Where there are delays, there are big delays and small delays.
Today *sigh* its just a delay since 8pm last night.
I'm writing this from the hospital as the doctor determines if her child has a sense of humor and will come out to join the rest of us. So far its been baby 3, doctor 0.
As I sat in the corner listening to the fetal monitor, funny and ironic things happened. Every time the doctor went away, her contractions got worse, when the doctor returned...they disappeared.
Then her husband came in and talked to the baby, and the child kicked him in the face. My best friend got a contraction and nearly squeezed her hubby's hand to death. Ah the hilarity of romance.
In writing my novels so far, that has been the juggle this whole two weeks I have been here. Just when I think I have time to write....BOOM time to go the hospital. How do you outwit mother nature...easy...you dont.
Its funny how when you think you will get things done, you actually wont. And so in writing and waiting for my best friends baby I pay homage to the man that has made the world...a quirky place. Mr. Murphy.
Lets see what the score will be after. Any takers?
MURPHY'S LAWS
Nothing is as easy as it looks.
Everything takes longer than you think.
Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.
Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.
If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.
Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
Mother nature is a bitch.
It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.
Every solution breeds new problems.
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Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tambra's New Releases!
Tambra Kendall and Keelia Greer’s upcoming releases!
Goin’ Down Anthology Vol. 2 coming July 18, 2008 from Aspen Mountain Press, www.aspenmountainpress.com
Blurb:
Maybe you’ve dreamed it. Maybe you’ve done it.
Well, Mallory Hall, Karma Jones, Tambra Kendall, Renee Michaels, Blythe Phillips, Jane Leopold Quinn, Shannon Robinson and Collette Thomas, the eight Goin’ Down Ladies, have written getting stuck in an elevator with a hunky mysterious guy(s) stories.
Eight different stories were created from the deepest, weirdest recesses of their minds. These stories run the gamut from sophisticated to sensually sweet to hot and sexually explicit. They are intense, funny, romantic, and some have surprise endings. We have it all.
The first anthology is available NOW at ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS, the second is scheduled to be released on July 18, 2008. And oh, my yes, there’s something for everyone!
Book One (available now) - Two outrageous older women live out separate fantasies with a younger man inside a stuck elevator (The Elevator Man by Collette Thomas). All work and no play makes Jenna a dull girl until she meets Dante, the hot Italian stud who has nothing but the business of teaching her pleasure on his mind (Descent into Pleasure by Renee Michaels). A widow who lives out an erotic dream inside a stalled elevator with a silk clad cowboy (Aft Shaft by Mallory Hall). And a fired secretary releases her frustration on an ex-boss then discovers a mutual attraction that explodes into heated passion in (Fired or Fired Up by Shannon Robinson).
Book Two (July 18) - A sugar daddy, along with his apprentice, meet sweet young thing. Are they going to set up with matching towels? (His, Hers & His by Jane Leopold Quinn). An off-duty police officer and a beautiful office worker hide in a service elevator to avoid dangerous bank robbers that have taken over their building. Will they succumb to building heat between them or lose each other before they even have the chance? (At Your Service by Blythe Phillips). A hot shot salesman gets a double surprise at a sales meeting (Elevator Encounter: Double Trouble by Karma Jones). A sexy lingerie boutique owner finds more than a good time inside an elevator. Her hero gives her not only her darkest fantasy but also his heart (The Erotic Touch by Tambra Kendall).
Join us at ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS on July 18, because we’re Goin’ Down - again.
Tambra also writes as Keelia Greer and will have a story, A Cursed Heart, in Sanctuary Moon: First Howl, a Paranormal Anthology, coming this summer from Red Rose Publishing www.redrosepublishing.com
All of the stories feature wolf shifters. A portion of the proceeds will benefit Full Moon Farm, a haven for wolves and wolf dogs.
Here is an excerpt from my story, A Cursed Heart. I hope you enjoy it!
Scottish Highlands
The time of Druids and Magic
A Cursed Heart
“Come to me. With all speed...”
The words were rough, raspy and urgent. They echoed and repeated in Tani’s mind. His deep voice surrounded her in the vision, but what spoke to her soul were his eyes. She gasped, shivering from the intensity of his gaze.
Her mind probed and found deep pain and sorrow. This vision was different from the others; she experienced the man’s physical and mental anguish as if she were an intimate part of him.
No longer an observer, but an active participant and by the laws given by the gods to the Druidic Order, she could request help from a higher source.
The vision subsided leaving her drained, yet with an unrelenting determination to erase the sadness that wrapped the warrior like a wet, woolen cloak.
Tani clutched the bed furs in her hand, fear and frustration rolled inside. The visions always left her weak for a few minutes. She needed time to sort what occurred in her mind.
For the last three moon cycles, the dark haired man had appeared in her dreams. He had never spoken, other than to utter the same pleading words.
His large body bowed to the shining essence of a god deep in a forest, then his muscles and form shifted into a large, beautiful white and gray wolf.
Why do you come to me still? What would you have me do? She opened her eyes, letting them refocus. The small fire in the room flickered, casting thin shadows. Her hand stroked the fur in an attempt to soothe her agitated state. These dreams could not continue. ‘Tis time for action.
I love to hear from my readers!
I have a Yahoo group for each pen name: http://group.yahoo.com/groups/TambraKendall
http://group.yahoo.com/groups/KeeliaGreer
As always, you can visit my website to keep up with all my releases. www.tambrakendall.com and www.keeliagreer.com
All my best, Tambra Kendall/Keelia Greer
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Guilt by association, or something like that
This weekend I spent some time with a bunch of rowdy romance authors. Put several of us in the same room together and you're just looking for trouble. Send us out to a restaurant and all hell's gonna break loose.
Picture this: 20 or so women who write about love and lust, day in and day out, seated around a table that they tottled to after leaving the bar. Enter a hot young waiter, who has barely reached the ripe age of 22.
To protect the innocent, I'll call him Rick. His real name was Nick, but don't tell anyone I told you. Nick, er, I mean, Rick was very impressed that we wrote romance and was eager to become a hero in somebody's (anybody's) book. After assuring us that he had all the prerequisites, including six-pack abs, we made him all kinds of promises that will never be kept. So many in fact, that he went dancing around the kitchen and his manager came out to our table to ask us what in the world we'd done to the young man.
Now, all was in good fun, and one of us - again I'll protect the innocent, and just call her Rendi - got a free meal. Woo hoo! Rendi was quite pleased with the fact that she's still "got it!" and couldn't wait to tell her husband.
It was all fun and games until Rendi went to bed that night and had a dream that her husband was flirting with two hot young things right in front of her, their son and some of their friends. Now this wasn't like Rendi's flirting with Rick. Oh no, hubby was flirting with serious intent. And Rendi woke up PISSED!
When she gave hubby the evil-eye over breakfast and told him what he'd done in her dream, he laughed and said serves her right for flirting with a 22 year-old waiter! Now is it really Rendi's fault that the waiter said he'd have no problem being a cowboy???
And where in the hell does this guilt come from anyway? A sleep attack, that's so unfair!
Has anything like that ever happened to any of you?
Wendi Darlin
www.wendidarlin.blogspot.com
Hired Hands - Available Now!
Cowboy Games - Available Now!
Picture this: 20 or so women who write about love and lust, day in and day out, seated around a table that they tottled to after leaving the bar. Enter a hot young waiter, who has barely reached the ripe age of 22.
To protect the innocent, I'll call him Rick. His real name was Nick, but don't tell anyone I told you. Nick, er, I mean, Rick was very impressed that we wrote romance and was eager to become a hero in somebody's (anybody's) book. After assuring us that he had all the prerequisites, including six-pack abs, we made him all kinds of promises that will never be kept. So many in fact, that he went dancing around the kitchen and his manager came out to our table to ask us what in the world we'd done to the young man.
Now, all was in good fun, and one of us - again I'll protect the innocent, and just call her Rendi - got a free meal. Woo hoo! Rendi was quite pleased with the fact that she's still "got it!" and couldn't wait to tell her husband.
It was all fun and games until Rendi went to bed that night and had a dream that her husband was flirting with two hot young things right in front of her, their son and some of their friends. Now this wasn't like Rendi's flirting with Rick. Oh no, hubby was flirting with serious intent. And Rendi woke up PISSED!
When she gave hubby the evil-eye over breakfast and told him what he'd done in her dream, he laughed and said serves her right for flirting with a 22 year-old waiter! Now is it really Rendi's fault that the waiter said he'd have no problem being a cowboy???
And where in the hell does this guilt come from anyway? A sleep attack, that's so unfair!
Has anything like that ever happened to any of you?
Wendi Darlin
www.wendidarlin.blogspot.com
Hired Hands - Available Now!
Cowboy Games - Available Now!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sex and the Hula Moon City
By A.J. Llewellyn
http://www.ajllewellyn.com/
www.myspace.com/ajllewellyn
Greetings from sunny Waikiki!
It was Mark Twain who wrote: "In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago."
It is really true. As I write this, the scent is mixed with Kona coffee and sweet Portuguese bread I am feeding the adorable red cardinals on my hotel room balcony. As I write this, I am watching dolphins play in the surf from my hotel room right on the beach. For those who haven't been reading my blogs (and why haven't you??) I am here under slightly false pretenses. Yes, me and my BFF won a five day trip for two to Waikiki - for the pleasure of being pummeled with time share property purchases.
Well, ahem...it's a political hot potato this issue in the islands. With tourism down, hotel operators are now selling hotel rooms, which will still be rented out but all will be privately owned.
Last night, my BFF Clare and I were invited to our first Honolulu dinner party and we were very excited.
We boned up on local issues - the hotel situation, the death of all but two inter-island airlines and the growing problem of drought on the big island affecting the taro industry.
Hawaii without poi?
Inconceivable!
After removing our shoes at the door (as is the custom in the the islands) we had no idea we were attending a Yakudoshi, a Japanese birthday celebration and I was full of questions.
But what was the main topic of interest among our hosts?
Sex and the City. As in the movie, whoch comes out Friday. Everybody wanted to know if we had seen it since we live in Los Angeles and we must see everything eons before everybody else.
Clare and I looked at each other. We haven't seen it, but we're as interested as the next fan...which led to the Which Character Are You? game.
The birthday boy, Jimmy-San, aged 60, was covered in red strips of fabric and paper, (it's a good luck thing) but it didn't seem to be bringing him much happiness.
"They're all sluts of the first order!" he shrieked.
"No, no," the woman ganged up on him, protesting. "They're wonderful!"
Clare, who to my way way of thinking is a Charlotte thinks I am a Carrie, even though I am a man.
