney Becca Scott doesn’t have time for a relationship. She’s worked hard to prove herself to the old boys’ club and now it’s her time to shine. She certainly doesn’t have time for the tempting Samson Roust. He’s totally lickable, but sex with the boss is never a good idea—unless you draw up a contract to protect yourself. At least, it seems like a great idea to Becca.

Samson, however, knows his passion can’t be contained by a silly document. He lures Becca to his house for a meeting and the case of Scott vs. Roust gets some much-needed deep probing of the sexual kind.

Now Becca must decide if she should close the case on love…or engage Samson in more intense negotiations.

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An Excerpt From: APPEALING PROPOSAL

Copyright © JAMBREA JO JONES, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

With minutes to spare, I entered Conference Room B. Samson sat at the table going over some papers in front of him. He looked so handsome sitting there I wanted to ruffle him. Why did it take so long for me to see him as a man? Me and my stupid competitive nature, damn it. Well I was ready now and I liked what I saw.

He glanced up, catching me staring and I tried not to blush.

“You ready, Becca?”

I liked the way my name rolled off his tongue. His tongue. Oh great, now my mind was going back in the gutter and we really did have work to get done tonight.

“Becca?”

“Wha—oh, yes?”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. I have my notes here for you to go through.”

“That would be great. You up for doing the closing arguments? You’ve done most of the legwork.”

I walked to where he sat and handed him my notes. “Yes, I’m up for it. Is there anything you would change? I think I’ve covered everything. How far do you think we are from closing?”

“I would guess one more day of testimony, another in cross-examination, and then closing. The earliest will be next week.”

“Okay, that gives me a little more time to prepare and fine-tune. Are there any questions we should be prepared for that I haven’t thought of?”

“I think most of it is pretty standard unless the defendant throws us for a loop. He’s last up on the stand. As long as he doesn’t crack under cross-examination we’ll be good.”

“It looks like we have everything under control, so why did you book the conference room?”

I was still standing beside him. He shifted his chair back to pull me into his lap.

“I knew the building would be clear tonight so I could get you alone.”

“Um… Ahh.” I bit my lip. This wasn’t going the way I expected it to. He was taking away my control over the situation. I didn’t know if I liked that or not. I liked to be in charge and I still had to lay out the rules.

“Rebecca Scott, have I rendered you speechless? I’d better mark my calendar.”

I jumped off his lap and backed away. No way, not like this. I had a plan. He couldn’t just take over. I was in charge.

“Not speechless, I’m just thinking. There’s something you should see before we continue. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer as I rushed out the door to my office. The contract, where did I leave the damn thing? It was nowhere near finished, but I wanted to have a little control. I searched in the papers on my desk, grabbed it and raced back. I stopped at the door and took a deep breath, getting myself together. I wanted to have the power. Or maybe I needed to have it, along with the rules. They were my safety net.

When I entered the room again I made sure to shut and lock the door. Just in case. You never knew with lawyers. They came and went at all times around the office. He still sat in the same spot. Good, my neuroses hadn’t scared him off—yet. Maybe there was hope for us.

“Where did you go?”

“I left something in my office. Something for us. Here.”

I handed him the contract and sat down in the chair next to him. He looked down at the papers and then back at me. He peered into my eyes for a second and I released a breath at the lust I saw there. When he looked back at the contract and started to read the connection broke, giving me time to get myself under control.

A couple minutes went by and he didn’t say anything. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I started to chew my thumbnail. A bad habit, but I couldn’t seem to break it.

“What is this?” He waved the papers at me.

“What do you mean, what is it? It’s a contract.” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. What if he didn’t want sex? Wait, now I was being silly. I saw how he looked at me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Shit, this could go bad, quickly.

“Why would you write up a contract for sex?” He seemed perplexed.

“Because we work together and technically you’re my boss. We need to establish rules.”

“Maybe, but a contract? Are you serious?”

I started to chew on my nail again. He had a funny look on his face.

“Yes. I-I am. I’m a firm believer in rules.”

“I am too, but does this…” He leaned into me, but he didn’t go for my lips like I expected him to. He went for my neck. I never knew how sensitive that spot was until he licked me. “Call for rules?”

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

He didn’t stop with a lick, he started to nibble and bite. I loved it. Then he stopped.

“Should I continue, Becca?”

How could he even ask me this question?


I Look Like Perry & Have Weird Dreams

I’m feeling Mondayish. Little One had an extra day off yesterday due to teacher training, so today, after their week off on half term, felt like the start of the week. Rushing around, getting used to being up early again, bleary eyes. And to make it worse, it’s pissing down. Meant to piss down all week. That’s nice! So I envision our nightly walks as us getting drenched. But…aha! I have my umbrella. Yeah, I could act hard as nails and walk without it, but hey, I’m not gonna. Last time I did so, wearing Hubby’s weatherproof jacket, I came home only to be told by Middle Son that I looked like the person in the picture here, the one with dark hair. A massive boost to the old ego, right? Yeah, right…

Anyway, I went grocery shopping today and on the way back had a think about a book I’ve messed up on. I started it all wrong. Telling the reader what had happened instead of writing it as it happens. And telling is the right word. Appalling! Naughty me. So I’m going to start again, using what I have in parts but revamping. Let’s hope I get it done, because I need to finish this one. What with the weather being like it is, I’m hardly likely to be doing anything else but writing.