"You don't think I'm a Stanford? The token gay best friend?"
"No. You're always bloody writing," she snapped in that clipped British way of hers. "And you wear crazy clothes. Although, thank bloody God you don't wear any of the stupid hats."
Geez...was she ever grouchy. Wait until I let loose that she unleashed her inner Samantha on her date with our disgusting tour operator Justin last night...
Speaking of Samantha, I noticed that not one woman revealed herself as one.
I write like a Samantha, but I would have to admit to being more of a Carrie with a dash of Miranda thrown in. I'm the chosen party pooper, I admit. I can rain on a friend's foolish romantic parade faster than a tropical shower.
"You think Justin will call me when we go back to L.A?" Clare asked me several times.
"No, I don't."
See what I mean?
Most of the men felt absurdly resentful of Sex and the City.
When pushed, a couple of single, straight men looking for sex in this Hula Moon City lamented that the TV series has given women a false sense of expectation.
"They all think guys show up in limos and take them to the hottest restaurants. Thanks that that series, I worry about having the wrong colored credit card, clothing labels, the size of my penis and ordering an unfashionable cocktail,"the cutest guy at the table said.
Over dinner (the usual melange of yummy island food - coconut fish and rice, poi (The water! The water!) and barbecued vegetables, we tried to convince these hotties that women have always expected a bit of romancing...a bit of class on a date.
In the days before the Internet, women didn't have anonymous sex with nine year old boys posing as mature male adults. A gentleman called on a lady and a good time was had by all. Usually. And in times gone by, there was a build up to sex...in every city. When I first started dating it was called 'bases.' Which base did you get to?
So in the interests of research, I have to ask, which Sex and the City character are you?
Aloha oe,
A.J.
http://www.ajllewellyn.com/
www.myspace.com/ajllewellyn
Greetings from sunny Waikiki!
It was Mark Twain who wrote: "In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago."
It is really true. As I write this, the scent is mixed with Kona coffee and sweet Portuguese bread I am feeding the adorable red cardinals on my hotel room balcony. As I write this, I am watching dolphins play in the surf from my hotel room right on the beach. For those who haven't been reading my blogs (and why haven't you??) I am here under slightly false pretenses. Yes, me and my BFF won a five day trip for two to Waikiki - for the pleasure of being pummeled with time share property purchases.
Well, ahem...it's a political hot potato this issue in the islands. With tourism down, hotel operators are now selling hotel rooms, which will still be rented out but all will be privately owned.
Last night, my BFF Clare and I were invited to our first Honolulu dinner party and we were very excited.
We boned up on local issues - the hotel situation, the death of all but two inter-island airlines and the growing problem of drought on the big island affecting the taro industry.
Hawaii without poi?
Inconceivable!
After removing our shoes at the door (as is the custom in the the islands) we had no idea we were attending a Yakudoshi, a Japanese birthday celebration and I was full of questions.
But what was the main topic of interest among our hosts?
Sex and the City. As in the movie, whoch comes out Friday. Everybody wanted to know if we had seen it since we live in Los Angeles and we must see everything eons before everybody else.
Clare and I looked at each other. We haven't seen it, but we're as interested as the next fan...which led to the Which Character Are You? game.
The birthday boy, Jimmy-San, aged 60, was covered in red strips of fabric and paper, (it's a good luck thing) but it didn't seem to be bringing him much happiness.
"They're all sluts of the first order!" he shrieked.
"No, no," the woman ganged up on him, protesting. "They're wonderful!"
Clare, who to my way way of thinking is a Charlotte thinks I am a Carrie, even though I am a man.
"You don't think I'm a Stanford? The token gay best friend?"
"No. You're always bloody writing," she snapped in that clipped British way of hers. "And you wear crazy clothes. Although, thank bloody God you don't wear any of the stupid hats."
Geez...was she ever grouchy. Wait until I let loose that she unleashed her inner Samantha on her date with our disgusting tour operator Justin last night...
Speaking of Samantha, I noticed that not one woman revealed herself as one.
I write like a Samantha, but I would have to admit to being more of a Carrie with a dash of Miranda thrown in. I'm the chosen party pooper, I admit. I can rain on a friend's foolish romantic parade faster than a tropical shower.
"You think Justin will call me when we go back to L.A?" Clare asked me several times.
"No, I don't."
See what I mean?
Most of the men felt absurdly resentful of Sex and the City.
When pushed, a couple of single, straight men looking for sex in this Hula Moon City lamented that the TV series has given women a false sense of expectation.
"They all think guys show up in limos and take them to the hottest restaurants. Thanks that that series, I worry about having the wrong colored credit card, clothing labels, the size of my penis and ordering an unfashionable cocktail,"the cutest guy at the table said.
Over dinner (the usual melange of yummy island food - coconut fish and rice, poi (The water! The water!) and barbecued vegetables, we tried to convince these hotties that women have always expected a bit of romancing...a bit of class on a date.
In the days before the Internet, women didn't have anonymous sex with nine year old boys posing as mature male adults. A gentleman called on a lady and a good time was had by all. Usually. And in times gone by, there was a build up to sex...in every city. When I first started dating it was called 'bases.' Which base did you get to?
So in the interests of research, I have to ask, which Sex and the City character are you?
Aloha oe,
A.J.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
How Sexy Can a Rollercoaster Be?
Okay,
This sounds a bit out there, but has anyone thought about sex and rollercoasters? I mean, really, don't people equate relationships to rollercoaster rides? So why shouldn't sex be compared to a rollercoaster?
You have that building anticipation as you slowly wind your way through the line (consider this the early flirting and first few dates stage), then you get to the car and get strapped in. I guess you could consider this the "shaving the legs" stage. If you make that fateful choice to have sex, this is when you make sure you are ready for any sudden shifts.
That's when the ride begins, the slow build-up again, then whoosh! If you're really lucky, by the time the ride is over you're in the weak-knee, belly-twisting, oh-my-god happy place that the really thrilling triple loop, inverted, cork-screw turn rollercoasters will put you in. If you're not that lucky--you've been on the teacup ride and it's time to bail out!
I guess you're wondering why I would be babbling on about this. That's simple--I'm on vacation at a theme park in Virginia and man, the rides here!! Whew, let's just say, I'm getting a lot of research done... LOL
Hope you have a fantastic Memorial Day and for those in the military or with family in the military--Thank you for all that you do and the sacrifices you make for this country. May your life and love be just as fun as the rollercoaster rides at the best theme parks in the world.
Qwillia Rain
This sounds a bit out there, but has anyone thought about sex and rollercoasters? I mean, really, don't people equate relationships to rollercoaster rides? So why shouldn't sex be compared to a rollercoaster?
You have that building anticipation as you slowly wind your way through the line (consider this the early flirting and first few dates stage), then you get to the car and get strapped in. I guess you could consider this the "shaving the legs" stage. If you make that fateful choice to have sex, this is when you make sure you are ready for any sudden shifts.
That's when the ride begins, the slow build-up again, then whoosh! If you're really lucky, by the time the ride is over you're in the weak-knee, belly-twisting, oh-my-god happy place that the really thrilling triple loop, inverted, cork-screw turn rollercoasters will put you in. If you're not that lucky--you've been on the teacup ride and it's time to bail out!
I guess you're wondering why I would be babbling on about this. That's simple--I'm on vacation at a theme park in Virginia and man, the rides here!! Whew, let's just say, I'm getting a lot of research done... LOL
Hope you have a fantastic Memorial Day and for those in the military or with family in the military--Thank you for all that you do and the sacrifices you make for this country. May your life and love be just as fun as the rollercoaster rides at the best theme parks in the world.
Qwillia Rain
Friday, May 23, 2008
What is Your Favorite Pickup Line???
Hey all,
Can you believe how fast May is disappearing? It seems like just a few minutes ago when I was having my release party for my newest book,
The Mylari Chronicles: Eyes of Fire. It's gone to #7 so far, which is pretty good for a re-release fantasy book!!! Calion and Talia may not have met in the best of ways, but the adventure they have while discovering their destiny is hot, emotional and well worth the journey. Check it out here!
We were talking the other day on one of my lists about the best way to meet the opposite sex. Luckily, I've found my special someone, but I know that unless you are kidnapped by orcs and rescued by a handsome elven prince, it's not so easy to make that connection. Now, as far as Talia is concerned, having someone appear in front of you in a cloud of magical fog, took care of that problem for her. And Calion's pickup line... "Come with me if you wish to live.", isn't one I'd ignore. Would you? LOL
So let's talk about pick up lines. I've put down a few of my favorite as well as ones that make me want to shake my head. Take a look...
1) Your place or mine? Tell you what? I'll flip a coin. Head at my place, tail at yours.
2) Hello. I have sex on the first date. Do you?
3) Happy hour's over but it's still going strong at my place.
4) You -will- go home with me tonight. (Jedi Mind Trick)
5) I am participating in the Sexual Olympics multiple orgasm relay race my partner just died of exhaustion.
Would you like to help me out?
6) Are you free tonight or will it cost me?
7) Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the room?
8) Pardon me, but are you a screamer or a moaner?
9) Picture this, you, me, bubble baths, and a bottle of champagne.
10) Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?
Enjoy these? Take a gander at the whole list. It is definitely good for a few laughs. Check it out!
http://linesthataregood.com/
Or how about these? I love redneck jokes and these are funny!
REDNECK PICK UP LINES
1) If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d sure shootin’ put U and me together.
2) Well, tie me to a pig and roll me in the mud! You are mighty purdy for a heavy girl.
3) You’re hair is just about as purdy as that squirrel’s I skinned this morning. And it smells just as good!
4) Did you fart? cuz you blew me away.
5) If you was a tree and I were a Squirrel, I'd store my nuts in yer hole.
Check out more at http://www.innocentenglish.com/best-funny-jokes/redneck-pickup-lines.html
Some of my personal favorites are...
1) I believe in reincarnation; where have you been all my past lives?
2) Hi, I’m rich, and my name is ________.
3) Yo Baby, you be my Dairy Queen, I’ll be your Burger King, you treat me right, and I’ll do it you r way right away.
4) Do you have a quarter? My mother told me to call home when I met the girl of my dreams.
5) My love for you is like the energizer bunny, it keeps going and going.
6) Isn’t your email address: beautifullady@mydreams.com?
7) If you stood in front of a mirror and held up eleven roses, you would see twelve of the most beautiful things in the world.
8) Do you like to travel? My favorite place to go is anywhere you are.
9) I just wanted to show this rose how incredibly beautiful you are!!
10) God must have been in a great mood the day he made you!
Can you believe how fast May is disappearing? It seems like just a few minutes ago when I was having my release party for my newest book,
The Mylari Chronicles: Eyes of Fire. It's gone to #7 so far, which is pretty good for a re-release fantasy book!!! Calion and Talia may not have met in the best of ways, but the adventure they have while discovering their destiny is hot, emotional and well worth the journey. Check it out here!We were talking the other day on one of my lists about the best way to meet the opposite sex. Luckily, I've found my special someone, but I know that unless you are kidnapped by orcs and rescued by a handsome elven prince, it's not so easy to make that connection. Now, as far as Talia is concerned, having someone appear in front of you in a cloud of magical fog, took care of that problem for her. And Calion's pickup line... "Come with me if you wish to live.", isn't one I'd ignore. Would you? LOL
So let's talk about pick up lines. I've put down a few of my favorite as well as ones that make me want to shake my head. Take a look...
1) Your place or mine? Tell you what? I'll flip a coin. Head at my place, tail at yours.
2) Hello. I have sex on the first date. Do you?
3) Happy hour's over but it's still going strong at my place.
4) You -will- go home with me tonight. (Jedi Mind Trick)
5) I am participating in the Sexual Olympics multiple orgasm relay race my partner just died of exhaustion.
Would you like to help me out?6) Are you free tonight or will it cost me?
7) Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the room?
8) Pardon me, but are you a screamer or a moaner?
9) Picture this, you, me, bubble baths, and a bottle of champagne.
10) Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?
Enjoy these? Take a gander at the whole list. It is definitely good for a few laughs. Check it out!
http://linesthataregood.com/
Or how about these? I love redneck jokes and these are funny!
REDNECK PICK UP LINES
1) If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d sure shootin’ put U and me together.
2) Well, tie me to a pig and roll me in the mud! You are mighty purdy for a heavy girl.
3) You’re hair is just about as purdy as that squirrel’s I skinned this morning. And it smells just as good!
4) Did you fart? cuz you blew me away.
5) If you was a tree and I were a Squirrel, I'd store my nuts in yer hole.
Check out more at http://www.innocentenglish.com/best-funny-jokes/redneck-pickup-lines.html
Some of my personal favorites are...
1) I believe in reincarnation; where have you been all my past lives?2) Hi, I’m rich, and my name is ________.
3) Yo Baby, you be my Dairy Queen, I’ll be your Burger King, you treat me right, and I’ll do it you r way right away.
4) Do you have a quarter? My mother told me to call home when I met the girl of my dreams.
5) My love for you is like the energizer bunny, it keeps going and going.
6) Isn’t your email address: beautifullady@mydreams.com?
7) If you stood in front of a mirror and held up eleven roses, you would see twelve of the most beautiful things in the world.
8) Do you like to travel? My favorite place to go is anywhere you are.
9) I just wanted to show this rose how incredibly beautiful you are!!
10) God must have been in a great mood the day he made you!
As you can see, there are all kinds of lines. Sweet, romantic, stupid, dirty and unbelievable. But who knows what set of words can set off that spark in your heart? We are all different, and what may be cheesy to one, might be a knee weakener to another. Such is the beauty of life.
So, now it's your turn. Give me your best, worst, favorite, most hated pickup line. Tell me a story of when a pickup line was used on you and what happen afterwards. I want to hear all about it!
In fact, just for you all, I'll turn it into a contest. Leave me a comment about pickup lines and I'll put you in a drawing for any one of my published e-books. Plus, a packet of promo goodies from Eyes of Fire. You have until Monday night at 6:00pm to enter. I'll announce the winner, then.
Good luck and I'll see you next month!!! And don't forget to check out my newest release The Mylari Chronicles: Eyes of Fire. 
See the series information at http://cjengland.com/mylari Buy this bestselling book at My Bookstore and More
Hugs to everyone!!! And as always, don't forget to... Follow Your Dreams
CJ England Never anger an elf... we have very long memories.
I'm Bringing Sexy Back -- for myself!
I'd like to apologize for throwing things off a bit...agin. *sigh* It seems that with the workshop and all I have going on, I have yet again lost a day! Just to give you lovelies a heads up, I have two test reader groups, my BDSM in Romance workshop, plus my WIP and the promotional work I do. Plus I'm a reviewer for Coffee Time Romance...
Anyway, enough about my crap, let's do a twofer and post my blog today and then promote the crap outta it and the actual MS Author of the day! She's sexy
And speaking of sexy...
I’m Bringing Sexy Back – For Myself!
Another month has passed since I last blogged at the Midnight Seductions blog. Are you enjoying all we’ve been doing? Hope so! The lovely ladies (And Dee) here have a lot of wonderful and interesting things to talk about over the coming months and weeks so I hope you’ll stay tuned!
My BDSM in Romance workshop has started over at Coffee Time Romance and for those who are interested, you can email me at stpbigbangbaby@yahoo.com for details on how to join this powerful workshop for writers! Now onto the blog topic. Today’s topic, YOU!
A female friend of mine and I were talking the other day about our bodies and how our significant others either reinforce beliefs in how attractive and sexy we are, or not. The consensus was that as a woman, the need to be made to feel sexy is important in a relationship, which I agree 100% on.
The more we talked though, the more I wondered what this friend of mine was doing to make herself feel sexy. Was she taking care of herself? Eating properly? Getting enough sleep? Buying herself something sexy to sleep in? Or to wear beneath her work clothes? My significant other has always said that if your underwear is sexy, then it helps YOU to feel sexy because YOU know what’s underneath your boring ass work clothes. I can hardly disagree.
So do you spend time looking in the mirror in your lingerie and reaffirming things that your significant others tell you? I bet you don’t. So, right now, let’s start.
Go slip into something really hot! Maybe it’s a short black dress, or just a low cut bra and panty set. Stand in front of a mirror. Repeat after me: I am not only the sexy individual that can attract that special someone to me, but I am the sexy individual that I’m attracted to.
Repeat this a few times daily. Try different outfits or different hair styles. What this does for you is it builds a connection to certain words and our subconscious that help our self esteem.
Men need this build up too. I spend time in the gym in the mornings each day just to build my body up. You see, I was scrawny and lanky as a child and didn’t grow into my body until high school when I started running cross country and track. The fact that I was very fair skinned didn’t help matters with my self esteem either. How did I get over it? “I” stopped giving a fuck and somehow grew into “me.” But the gym helps as I get older. Eating better helps. I keep my facial hair soft and trimmed, the ends of my hair get trimmed every two months. (My hair is about three inches above my hips.) Having nicer clothes to wear helps reaffirm the things I’m told by my significant other and those who love me. Oh, and I do the mirror thing too on occasion
In short, I take care of the physical aspects of my body.
So, after you did my mirror exercise, how did you feel? I’m expecting a few of the ladies from Midnight Seductions to join in this too since I KNOW some of you have hot lingerie! (Paige, Annemarie, Beth *Snicker*)
Anyway, enough about my crap, let's do a twofer and post my blog today and then promote the crap outta it and the actual MS Author of the day! She's sexy
And speaking of sexy...
I’m Bringing Sexy Back – For Myself!
Another month has passed since I last blogged at the Midnight Seductions blog. Are you enjoying all we’ve been doing? Hope so! The lovely ladies (And Dee) here have a lot of wonderful and interesting things to talk about over the coming months and weeks so I hope you’ll stay tuned!
My BDSM in Romance workshop has started over at Coffee Time Romance and for those who are interested, you can email me at stpbigbangbaby@yahoo.com for details on how to join this powerful workshop for writers! Now onto the blog topic. Today’s topic, YOU!
A female friend of mine and I were talking the other day about our bodies and how our significant others either reinforce beliefs in how attractive and sexy we are, or not. The consensus was that as a woman, the need to be made to feel sexy is important in a relationship, which I agree 100% on.
The more we talked though, the more I wondered what this friend of mine was doing to make herself feel sexy. Was she taking care of herself? Eating properly? Getting enough sleep? Buying herself something sexy to sleep in? Or to wear beneath her work clothes? My significant other has always said that if your underwear is sexy, then it helps YOU to feel sexy because YOU know what’s underneath your boring ass work clothes. I can hardly disagree.
So do you spend time looking in the mirror in your lingerie and reaffirming things that your significant others tell you? I bet you don’t. So, right now, let’s start.
Go slip into something really hot! Maybe it’s a short black dress, or just a low cut bra and panty set. Stand in front of a mirror. Repeat after me: I am not only the sexy individual that can attract that special someone to me, but I am the sexy individual that I’m attracted to.
Repeat this a few times daily. Try different outfits or different hair styles. What this does for you is it builds a connection to certain words and our subconscious that help our self esteem.
Men need this build up too. I spend time in the gym in the mornings each day just to build my body up. You see, I was scrawny and lanky as a child and didn’t grow into my body until high school when I started running cross country and track. The fact that I was very fair skinned didn’t help matters with my self esteem either. How did I get over it? “I” stopped giving a fuck and somehow grew into “me.” But the gym helps as I get older. Eating better helps. I keep my facial hair soft and trimmed, the ends of my hair get trimmed every two months. (My hair is about three inches above my hips.) Having nicer clothes to wear helps reaffirm the things I’m told by my significant other and those who love me. Oh, and I do the mirror thing too on occasion
In short, I take care of the physical aspects of my body.
So, after you did my mirror exercise, how did you feel? I’m expecting a few of the ladies from Midnight Seductions to join in this too since I KNOW some of you have hot lingerie! (Paige, Annemarie, Beth *Snicker*)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Satin Seduction
My next release is a little different from the norm for me. Satin Seduction is a contemporary/rubenesque erotic romance. Yes, that's right! No shifters, witches or sci-fi in this book. Hey, even the cover is different. Instead of naked male body parts, it has naked female body parts. However, it still has an alpha male and lots of hot sex.
Satin Seduction releases June 11th from Ellora’s Cave.
Blurb:
How far will lingerie designed, Nicole James go to sell her new line to her studly boss? Jake Malone has desired the full-figured designer since their first meeting. Talking her into modeling her designs is just the first step in seducing her.
Excerpt:
He fingered the corset she’d thrown on his desk. “This corset is a satin blend?”
“Satin-Lycra blend. It’s comfortable, yet controls,” she explained. “Comfort and control are important ingredients for a full-figured line.”
“What else have you designed, besides the thong, of course?”
“I have three panties, the Brazilian-cut, a hip-hugger, the thong and a brief.”
“No granny panties?” He winked.
“Never!” She pretended to gasp in horror. “Banish the thought. I’ve also finished designs for another corset, a bustier and some night clothes.”
“You’ve been busy. Have you had anyone model them?” His brows rose. “We need to test the comfort and control.”