Hmm. I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I usually have them when I’m worried or stressed, but I’m not particularly either at the moment. The to-do list has shrunk, I have everything in order, so I can only assume my mind is wandering as I sleep because I haven’t had the writing outlet the past few days. In one dream there were spiders. Big buggers crawling on the floor in my house. I asked each one of my kids to ‘Get the spider for Mummy’ but they walked past me as though I hadn’t spoken. One of those lucid dreams where you’re there but not. I was invisible. No one got the spiders for Mummy, and I looked down at them—I had bare feet—and told myself that there are some things I must do for myself. I know what it’s about with regards to my waking life, but the dream just reinforced it.

I had another weird dream last night, but buggered if I can remember it now. Just know I woke thinking: WTF was that all about? Weird.

Well, I’m off to put the groceries away, make a cuppa, then try and fix this book. Hope you have a great day, folks!


Explaining Myself, Being Used & a Little Angst

Rant ahead. A big fat dollop of WHINGE.

There are a couple of things I want to get off my rather small chest—God, I’ve always wished I had bigger boobs—and then it’s off to the writing cave for me.

Firstly, I’d like to explain a bit about myself and why I no longer chat on groups or via email. I gave myself a goal on New Year’s Eve, and come hell or high water I’m going to achieve it. I told myself to give a big push to my writing career this year, and then if it didn’t work out or get any better, I’d bugger off and do something else with my life. One year to write, to concentrate solely on what I wanted for a change. I rarely speak to anyone these days. Recently I joined a group of like-minded authors but saw that those sparkly emails were veering me off course, so I’ve decided to step away and go back to doing what I’m meant to be doing—writing.

I do get emails and I do respond eventually, though unfortunately they arrive at a time when I’m very busy and I can only manage the barest of replies. I know if I write full-blown responses I would spend all day nattering to my pals, so I say what I have to say then go back into my cave. I’ve heard a few things this year, things said about me, things that aren’t me at all. I could have retaliated, spoken up about it, but if people choose to believe those things then they didn’t know me in the first place. I’ve turned snobby since getting with EC, apparently, but that isn’t the case. I started this cocoon-myself gig a little while before I got into EC; it’s just unfortunate it looks the way it does. I’m selfish in not giving more of myself, explaining what I’m doing and why. Making my decisions without consulting others. Not giving people the ins and outs of the cat’s arsehole. Righty ho. Funny, but I thought this was my life. Christ, who knew I had to consult with others first before doing anything?

I can’t allow these types of things to affect me because I know I’m still the same person, I know why I’m doing what I’m doing, and I explained to close friends what was going to happen. Most have been understanding, leaving me be to write and get through this year, and I really appreciate their support in that. Just because you’re friends, doesn’t mean you have to stay in touch 24/7. I have a pal I haven’t seen for years. She emails maybe once a year, and we pick up right where we left off, no hard feelings. Life gets in the way, life sends us in different directions, but it doesn’t mean we don’t think about one another during the wordless times.

What I’m trying to say is that although some people might find my silence odd, mean, rude, whatever, there is a driving force inside me to do something with my life other than waking up, getting the kids to school, moaning about my existence and pottering about the house until a family member arrives home. I have ambition, a hard-driving, cruel ambition at the moment, but it doesn’t make me a bad person, a different person to who I was, it’s just another side of me coming out, something I’ve always been afraid to embrace due to fear of failure or being told I’ll never make much of myself. If people are offended by the ‘new’ me, that’s a shame, but the driving force is my kids. Without letting too much of my personal life out, let’s just say I want to give them special memories. Yes, at the moment Mum sits at the computer, has done for several years and isn’t giving any special memories at all, and like my middle son said the other weekend: I can’t believe you just sit there all day and write. Doesn’t it get boring?

Well, I’m sitting here all day writing to make a better life for us. You don’t get something for nothing, and if hard work is what it takes, if going silent is what it takes, then I’m going to do it. Family comes first, and if that isn’t understood or liked, that’s just a little tough. No one else is living our life, no one else understands what a difference I could make, because they are not in our shoes. Instead of griping about things like I have in the past, I’m doing something about it, and if it doesn’t work, then I know I tried.