Biting her lip, she hesitated. “We don’t have larger models. I made them in my size.”
Picking up the thong, his fingers traced the lacy edge. “You’ve modeled these?”
“I tried everything on to test the comfort and fit. Those don’t actually offer control but…” She hesitated.
“They’re sexy as hell.” His eyes ran over her and a shiver rode her spine. “Are you wearing one of your creations now?”
Nicole laughed nervously.
Jake grinned in a way that would wet any red-blooded woman’s panties. “You said you’d never charge me with harassment.”
She raised her chin. “I meant it.”
“What are you wearing?”
Her tongued felt glued to the top of her mouth and she swallowed. “I’m wearing a slimming corset with support for…”
“Support for large-breasted women?” His gaze devoured her chest. She could almost believe he could see through her clothes.
“Yes.”
He crushed the thong in his hand. “What type of panty?”
“A ruffled Brazilian-cut,” she answered and was surprised how breathy her voice sounded.
“Damn,” he breathed the word as his eyes stripped her clothing from her body. “Can I talk you into modeling them for me?”
For more info: http://www.la-day.com
Satin Seduction releases June 11th from Ellora’s Cave.
Blurb:
How far will lingerie designed, Nicole James go to sell her new line to her studly boss? Jake Malone has desired the full-figured designer since their first meeting. Talking her into modeling her designs is just the first step in seducing her.
Excerpt:
He fingered the corset she’d thrown on his desk. “This corset is a satin blend?”
“Satin-Lycra blend. It’s comfortable, yet controls,” she explained. “Comfort and control are important ingredients for a full-figured line.”
“What else have you designed, besides the thong, of course?”
“I have three panties, the Brazilian-cut, a hip-hugger, the thong and a brief.”
“No granny panties?” He winked.
“Never!” She pretended to gasp in horror. “Banish the thought. I’ve also finished designs for another corset, a bustier and some night clothes.”
“You’ve been busy. Have you had anyone model them?” His brows rose. “We need to test the comfort and control.”
Biting her lip, she hesitated. “We don’t have larger models. I made them in my size.”
Picking up the thong, his fingers traced the lacy edge. “You’ve modeled these?”
“I tried everything on to test the comfort and fit. Those don’t actually offer control but…” She hesitated.
“They’re sexy as hell.” His eyes ran over her and a shiver rode her spine. “Are you wearing one of your creations now?”
Nicole laughed nervously.
Jake grinned in a way that would wet any red-blooded woman’s panties. “You said you’d never charge me with harassment.”
She raised her chin. “I meant it.”
“What are you wearing?”
Her tongued felt glued to the top of her mouth and she swallowed. “I’m wearing a slimming corset with support for…”
“Support for large-breasted women?” His gaze devoured her chest. She could almost believe he could see through her clothes.
“Yes.”
He crushed the thong in his hand. “What type of panty?”
“A ruffled Brazilian-cut,” she answered and was surprised how breathy her voice sounded.
“Damn,” he breathed the word as his eyes stripped her clothing from her body. “Can I talk you into modeling them for me?”
For more info: http://www.la-day.com
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Balancing Act
Like many authors I work from home around family and children, which means I’m constantly balancing the needs of my family with deadlines and new projects. Children have very little ‘respect’ or perhaps understanding is a better word, of either writing time, or deadlines. And don’t get me started on trying to manage edits around constant demands er requests for juice, lunch, cartoons, hugs, and potty!
Picture this, if you will.
The tension’s building up toward the sex scene. My hero and heroine are in a sensual clinch. He leans in, his lips ready to claim hers, his – well, you get the picture. Then it happens.
“Mum, he’s poking me!”
“Mom, I’m thirsty!”
“Toons!”
“Mom, Jack’s bum stinks!”
Then there are the chores. Laundry, cooking, keeping the house from becoming a complete disaster area, making sure the children actually do some of the chores they’re supposed to do.
I’m also married, very happily so, which means there has to be time for the man in my life. He puts up with a lot from me. Including my attention being captured by something at an odd moment, however he does have some very interesting ways of bringing me back into focus – but those are *cough* between him and I.
So, how do you cope with the balancing act?
For me it’s been a case of learning to write in 5 minute bursts and constantly multi-tasking…
Picture this, if you will.
The tension’s building up toward the sex scene. My hero and heroine are in a sensual clinch. He leans in, his lips ready to claim hers, his – well, you get the picture. Then it happens.
“Mum, he’s poking me!”
“Mom, I’m thirsty!”
“Toons!”
“Mom, Jack’s bum stinks!”
Then there are the chores. Laundry, cooking, keeping the house from becoming a complete disaster area, making sure the children actually do some of the chores they’re supposed to do.
I’m also married, very happily so, which means there has to be time for the man in my life. He puts up with a lot from me. Including my attention being captured by something at an odd moment, however he does have some very interesting ways of bringing me back into focus – but those are *cough* between him and I.
So, how do you cope with the balancing act?
For me it’s been a case of learning to write in 5 minute bursts and constantly multi-tasking…
Monday, May 19, 2008
Writing Rituals or Habits?
Writing Rituals or Habits?
Rituals, we all have them, if it's before a big event or after there is something everyone does..Maybe a dance...Wearing your fave t-shirt for good luck, eating certain foods....
I never considered it when I first started to write. Or maybe I should say that I never saw what I did as a ritual. Well I was wrong. Ever since I started to write I always made sure to have music on in the background. I am one of those people that can't have silence around while I work. I don't mean that I want chaos, I don't/ I just mean that I like to have the noise in the form of music. I find it relaxing and it inspires me.
I sometimes listen to specific music that will fit the mood of the book that I am writing or the specific scene. All I know is that I need to have music playing while I work...I need music like people need coffee....LOL
Some authors I have talked to have said that they like to eat while they write or have the TV on. Isn't it interesting to hear all the little things people do. Sometimes we do things and don't even think about it. It's something we have done over and over and it's a part of who you are.
What are your rituals when you write or read or even are doing something important?
What are some of the strangest ones you have heard about?
Rituals, we all have them, if it's before a big event or after there is something everyone does..Maybe a dance...Wearing your fave t-shirt for good luck, eating certain foods....
I never considered it when I first started to write. Or maybe I should say that I never saw what I did as a ritual. Well I was wrong. Ever since I started to write I always made sure to have music on in the background. I am one of those people that can't have silence around while I work. I don't mean that I want chaos, I don't/ I just mean that I like to have the noise in the form of music. I find it relaxing and it inspires me.
I sometimes listen to specific music that will fit the mood of the book that I am writing or the specific scene. All I know is that I need to have music playing while I work...I need music like people need coffee....LOL
Some authors I have talked to have said that they like to eat while they write or have the TV on. Isn't it interesting to hear all the little things people do. Sometimes we do things and don't even think about it. It's something we have done over and over and it's a part of who you are.
What are your rituals when you write or read or even are doing something important?
What are some of the strangest ones you have heard about?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tempting Tess- New at Ellora's Cave
Tempting Tess, my new Ellora's Cave title is available now. Today I'd like to give you a little peak at this yummy OH YUM (older woman/younger man) story.Blurb:
When forty-five-year-old widow Tess Garrity decides it’s time to reevaluate her stale life, she rents a charming cabin in the mountains, little expecting her entire life is about to take a drastic turn. She’s very drawn and more than a little sexually turned on by the sinfully handsome man next door.
Daniel Rios is captivated by the stunning older woman. She is sweet, funny and sexy enough to make him yearn to fuck her. He wants her more than his next breath but his first order of business is getting rid of an unwanted houseguest. Then Daniel moves in on Tess, tempting her to take another chance on love—with him. It’s a naughty, edgy, seductive challenge he is fully prepared to take.
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An Excerpt of Tempting Tess:
Night had fallen to crisp cool temperatures in the beautiful Ruidoso mountains and as the evening grew, turning into a deep incandescent blue, so did Tess’ mood. Vacations were supposed to make one feel better, not worse, weren’t they?
Nope, not happening.
At least not tonight.
She’d been here for a couple of days in an effort to re-evaluate the vast wasteland that was her life. At forty-five, she was a widow and the mother of a grown daughter. Now here she was thinking things through, hoping for something, anything that could make her feel alive again.
Pathetic.
The wide back porch of her rented cabin was rustic offering a panoramic view of a vast wilderness that called to something deep inside her. What that something was, she had no clue. Feeling a desperate sort of urgency grab her, she’d come outside with a bottle of Pinot Noir she’d picked up earlier today during her jaunt into town for groceries. She eyed the half empty bottle ruefully and walked over to pour herself a bit. Half a glass only. There was something really sad about drinking alone and she was already feeling a little tipsy.
Sinking down onto a comfy couch, she curled her legs under her and sighed. Glancing toward the cabin that sat to her right, she wondered briefly about skimming out of the nightgown she wore and changing into some jeans and a tee. Yeah, she could traipse over there in the dead of night clutching her half empty bottle of Pinot Noir and knock on the door of the sexiest, hottest man she’d ever seen in her life.
The very thought made her giggle.
Hastily she set her glass of wine aside and eyed it with contempt. Yep. Just a tad tipsy. Mr. Sexy would laugh his butt off, think she was making moves on his gorgeous young ass. The tall, rugged, latino would think she was pathetic.
Well wasn’t she?
Sobering instantly, Tess wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight as she swallowed the lump that rose up in her throat. Not gonna cry. Not her. She’d been tough and strong for everyone. For years. This was her time of self-discovery. This was her time to be…
What?
Lonely as hell?
A great gaping emptiness rose up and threatened to steal her breath. She’d never been the kind of woman to feel sorry for herself but suddenly, alone, here in this vast wilderness she felt so small, so insignificant. Tears rose up but there was no one here to see so Tess gave in with a sigh.
They rolled across the surface of her eyes and dripped down her cheeks as she stared out over the beauty of the mountains and struggled to feel just the tiniest bit significant.
Raggedly, she gulped cold air, hoping for a return to sanity but it was elusive.
Suddenly from around the corner of the cabin, a large dog ran into view. Tess recognized her neighbor’s pet instantly. Milky moonlight gleamed over the coat of the Golden Retriever as he scampered up bringing friendliness and comfort with him.
“Hey there, boy,” she crooned as she stood and went to the top step of the porch. Sinking down, she brought him close and buried her face against his warmth. “Are you lost, sweetie? Lonely? I think I’m…um, feelin’ kind of lonely myself.”
The dog whined and leaned his big head against her shoulder and Tess just lost it.
Great gulping sobs broke from her throat. She cried so hard she shook with it. Maybe it was the wine but she didn’t think so. She was lost. Alone.
Daniel Rios came out the backdoor of his cabin, skimming his gaze through the woods beyond as he looked for Bo. He’d let him out twenty minutes ago to take care of important doggie business but Bo hadn’t returned. The night was quiet with only a faint whistling of breeze sifting through the pinon pines. Heading out across his back lawn he peered into the darkness hoping to head off a midnight squirrel hunt. It was getting late. He glanced across the way at the cabin he owned and rented out. This time to a beautiful woman who he was dying the meet. A rental agency handled the details of stuff like this so, as of now, she was a stranger. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be for much longer. To say the gorgeous blonde was intriguing was an understatement.
Daniel stilled and narrowed his eyes. It was late but her lights were still on. Should he go over and introduce himself? He snorted. Yeah, right. What would he say? “Um…hi. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the moment you moved into my little rental place. Yes, uh, you might think this is some kind of pick up line but you look like an angel. A fuckable, delicious, sexy angel made just for me and I get hard every time I see you.”
She’d think he was a nut.
He heard a sound. A faint one coming from the direction of the neighboring cabin so he headed that way hoping Bo wasn’t getting in a world of trouble. When he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. The woman’s face was buried in Bo’s neck and she was sobbing like her heart was broken.
Daniel felt his heart tighten in his chest.
When Bo pulled away and took off to sniff around, she wrapped her arms around her slender body and shook like she was caught in the midst of a tornado that threatened to tear her apart.
He just stood there watching her, unable to move. Bo ran up and Daniel gave him an absent-minded pat on the head and sent him on his way. When he saw that dog had gotten into the cabin by way of the doggie door, he turned back to watch the woman.
She was so lovely sitting there crying in the moonlight, he couldn’t stand it another minute. Following instinct, he approached slowly and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to offer comfort when she looked up and saw him.
Stumbling to her feet, she gazed at him with a dawning look of horror. Her hands went over her mouth as she choked back another sob. Her eyes were so blue they seemed a pale silver in the evening light. Tears floated across their surface and Daniel thought his heart would break at the sight.
He came closer and she didn’t move, just looked at him. Finally he did the only thing he could. He wrapped her in his arms and drew her in. “Ah, mi cielo,” he whispered against her hair, calling her darling, holding her close. “Don’t cry. I can’t fucking stand it.”
She gasped against his chest and clutched his ribs with grasping fingers. Her breath soughed through his tee shirt, warming him. Impossibly, his cock grew thick and hard at the feel of her curves pressed against his body. He tightened his hold. “Talk to me.”
“I-I don’t know your name,” she whispered on a shaky breath.
“I’m Daniel from next door. Just hang on, honey. Let me help.”
“I’m Tess.” She pulled back and looked at him with teary eyes and she knuckled the tears away but they just came faster. She broke his heart. He wanted to help her. Comfort her. “I’m just feelin’…um…so alone.”
Her voice broke over the words and that did it. It just did it.
Daniel cupped her cheeks and bent low, breathing in her scent, the mystery of her. Using his thumbs, he swept away the dampness from her face and pressed his lips to hers. He’d intended to offer comfort but that instant warm connection threatened to bring him to his knees. Sweeping his tongue over her lips and beyond into the honey-sweet depths of her mouth drew an answering groan from the lovely, distraught woman in his arms. She burrowed in closer and he felt the pearling tips of her nipples stab relentlessly into his chest.
“Let me help you,” he whispered.
“Yes. Yes. I don’t know you but I want you. I want you now.” Tess wound her arms around his neck and he didn’t give another thought to lifting her up and carrying her inside the cabin. It seemed as natural as breathing when she clung to him and twined her long legs around his waist. The heat of her pussy burned through his shirt and against his belly. His shaft pounded hard against the fly of his jeans. He ached with the sudden, intense need of her.
Once inside, he pressed her to the wall and rubbed his hardness against her. A curling tingle set up in the base of his spine as he raked over her warm pussy. His lips settled against her neck and he breathed her in. It was surreal. He felt alone in the world with her, wanting to protect, to help. Taking her became the most important thing he’d ever done but his mind rebelled. Taking advantage of weeping women wasn’t his style.
“I can’t do this,” he gasped against her flesh. “It’s wrong. You’re upset. Damn.”
“No. Don’t say it.” She grabbed his face and focused in. Dark desire, the want of human touch burned hot in her gaze as she pressed tiny frantic kisses on his eyes, his cheeks. She pressed her mouth to his, nipping his lips, stroking with her tongue. Her breath came out in a rush. “I haven’t felt alive in a long time. Not until now. Fuck me. Take me.”
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The Story Behind the Story!
I thought I would tell you a little bit of the story behind the story of one of my newest releases, The Magic Spell. It's one of my bestselling paranormal ebooks, and has just been released in print, which I'm totally excited about!
When my publisher first asked me if I wanted to do a paranormal story to be released for Halloween, I was stoked! I had always been a fan of the TV show "Charmed" and had been playing with the idea of a romantic spanking story involving charms, love potions, and a hunky hero!
But I decided that I didn't want to be my heroine to be a witch. That had just been done too many times So instead, I made her a normal, everyday girl looking for love who just happens to run across a powerful potion that promises to give her "her heart's desire." Of course, to make it even more fun, the heroine doesn't believe that the potion could possibly be real or have any idea what kind of man it's going to bring her!
As you can imagine, I had a lot of fun writing this story and I hope you have a lot of fun reading about it! I've included the synopsis to tease you. If you like it, check out the link below where you can find more information on this story and others like it!
Synopsis:
Alanna Simms has been having a problem finding Mr. Right. But when she and her friends stumble across a charm shop just in time for Halloween, her friends think they have found the solution to her problem. When the mysterious proprietor overhears Alanna complaining about how hard it is to find a good man, the woman gives her a potion that she claims will give Alanna her heart’s desire.Of course, Alanna doesn’t believe in magic, but at the urging of her friends, goes along with the whole thing anyway.
But Alanna is unprepared when she finds a stranger dressed as a pirate passed out on her living room floor hours after doing the magic spell. Thinking that he’s just a hunk that she must have missed at the costume party they had, she is shocked to discover that he is actually the seventeenth-century pirate she jokingly asked for when invoking the spell.
Considering how gorgeous he is, that wouldn’t be half bad, if it weren’t for two very annoying problems. One, they can’t get more than twenty feet apart from each other. And two, the sexy pirate seems to think he can put her over his knee and spank her any time he wants to.
How can this arrogant jerk possibly be her heart’s desire? Alanna wonders. That woman at the charm shop must have made a terrible mistake because Garren Dandridge couldn’t be the right man for her. Could he?
If you'd like to read a sexy excerpt as well as find out how to get your copy, check out my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Friday, May 16, 2008
Frozen ~ Coming Soon to a Computer Near You!
This book was originally released January 1, 2008 by Dark Eden Press. Coming soon, it's re-release by Lyrical Press in e-format. This book has been slightly modified to make it better, stronger, faster... oh, wait, sorry. It is not the bionic book now. It has been re-edited and a few details changed slightly. Still a great book.
Frozen by Morgan Q. O’Reilly
Destiny waits for all... especially a headstrong princess.
Available June 2, 2008 from Lyrical Press
Destiny waits for all... especially a headstrong princess.
Available June 2, 2008 from Lyrical Press
Blurb:
Royal blood can take a princess only so far in life. Sooner or later destiny will sweep her off her feet. If she's lucky, he's tall, blond, fun to push around, and helps her save their ice ball planet from a killer comet.
Content warning: this is a sexy hot read that has graphic sex, lots of ice, hot springs and touch of bondage for fun. This is a futuristic, Sci-Fi, with erotic and paranormal elements.
Un-edited Excerpt (Copyright 2008) From Chapter One :
“No one will ever be able to convince me that Hell never freezes over,” Noreen muttered as she looked over the flat frozen vista on the far side of the thick window before her.
Blinking travel fatigue from her eyes, she focused past the reflected images of the people behind her in the large Ryadstholm Depot, many rushing in from the huge inter-galaxy cruiser on the launch pad. Even more were lining up to board it. Instead, all she saw was white landscape against a midnight-black sky. Outdoor lighting obscured the stars. Just before opening the doors to let her disembark, the captain had said the early morning temperature was fifty degrees Celsius below zero. Her guess would put it down around minus sixty. Not that it mattered much. Cold was cold.
“This isn’t Hell,” a deep voice replied from behind her shoulder as she shivered, his blond form a reflection in the window. “Noreen Tibbetts?” The voice was slightly hesitant as if reading from a slip of paper. A different kind of shiver traveled down her spine. One that made her feel a little warmer.
Turning to face the speaker, she didn’t appreciate the look of amused condescension he gave her before his eyes traveled the length of her body and returned to her face. Their gazes met and she found herself mesmerized by the deepening of his already dark blue eyes. Dimly aware of a faint ringing in her ears, much like the sound of two pieces of heavy steel colliding, she fought for control of her body as his stare fanned a tiny spark of heat in her. Shaking her head slightly to break the heat wave rising between them, she forced herself to ignore the shocked look he wore as she stepped back until a row of connected chairs stopped her retreat.
She wasn’t staying long enough to dally with the locals. Especially not these locals. Still, had they been this magnificent before she left? After all, Hans, her bodyguard, was a very fine specimen of manhood but this man made him look like a thug. Oh Freya, don’t think about such things. This man is an escort, nothing more. A transport driver. Chauffer. Hired help.
“Fine, have it your way. Helvete.” She gave him an insincerely sweet smile to cover her sudden lack of breath and wildly beating heart. No panic attacks!
His gaze had just wandered to the woman obviously waiting with her, but cut immediately back at her use of the local term. Let him figure out how she knew the old Nordic word for Hell. She knew the word in more languages than he was probably aware even existed.
Before he could question her, she regained control of her emotions and nodded to the bulky bundle in his hands. “Is that for me?”
“Yes. I wasn’t told there were two of you, though.” Uncertainly he set down a pair of boots and held out an insulated parka and high-waisted pants that matched the outerwear he wore. The unzipped parka showed a thin, white silk undershirt clinging to what looked like a muscular chest. “They’ll be more comfortable without the jeans and sweater you’re wearing.”
Ignoring the lift of his eyebrow and the challenge in his eyes, she squared her shoulders and took the outerwear from him, setting it on a chair. “My secretary has accommodations here and will see to the bulk of my luggage. That pile will go with me now.” With a wave of her hand she indicated half a dozen soft and hard cases, then grasped the bottom of her wool sweater and lifted it over her head. Hans, with the help of Sophia, her personal maid, had control of the trunks and suitcases that made this pile look like luggage for a day trip.