The second thing bugging me is being taken the piss out of in most aspects of my life. People just expect me to do things because it’s me, I’ve always done it, always been there. Good old Em, she’ll do it. I’m a kind-hearted person—those who don’t know me well, and those reading this post and seeing the angst could possibly disagree, but shit, even the nicest people have to let off steam every so often. I help out a lot of people. I don’t tell everyone, I don’t shout about what I do because I do these things behind the scenes. If I work for someone I work my arse off. If I tell someone I’ll crit their book, I crit it. If I say I’ll make someone a cover or website, I make it. If I leave a company I work my notice. If I sign a contract stating that if I give and work a month’s notice I’ll be paid, I expect to be paid. It’s just a damn shame the employer has disregarded that contract now I’m of no use to her. That’s how I feel. I’m of no use, have been used, and d’you know what? I’m sick to death of it. When I edited numerous books and created over 75 book covers, I expect to be paid my royalties. From now on, no more Mrs Nice Girl in that regard. No more allowing myself to have people walk all over me. If I don’t want to do something, I won’t. I feel suffocated by responsibilities that aren’t mine. People wanting a piece of me when I have my own shit to deal with. Pushed to do something because it’s expected or no one else will do it. If I offer to do something, though, that’s entirely different, but if I’m asked outright to do this or that and I can’t or just plain don’t want to, I won’t now. I’ve said this before, but this time I mean it. I’m done.

The bottom line is, this is my life. I am doing what I have to in order to survive. If people don’t understand that, that’s just tough. I will not deviate from the course I set myself, and if it means losing friends and acquaintances, then so be it. It will just serve to show me that I don’t have the kind of friendship with some folks where you can go months without talking then pick it up again later. If I’ve explained already what I’m doing and why, I don’t feel the need to keep explaining.

My kids are my priority.

With all that said, I’ll keep blogging when I have time—if any bugger wants to read my posts now after this pissy rant—and I will pop onto Facebook when I have time, but for the most part I’m silent. Off to try my hand at giving my family the life they deserve.


Glimmer – June 11th

It’s been a busy few weeks for me. I’m just now starting to get a handle on all the irons in my fire and sorting everything into priority order and getting on with them. I have a couple of books that I really must finish fast, then I can slow down a bit and take my time a little more. Glimmer will be released June 11th, the first tale of the Blinded spin-off series, and I hope to complete Burning, the 2nd tale, by next week. I have had some EC work I’ve been writing since I wrote Glimmer, two tales that refused to let me go, and with one still to finish I can then get to Burning. I’ve found switching between m/m and het keeps my interest alive, and when one genre calls the other has to sit and wait for a little while. At the moment I’m on a het burst!

Once the second het is complete I’ll be starting on June’s issue of the AWH magazine, my last one as editor. I can no longer keep going with it as I had hoped. What started as a two-day venture turned into around seven, and with everything else I’m doing I can’t spend that much time on the magazine. It was fun, sometimes frustrating, to work on, but I’m sensible enough to know when to put something aside for the good of everything else on my to-do list. Hopefully the magazine won’t die—maybe someone with editorial experience and the time will come along and take it over.

I’m looking forward to going back to writing one book at a time too. I currently have three manuscripts started, one I can write when my attention wavers from whatever else I’m working on, but usually I only have one book on the go at a time. My mind hasn’t been able to settle on one book recently, and while the word count mounts up, it’s spread over the three books and none of them are getting finished as fast as I would like. So, nose to the grindstone for me. Finish them!

Here’s hoping your writing projects are going well!


Flow or Stall?

When a book almost writes itself, for an author it could be said there’s nothing better. The words flow, the plot falls into place and the word count grows quickly. It’s sad, too, when books like that come to an end. There’s never any guarantee the next book will spill onto the page like the previous. Those books that are pulling-teeth painful to write could be books I shouldn’t even be writing. If I’m finding it tough, why do I continue with that book? Because I hate wasted words. I hate admitting the book isn’t calling to me as I think it should, so I write it anyway. It doesn’t mean I’ll ever submit it for publication, but I’ll finish it all the same. Sometimes I start over, which is what I’ll be doing with a book I’ve left half written. The beginning is an information dump, something I try very hard not to do, but at first I couldn’t work out what was wrong with it. I just didn’t have the urge to write more of it and was too close to it to see the light. Now, since taking a break and looking at it objectively, I saw the information dump and realised that rather than having my words wasted, I just need to rearrange them and write things in between to thin out the feel of giving my readers a list.

Lightbulb moments are great.

The thing is, I’m so into the flowing book that I’m afraid if I switch to the info dump book I’ll lose the urge to finish the one that is shouting to be written. So the flowing book wins until it’s completed, and then I’ll return to the other book and fix the mess I made. Hopefully. If not, I have a cozy home for it in a file on my computer.
So far I have no title for the flowing book. Sometimes I start with the title and work from there, but other times I find a title crops up as I’m writing. One line appears in the book and the title is born. I have yet to have a book where a title totally eludes me, but hey, there’s a first time for everything!
So, off I go back into my world where a kidnap has occurred and a rescue is about to take place. Oh, the joys of putting my mind films on the page. I really do love my job!

(Lightbulb image from http://www.faqshop.com)