His gulp was loud enough for her to hear as she carefully pulled the sweater over her neatly coiled hair. Bet he wasn’t expecting her to strip down in the public lounge to the clinging fire-red silk shirt she wore under a bright blue, wool sweater. Handing the discarded garment to Fiona, she quickly toed off her woolen shoes and shimmied out of her jeans.
Lust flared in his eyes as his gaze took in her lower body encased in clinging silk leggings to match the top. Disregarding the sudden pebbling of her nipples in response to the nearly physical caress of his perusal, she glanced at Fiona and saw her secretary smirking at the man’s reaction. So he noticed she only wore the long silk underwear and no other under items? Knowing she’d be in tight quarters for a few days, she’d opted out of wearing additional under things. Stepping into the thick, cold-weather pants, she added an extra wiggle as they slid up over her hips. When she felt her unbound breasts jiggle in response, she glanced up in time to see his jaw tighten. Yup, he noticed. Not laughing was a strain as she watched him shuffle his feet and make a point of looking away.
“So, handsome escort, what might your name be?” she asked, while tightening the shoulder straps that held up the garment. The soft fur lining was a lover’s caress against her body through the silk. Fur seal, a distant cousin to the seals of Earth and prized for its deep sable softness, she mentally sent a sigh of thanks to the spirit of the animal who had given up its life to feed the tribesmen, and its skin to keep her warm. One of the very rare luxuries of living on the iceball, known to the universe as Nordia.
After a startled frown, a slow smile spread across his face at her impertinent tone. It was almost too easy to bet no one usually talked to him so casually. Liked a sassy female, did he? Maybe the trip would be entertaining after all.
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Morgan Q. O’Reilly
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
Hot Scenes in the cold North Woods!
How do we authors find inspiration for our stories? Sometimes the tiniest detail can tuck itself in a corner of our minds and lie in wait for the perfect moment.
We used to live in the North Woods, and we love sending our characters there. Nick and Daisy (Willow Smoke, Awe-Struck ) are urbanites who live in Chicago, but he builds canoes and takes her to the North Woods on a camping trip. Undercover Cop Nancy Appleby in The Unmasking (New Concepts) loves all things outdoors and is at home in the North Woods whatever the season.
We used to live in the North Woods, and we love sending our characters there. Nick and Daisy (Willow Smoke, Awe-Struck ) are urbanites who live in Chicago, but he builds canoes and takes her to the North Woods on a camping trip. Undercover Cop Nancy Appleby in The Unmasking (New Concepts) loves all things outdoors and is at home in the North Woods whatever the season.Our own woods were full of balsam fir. We loved its rich scent and started reading everything we could about it. Deer will often use the protection of its canopy for shelter during the storms of winter. Balsam is one of the nation's favorite Christmas trees, and it's also greatly coveted for its supple boughs that are easily shaped into wreaths and garlands.
So when our heroine Nancy decides she and Matt need a steamy break from the exertions of cross country skiing, what better canopy and cushion to give them than the protective cover and supple boughs of balsam?
We'd love to hear about other outrageous settings for hot romance - whether you read it, wrote it, or lived it!
Amanda Burns
http://www.amandaburnsromance.com/
So when our heroine Nancy decides she and Matt need a steamy break from the exertions of cross country skiing, what better canopy and cushion to give them than the protective cover and supple boughs of balsam?We'd love to hear about other outrageous settings for hot romance - whether you read it, wrote it, or lived it!
Amanda Burns
http://www.amandaburnsromance.com/
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
What is seduction?
Last night, I started thinking about the name of our little group, Midnight Seductions Authors. I like the name because its sexy and fun, but what does it mean?
The "midnight" and "authors" parts are pretty obvious. It's the "seductions" part that's really interesting to me.
Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary defines seduction as:
1: the act of seducing; especially : the enticement of a person to sexual intercourse
2: something that seduces : temptation
3: something that attracts or charms
In romance novels (and in real life), seduction can be so many different things--a kiss, flirting, foreplay of any kind, a candlelit dinner, music or dancing, a conversation...the list goes on and on! Love can be involved, or not--although in a romance it ususally is.
What is seduction to you?
~Your friendly neighborhood blogmistress
The "midnight" and "authors" parts are pretty obvious. It's the "seductions" part that's really interesting to me.
Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary defines seduction as:
1: the act of seducing; especially : the enticement of a person to sexual intercourse
2: something that seduces : temptation
3: something that attracts or charms
In romance novels (and in real life), seduction can be so many different things--a kiss, flirting, foreplay of any kind, a candlelit dinner, music or dancing, a conversation...the list goes on and on! Love can be involved, or not--although in a romance it ususally is.
What is seduction to you?
~Your friendly neighborhood blogmistress
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
A REAL FRIEND IS ONE WHO WALKS IN WHEN THE REST OF THE WORLD WALKS OUT
This doesn’t have anything to do with erotic romance writing, or any sexual content. These are my thoughts of how I look at the MSA group.
Since belonging to the Midnight Seduction Author’s group, I’ve found the above quote true. We have such a diverse group of talented writers that are always ready to help each other when the need arises. Whether it’s to point them in the direction of a publisher accepting new writers, or steering them away from one they know will not further their friends career.
Another thing I like about our group is the openness every one shows. Every time someone announces they just signed a new contract for a book, all the authors make it a point to show how excited they feel for their friend by sending congratulations to them. This is the meaning of a true friend.
The fact that other members will step in from our close knit group and try to help the owners of the site carry on with everyday business when life gets in the way and they need a break is an ultimate friend.
Here’s hoping we continue along the same line for a long time to come.
Mary Suzanne
Since belonging to the Midnight Seduction Author’s group, I’ve found the above quote true. We have such a diverse group of talented writers that are always ready to help each other when the need arises. Whether it’s to point them in the direction of a publisher accepting new writers, or steering them away from one they know will not further their friends career.
Another thing I like about our group is the openness every one shows. Every time someone announces they just signed a new contract for a book, all the authors make it a point to show how excited they feel for their friend by sending congratulations to them. This is the meaning of a true friend.
The fact that other members will step in from our close knit group and try to help the owners of the site carry on with everyday business when life gets in the way and they need a break is an ultimate friend.
Here’s hoping we continue along the same line for a long time to come.
Mary Suzanne
Monday, May 12, 2008
Kissa's Southern Foods
My topic this month- food. We all eat it. We all love it. Some of us love to make it.
Here in the south we have some foods that aren't found anywhere else in the United States. This is puzzling to me. Why can't I go north of the Mason-Dixon line and get hashbrowns? I went to a Bob Evans once and they told me they had them, I got chopped up potatoes. Hashbrowns are shredded people! What is the deal with the tea? Surely the rest of the country can't like that bitter, yuck taste that comes from unsweetened tea? : )
Here are a few of the foods I can only get close to home:
These are not to be mistaken for Tasty Cakes or Little Debbies. These come in a package, they're flavored with chocolate, banana, strawberry, or orange and they can be double-deckers.
These are made from shredded potatoes and come with all sorts of toppings including chili, cheese, peppers, jalepenos, etc. The link will take you to Waffle House. We eat there. Especially after drinking or in the middle of the night.
Yes we eat these with breakfast. My hubby has to have red-eye gravy with his but I'm a cheese gal. I even buy 'em at the local Burger King on my way to work. The link will take you to a wonderful recipe- Shrimp 'n Grits! And yes hominy is the same thing.
Yes, these are parts of the pig. Yes we do put them in our cornbread. The link will take you to a recipe.
Same thing different name. Yes, another part of the pig. The guts to be exact. We boil and deep fry these intestines and eat 'em up. Some even put 'em on white bread and use a little Miracle Whip. Restaurants around these parts even have chitlin days. You do have to plan it around the hog killing time 'cause fresh ones are best!
(I have tasted them, not something I eat every day)
Oh yeah we eat those- long as they're cooked with lots of hog jawls. Yes, that is also part of the pig. You can't good flavor without a little meat in your veggies. Sometimes we deep fry 'em too. I have to mention Collards here. We buy 'em by the bushelful and cook 'em all day long. You can even use the potliquor to dip your cornbread in.
You won't find better fried chicken than we have here in the south. We fry a lot of things- catfish, hushpuppies, chicken, porkchops (couldn't leave out that pig!), and heck we even fry beef. We bread it and smother that sucker in gravy. You might call it country fried steak. Mmm, mmm, good! And just so you know, this absolutely, positively must be done in an old black iron skillet.
I love me some of those. All you need is flour, lard, and buttermilk. What could be easier right? Well, some seem to have a hard time with this one and they head for the frozen food section. I can get biscuits up north I will admit. What I can't get is muscadine jelly or Red-Eye gravy to go on top of 'em. So basically, why would I eat them up there?
For everything that can't be breaded, fried, or boiled we bar-b-que it. This means hours of slow cooking. Mmm, mmm, I love me some of that! (You guessed it- pig is the best!)
This is all in fun, but I will say that we really do eat these foods. I use things I know in my writing and I know southern foods and settings. You will find that a lot of my characters are from the south. I celebrate my heritage and hope you do the same. I love to learn about new places and one way I do that is by reading books- fiction or non-fiction. Pick up a book today and learn something new...
I challenge you to put your favorite foods as part of your comment. If you're feeling frisky post a recipe for me to try! I love to try new things.
Kissa Starling
www.kissastarling.com
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Can you really go home again?
I’d like to talk about hometowns today. Yesterday I drove through what I considered my hometown, and to be honest I haven’t been through the town in a while. I’d go down and visit family but hadn’t gone into town. I was shocked. The village feed store had been demolished, Bob’s Gas Station was also leveled and they were putting up a Nice ‘n Easy.
It really made wonder what happen to old town values? Are we just wrapping them in a new package? Or will they be gone forever?
The place were I grew up, you’d go down the street and people would wave. Even if they had no idea who you were. You’d go into a store and if some one was going out, they’d hold the door. Granted a few people do it out of common curtsy, but it’s not the same. I remember my aunts and uncles never locked their doors, now they do. I used to run up and down the street no worries, you just can’t do that now.
It’s really sad, but true. Change is inevitable, and sometimes it sucks.
My question is has this happened in your hometown?
It really made wonder what happen to old town values? Are we just wrapping them in a new package? Or will they be gone forever?
The place were I grew up, you’d go down the street and people would wave. Even if they had no idea who you were. You’d go into a store and if some one was going out, they’d hold the door. Granted a few people do it out of common curtsy, but it’s not the same. I remember my aunts and uncles never locked their doors, now they do. I used to run up and down the street no worries, you just can’t do that now.
It’s really sad, but true. Change is inevitable, and sometimes it sucks.
My question is has this happened in your hometown?
Friday, May 9, 2008
Infidelity - An International Pastime
I have long been fascinated with affairs, ever since I was in college and I realized that some married men would screw anything female with legs, as long as the woman presented herself to him in an appealing manner. I was occasionally that woman. It wasn't just men who cheated on their spouses. Women have cheated countless times throughout history.
In one of my earlier articles for Nuts4chic, I wrote about cyber affairs. Is it really cheating if you never meet in person, leaving your sweaty paw prints all over the computer screen when interacting with your honey? I recall an article about a guy who was addicted to the online role playing game "Second Life", and his real life wife was not happy that he had cheated on her with a woman he had "married" in the game. I found the real life wife posting on the Yahoo group EverQuest Widows, and she was so pissed about the article and all the new things she learned about her husband's cyber affair that she had decided to divorce his ass.
A man I had interviewed for my nuts4chic article described a near-miss he had with his wife. Here is an excerpt describing that incident:
When Tim's wife opened the Valentine's Day gift he had mailed to her, he knew he was in trouble when she pulled an eight-inch purple butt plug out of the box.
That gift was meant for his cyber playmate. The company had shipped it to the wrong address.
He stammered, telling her it was really for him. He's into bondage and sadistic play. She's not.
He likes cybersex. He likes kinky web sites, in particular BDSM web sites. He said that he had done it "often when I had a day job that allowed unfiltered access to the Internet."
He doesn't consider his cyber-relationships affairs.
"They're flirtations," he said. "There's no face-to-face.
Is it really an affair if it's only on the Internet? What about hot, steamy e-mail exchanges? The concensus from my research into that article was that, yes, indeed, a married person who has cybersex is having an affair. Energy, attention, and sometimes even money are paid to the person who is not the adulterer's spouse.
Here are some movies and books that address the time-honored practice of infidelity:
Anna Karenina
Double Indemnity
Casablanca
The Scarlet Letter
Body Heat
Same Time, Next Year
The Bridges Of Madison County
Indecent Proposal
Brief Encounter
The Postman Always Rings Twice
52 Pick Up
Check my blog over the next couple of weeks for information about my upcoming Nuts4chic article about famous sex scandals. Affairs figure prominently amongst the scandals. Former President Bill Clinton is better known today for Monica Lewinsky's blow jobs than for much of his public policy. Ministers such as Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart have seen their empires fall due to their inability to keep it in their pants. Former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer saw his power crumble after the public got wind of his own carryings on with a prostitution ring. I discuss many of these sex scandals in my upcoming Nuts4chic article. Read my blog over the next couple of weeks for news about when it comes out.
Actors are also well known for their affairs. Katherine Hepburn has long been known to be Spencer Tracy's lover, but his wife would not give him a divorce because they were Catholic. Elizabeth Taylor cheated on Eddie Fisher with Richard Burton, and later married Burton. Twice. When Billy Bob Thornton met Angelina Jolie, he was living with Laura Dern. Dern had once stated that "I left home to work on a movie, and while I was away, my boyfriend got married, and I've never heard from him again." Angelina Jolie made the news again when she was linked with a very married Brad Pitt. As anyone with a pulse knows by now, Pitt left wife Jennifer Aniston and hooked up with Jolie. They are still together, and Jolie's pregnancies and adopted children have made gossip columnists very happy.
While affairs in literature and movies are often tragic, they can be very funny. My new short story "Caught!", published by eXcessica Publishing, involves an affair between Kevin and Betsy. The problem is that while they are busy doing the nasty, Betsy's husband Dean arrives home early from work. Will Kevin and Betsy get themselves out of this mess, and how will they do it? You'd be surprised when you read the book and see the creative way Kevin has of handling his dilemma. Keep in mind that the seagull on the book's cover is very important to the plot.
Here is information on buying the story:
Elizabeth Black - Caught!
So, affairs are common, but they can also be devastating. I've never been with a man who cheated on me, but I have been involved with married men when I was younger and much more reckless. For any woman who is considering the idea of having an affair with a married man, I can tell you due to my experience that he isn't worth it. For one thing, it's likely that he would cheat on you should he leave his wife for you. Then again, most married men don't leave their wives for their mistresses. You're in for a lonely life if you have an affair with a married man.
Affairs have been great fodder for literature and movies for many years, and they will continue to draw crowds. If you want to read a comic take on an affair, read my story "Caught!"
Brazilian Wax, The way to a man's. . .
The age of hairless, or at least trimmed, pubic areas is upon us. Is this a fad? I don’t know, but as a man, I hope not. I love the unobstructed view of a woman’s mound and private parts. So cool! So stimulating! Hey, men have been letting it hang out for eons, Now, it’s our turn, so girls…don’t be shy, let it all hang out.
I like this fad so much that every women in my stories, whom I get that far with, has at least a nice trim, but more often is smooth as a baby. Maybe I’ll even add that other fad of the generation a tattoo. A coiled snake like Mora had in Fortune Cookies or a black widow spider complete with web, like Kelsey had for her former Hells Angel boyfriend—Spider—in LEGS or a piercing like Rachel and Chloe have in Getting Naked at the Hilton. So if you want to be in one of my stories, the pubes gotta go.
Rumor has it that this phenomenon started in America in the late eighties with seven Brazilian sisters in New York City.
For all you curious women (and men) out there, I have managed to dig up the professional procedure for waxing.
Brazilian waxing is a type of waxing involving the bikini area.
The Brazilian wax removes the hair around the panty line, leaving back what is known as a landing strip or a broader vertical strip.
Brazilian wax is harder than most depilatory wax. Because it cools to become more solid, it misses less hairs. That is why this wax is better for Brazilian bikini wax jobs.
This is most popular with twenty and thirty-somethings, among whom thong underwear is most popular - but waxers say they also see teenagers and senior citizens. Approximately 25 percent of the Beauty Craze salon clients opt for "everything off."
Girls in their 20s have Brazilian wax done because it is expected of them in their generation. It is just as expected as shaving your legs for that age group.
Brazilian Wax Procedure
It starts with baby powder, talcum powder, or oil being spread over the area to be waxed. This prevents the hot wax from sticking to the skin.
Then hot wax is spread over the area from which hair is to be removed. The wax is allowed to harden briefly, then one edge of the wax strip is pulled up and used as a 'tab' to pull off the rest of the wax, usually in the direction opposite of hair growth. The waxer then works his or her way around the body systematically removing the hair from the genital area, buttocks, and anus. (Guys wouldn’t that be a great career. Mmmmm. I’d love to be a Brazilian waxer.)
Tweezers are used to remove any stray hairs that the waxing missed. Finally, the remaining pubic hair - "landing strip" - is either trimmed with scissors, or waxed off if the client requests it. The remaining hair may even be in a particular pattern (hearts are a popular option).
The pain involved with Brazilian wax can be mild or more severe and can last from several seconds to minutes. Most who are willing to endure the procedure feel that the result is worth the discomfort. Furthermore, most feel that the procedure becomes less painful with subsequent treatments. Products are also available to lessen the pain, such as topical anesthetics.
Optionally, a hair inhibitor can be used, which will slow the regrowth of hair and may stop regrowth altogether. The results generally last up to two months.
The procedure takes 15 to 30 minutes and can cost between $60 to $100. (I’d do it for free)
Before you get a Brazilian Bikini Wax done, shop around for the salon and spend some time inquiring about the person who will be attending to you.
Reputable salons use high quality waxes that are gentle on the skin. They will follow up with a soothing lotion containing Aloe Vera or Calamine Lotion which reduce the itching and discomfort.
Why Is Brazilian Waxing So Popular?
Many just enjoy the clean feeling that comes with being hairless. Some who did it just to wear thongs or a small bikini, keep it up because "it just feels great"!
Some say that if you ever want to spice up your sex life, get a Brazilian wax and seductive perfume. (Is there any doubt?)
The Advantages of Brazilian Waxing Are:
• You feel clean, shiny, sexy and smooth
• Your partner may find it a turn on (I’ll say)
• It enhances intercourse and sex. (If that isn’t enough to get your interest, you must be dead)
• It lasts between ten days and three weeks
• In the above period it needs no maintenance
What are the Disadvantages of Brazilian Waxing?
For most people the biggest disadvantage is the pain factor but this lessens with subsequent Brazilian waxing and in most cases the pain in not as bad as anticipated.
Where to get a Brazilian Wax
A Brazilian wax initially should to be carried out by a professional, or you can do it at home yourself but be careful and read the instructions carefully.
For convenience, this treatment can also be done by using the services of a mobile spa. (Wow. They come to you.)
If you are a wax virgin you might want to consider starting with the bikini line area first, before graduating to a full bikini and then finally the Brazilian wax.
You should discuss your requirements with your beauty therapist beforehand and ensure you feel completely comfortable before carrying out the procedure.
Is it Worth it? (I think so)
For most women 15 minutes of discomfort is a small price to pay for the way you feel after a Brazilian Wax and have their new new look.
A Brazilian wax provides a long lasting sensual feeling that can be enjoyed by both you and your partner – the general consensus – grit your teeth and stop beating around bush.
What the article failed to tell you is that on a full, get rid of every hair, procedure, the subject is required to get into some uncomfortable and mortifying positions, so if you’re a bit shy, you may want to stay with the straight bikini wax.
Now, I’m not saying it’s a sure thing, but should you decide to try this procedure, expect a lot more dreamy tongue in your life. You can thank me later.
Signing out, Dee
Oh, I almost forgot. LEGS is coming out on May 15th. Get it!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Did Someone Say Erotic?
What I want to talk about today is erotic blogging.
Now this is what I've noticed about erotic blogs--sometimes known as sex blogs too! To me there is a fine line between a sex blog and an erotic blog. Sort of like the difference between porn and erotic romance. A sex blog is pure sex and there is basically no substance to the post. I've seen sex blogs that simply put up a porn video and that's the blog! I've also seen some with only pics. I've seen some sex blogs that bloggers use as their own sex diary. Actually those are pretty cool, if you can stand some of the sex they are having. Some weird stuff going on out there for sure. lol And I consider myself to be a pretty open person.
Then there are blogs that I don't think push the envelope enough. If you are an author of erotic romance I think you've got to be willing to explore sexuality. Some authors think that by posting an erotic excerpt that their blog is an erotic blog. MMMMM....well, I don't think so. We post those naughty excerpts on groups. Does that make them erotic groups? It's ok of course for an author to just maintain a regular blog. Some of them are quite inventive...others are just boring. But let's face it, SEX SELLS!!!
I like to do blog posts that use what I write or my experiences and thoughts as a writer and incorporate all that with sex. For instance, I posted a blog entitled DOES SIZE REALLY MATTER? on the Nice n' Naughty Blog I contribute to. Was it all about the size of a man's penis? No. I used descriptions that we authors use in our books for the size of our hero's penis as the cause for my question--Does Size Really Matter? Have you ever noticed that no author writes a man's penis as being small or needle-like or short or limp? Our poor heroes walk around 24/7 with raging hard ons at least a foot long and as big around as a saucer. How those poor men walk is a mystery to me!
So my advice to authors is this: If you are going to do an erotic blog--make it sexy!
Now to the real meat of today's post. lol...My fellow author and friend, Jade Twilight and I are launching a new erotic blog on May 12. Today is the last day to get in on our NAME THAT BLOG! contest. Send your idea for the name of our blog to:
tessmackall@gmail.com or jadetwilight13@gmail.com --Just remember, if you are the winner, the blog name is ours. Also, we may select a winner and just use part of your idea or use something completely different. Either way, we will give the winner with the best idea a $5 gift certificate to the e publisher of their choice. So don't forget to enter today.
The first week or so of our blog launch, Jade and I will be talking about sexual fantasies. Yep! And we have asked people to send us their fantasies too. We've gotten some pretty good ones. We are low on men's fantasies though, which surprises the hell out of me. I know they have them! I sent a friend of mine an email and told him that I was asking on groups for fantasies. Didn't take him an hour to send me his. It was pretty detailed lol..And he personalized it--made it all about me! God I love that man. Whew! HAWT!
So send us a fantasy. Use the above email addresses. We won't use your name unless you ask us to. Some peeps care, some don't.
Now for my questions. How far is too far on an erotic blog? What kind of posts would you like to see Jade and I do? Do you want a lot of pics? Do you want free stories? Would you like us to paint you a sex scene from time to time? Do you enjoy reading about the latest gadgetry in sexual aides? Do you want "how to" info?
Of course you don't have to answer all the questions. Just tell us a bit about your overall likes, dislikes and give us a general opinion. Can't wait for the launch and all those fantasies. YUMMY!!!!!!
Blowing Kisses,
Tess
Coming Soon from Freya's Bower--Gabriel's Ride Book One and Two
Coming Soon from Whiskey Creek Torrid--His Sweet Obsession
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Novella in a Month? AKA Cassandra is frazzled!
Okay, I suck. Big time. This was supposed to be posted on the sixth, and even though I'm fudging the date so as not to mess up anyone else, I'm late on my blog. Seems like I've been late to everything lately. :(
Why is Cassandra frazzled? The evil day job is a huge factor. May's one of the worst months to be a teacher, what with end of the year stuff, meetings, paperwork to finish, and crazy behavior from previously normal sixth and seventh graders.
Another thing that's been driving me insane lately is my lack of inspiration writing-wise. I wasn't making any headway trying to fix that problem on my own, so I decided to give myself a bit of a kick-start. I signed up for the Novella in a Month Challenge over at CataUniversity. Basically, during the month of May I have to write 25,000 words. So far I've managed just over 4,100, which is better than I've been doing lately without the looming deadline and the encouragement of the other participants.
I'm going crazy with all the stuff that's going on, but my writing seems to be going better. I don't know if signing up for the challenge was genius, or insane. What do you all think? ;) You can follow my progress at my Myspace blog: http://www.myspace.com/cassandragold
Why is Cassandra frazzled? The evil day job is a huge factor. May's one of the worst months to be a teacher, what with end of the year stuff, meetings, paperwork to finish, and crazy behavior from previously normal sixth and seventh graders.
Another thing that's been driving me insane lately is my lack of inspiration writing-wise. I wasn't making any headway trying to fix that problem on my own, so I decided to give myself a bit of a kick-start. I signed up for the Novella in a Month Challenge over at CataUniversity. Basically, during the month of May I have to write 25,000 words. So far I've managed just over 4,100, which is better than I've been doing lately without the looming deadline and the encouragement of the other participants.
I'm going crazy with all the stuff that's going on, but my writing seems to be going better. I don't know if signing up for the challenge was genius, or insane. What do you all think? ;) You can follow my progress at my Myspace blog: http://www.myspace.com/cassandragold
Monday, May 5, 2008
Do you eat in front of the computer?
Okay, so as I sit here in front of the computer, wondering what to blog about, I’m munching on cookies and crackers. Nope not the best thing to be eating, especially at 11PM. Last night it was carrot sticks.
I probably won’t get to bed until 1 or 2 AM, and hopefully I can catch Talk Sex with Sue. The little eyes are not home, so the TV’s all mine.
Did you hear that evil cackle? Yes, the TV’s all mine. LOL.
How many of you sit and munch while in front of the computer?
Not only do I eat bite sized stuff, but I’ll eat dinner in front of it if I’m on a deadline. Now where’s that treadmill? LOL, oh yeah, right in front of my TV.
It all started when I quit smoking three years ago. And before you ask…nope I didn’t smoke in the house, or in front of my computer. Figure that one out.
It’s weird, like my hands just have to do something if I sit for a moment to reread and edit something.
So what else is this girl up to…
well I have a surprise for those attending the MSA chat at The Romance Erotica Connection on Friday May 23rd. Why… *Grins* Well, because my birthday is the 24th. See how that works.
So at NOON on the 23rd, I’ll be tossing up something special.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Romance_erotica_connection
Let’s see, what else…
I finished the first round of edits for The Devil Himself, coming to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid In July, and have spoken with the cover artist. This is so exciting. I love putting it all together.
Here’s a teaser to get your imagination flowing…
What happens when The Jersey Devil finds his soul mate?
He rescues her, mates with her and fights to break his curse from the demon that created him.
It’s an aggressively hot, paranormal romance with animal instincts.
I probably won’t get to bed until 1 or 2 AM, and hopefully I can catch Talk Sex with Sue. The little eyes are not home, so the TV’s all mine.
Did you hear that evil cackle? Yes, the TV’s all mine. LOL.
How many of you sit and munch while in front of the computer?
Not only do I eat bite sized stuff, but I’ll eat dinner in front of it if I’m on a deadline. Now where’s that treadmill? LOL, oh yeah, right in front of my TV.
It all started when I quit smoking three years ago. And before you ask…nope I didn’t smoke in the house, or in front of my computer. Figure that one out.
It’s weird, like my hands just have to do something if I sit for a moment to reread and edit something.
So what else is this girl up to…
well I have a surprise for those attending the MSA chat at The Romance Erotica Connection on Friday May 23rd. Why… *Grins* Well, because my birthday is the 24th. See how that works.
So at NOON on the 23rd, I’ll be tossing up something special.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Romance_erotica_connection
Let’s see, what else…
I finished the first round of edits for The Devil Himself, coming to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid In July, and have spoken with the cover artist. This is so exciting. I love putting it all together.
Here’s a teaser to get your imagination flowing…
What happens when The Jersey Devil finds his soul mate?
He rescues her, mates with her and fights to break his curse from the demon that created him.
It’s an aggressively hot, paranormal romance with animal instincts.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
The Joys of Cover Art
So I got my cover art package for Vampire Oracle:Power yesterday, and I'm drooling over it. Cobblestone Press is reknowned for awesome cover art, and I'm so glad my cover is no exception.
It got me thinking though, what would happen if I hated my cover. What would I do? I guess I'd just have to accept it. I'm the author, not the cover artist.
But, my God, wouldn't it suck?
As a reader, I'm drawn to pretty covers. Of course, if I don't like the blurb and excerpt, I won't buy it. But the cover is the first step for me. Below is a selection from my ebook collection. All of them have eye-catching covers (and all of them are hot books!)
E-publishing used to have a bad name for cover art, but I think we can safely say that has changed dramatically over the last year or so. These covers are hot and classy, the same covers that you would see on the erotic romance shelf in your local bookstore.
So what about you? As a reader, do you go straight for the pretty covers? Would you buy solely on a good cover, or do you need to see the blurb and excerpt?
Writers- how important is your cover to you? Would you reject a cover if you didn't like it? Do you find a good cover has any bearings on the popularity of the book?
Before I go, I'll leave you with my cover. Power releases on the 4th of July and I can hardly wait!
Have a great Sunday everyone!
It got me thinking though, what would happen if I hated my cover. What would I do? I guess I'd just have to accept it. I'm the author, not the cover artist.
But, my God, wouldn't it suck?
As a reader, I'm drawn to pretty covers. Of course, if I don't like the blurb and excerpt, I won't buy it. But the cover is the first step for me. Below is a selection from my ebook collection. All of them have eye-catching covers (and all of them are hot books!)
E-publishing used to have a bad name for cover art, but I think we can safely say that has changed dramatically over the last year or so. These covers are hot and classy, the same covers that you would see on the erotic romance shelf in your local bookstore.
So what about you? As a reader, do you go straight for the pretty covers? Would you buy solely on a good cover, or do you need to see the blurb and excerpt?
Writers- how important is your cover to you? Would you reject a cover if you didn't like it? Do you find a good cover has any bearings on the popularity of the book?
Before I go, I'll leave you with my cover. Power releases on the 4th of July and I can hardly wait!
Have a great Sunday everyone!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Favorite paranormal creatures!
As a reader and writer of paranormal romances, I find myself drawn to both vampires and the fae/sidhe/fairies. Sometimes I'll go for a good ghost story! I like reading about otherworldly creatures with a hint of mystery to them and enough humanity to be able to understand and/or identify with them.
My series of books known as the Dark Moon series, the first of which is now contracted by Freya's Bower and is called Blood of the Dark Moon deals with vampires and magicians. I am also hard at work on a new series of books dealing with witches and the fae. I've always loved reading dark fantasy and paranormal books, and I think that has reflected itself in my writing. :)
What are your favorite paranormal creatures to either read or write about? Werewolves? Shapeshifters in general? Ghosts? Aliens? Fairies? Vampires? And why do you like them so much?
Spill! :D
Love & Magic,
-A
My series of books known as the Dark Moon series, the first of which is now contracted by Freya's Bower and is called Blood of the Dark Moon deals with vampires and magicians. I am also hard at work on a new series of books dealing with witches and the fae. I've always loved reading dark fantasy and paranormal books, and I think that has reflected itself in my writing. :)
What are your favorite paranormal creatures to either read or write about? Werewolves? Shapeshifters in general? Ghosts? Aliens? Fairies? Vampires? And why do you like them so much?
Spill! :D
Love & Magic,
-A
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