Friday, January 30, 2009
Like now when the computer doesn't want to load your post at 7am this morning. heheh.
I'm currently at a standstill, literary standoff (Guns and whips blazing)
I sure have, usually my characters start having parties with the muses and they go away to Jamaica. They'll send me a post card from time to time. Tell me that things are great and they are hoping I'm doing wonderful trying to figure out how to make the story go.
Yeah....I don't like that.
With my latest book, Torrid Teasers 44 it was easy. The story came and bam there you go. But with this new book, tentatively called Shadowed Heart I am wondering where the muses are, why they havent' called recently but most importantly if they are on Jamaica with all my other muses that have suddenly disappeared.
It isn't a writers block, because the ideas and development of the stories are still there and strong as ever. Its only a lull in the design and flow of the novel.
As a writer, what do you do to overcome the limbo?
As a reader, have you ever had moments where things just stall on you? What do you do to get your ideas back on the same track.
I personally would love to know!
Talk to you next month all, the muse just called and she's visiting my home island of Puerto Rico. Slippery little sucker is traveling without me!
Mila Ramos, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Now it's time for part two. I hope all of you who asked for a bakery setting are happy...
Kyle seemed to consider for a moment, and then he shrugged. “Okay. Thanks.” He took his mug and donut and wandered over to the table nearest the counter.
A quick glance at the clock told Cory what he wanted to know. He rounded the counter, throwing a smile over his shoulder at Kyle as he strode across the floor to the door. “Closing time. I don’t want any stragglers coming in.” He turned the lock and flipped the sign from “Open” to “Closed.”
“Other than me, you mean?”
Cory winked. “You’re not a straggler. You’re a loyal regular.”
Kyle laughed. “You don’t have to butter me up. The donuts alone would keep me coming back.” He bit into the donut, closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss.
Cory stopped and stared, transfixed by Kyle’s expression. A bit of glaze lingered on Kyle’s lips, and Cory wondered if he could make that blissful look stay by licking it off. Not that he would ever do such a thing, of course. Kyle was a customer. Not to mention several years older, and probably straight.
Even so, he found himself walking over to the table. He surprised himself by sitting down—next to Kyle, not across from him. What was he doing? He should get up and get back to work, but that would look dumb after he’d just come over here. To cover his sudden nervous confusion, Cory asked, “Do you like working at the hospital?”
Kyle looked up from his coffee, his big eyes serious. “Most of the time. Sometimes, like tonight, it’s tough.” Apparently oblivious to Cory’s discomfort, he took another bite of his donut.
Kyle’s tongue swiped across his lower lip to catch a stray bit of glaze. Cory tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. Even Kyle’s throat working as he took a gulp of his coffee was sexy.
At last Kyle finished his donut. He looked at his sticky fingers for a moment, and then he laughed and started to lick the sugar off them. Cory thought he would die right then and there.
“Need any help with that?”
Oh, shit. He couldn’t possibly have said that out loud.
Kyle froze, his wide eyes telling Cory he had indeed spoken his thoughts.
Shit, shit, shit. For a long, awkward moment, neither of them said a word. Cory felt heat creeping up his face. “Wow. That was dumb, even for me.” He cringed, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my brain.”
He started to stand, but Kyle’s next words stopped him. “Are you taking back your offer?”
“Wh…what?” Cory gaped at the other man, certain he couldn’t have heard what he thought he had.
Kyle leaned forward until they were only inches apart. “You asked me if I need any help. Well, I do.” He held out his still-messy hand. “You wouldn’t want a loyal regular to be disappointed in your service, would you?”
“No, of course not.” Cory scanned Kyle’s face for any sign the man was joking. He saw none. An almost giddy feeling filled him at Kyle’s intent expression. He could hardly believe Kyle might want him too.
Trying not to grin like a fool, he caught Kyle’s wrist. “Let me just take care of this for you, then.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Don't you just love a cliff-hanger? Muahahahaaaaaa!
Part three will be posted on February 6.
Double or Nothing, coming soon to Cobblestone Press!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Here’s the deal. In the workplace men and women are developing these relationships with members of the opposite sex that go beyond professional working relationships. They flirt, bicker like couples, and rely on one another emotionally.
“Experts” are saying that these relationships make for a more productive work environment. They enable people to enjoy their jobs more, make it easier to get up and go to work in the morning. AND they claim office spouses also allow for healthier relationships with real spouses at home. ???? WTF?
So here’s my question: Where’s the line? What constitutes betrayal of the real spouse? Kissing? Sexual contact? Heavy innuendo and flirting? How emotionally attached to one another do office spouses become?
I completely understand office friendships. But at what point do they become “office spouses” and doesn’t the name itself imply things have gone a little too far if you already have a spouse? Hello! Polygamy is not widely accepted in this country or in most marriages.
And what happens outside of work? Is it ok to meet your office spouse for dinner? Isn’t that a date night?
I used to work in an office and I had friends (both male and female) at work that I never spent time with outside of work. I think that’s normal and healthy. Did I ever joke around with any of the attorneys or record execs I worked with? Sure. Were some of them nice to look at? A few. Did I think of them as husbands or even boyfriends. Hell no. Does my husband flirt with the nurses he works with every day. Hell yes. Is he married to them at work? He damn sure better not be.
Am I alone in this confusion? Somebody please tell me something that makes sense. I don’t get this at all. Business friendships. Ok. I understand. An additional “spouse” at the office. You just lost me.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I was sitting at home minding my own business on Sunday afternoon, working madly on my new book Molokai Man (don't you just love shameless plugs?) when I received a phone call from one of my favorite pipples in the whole world asking me for a date.
"A.J. I need my A.J. fix. I need some quality time with you," was my date's opening line. Who could resist that? Man, I was so happy I even washed the damned car!
I should add at this point I was a little...okay a lot stressed out about work and money and the usual blah blah blah when my date called back and said, "I think we should go to Duke's at the beach because sunset is so beautiful at the beach. And we can take the dog."
Attention single readers: the way to a man's heart is to suggest dinner at his favorite restaurant and bringing his dog.
So Venus and I rolled up in West Hollywood to collect our date. Venus whinnied like a pony. She too, is in love, and after giving our date multiple kisses - and I noticed she slipped our date some tongue - we were on our way.
My date picked out some cool music on the IPod and sang along.
"Love your shoes," I said, as I swung onto Sunset Boulevard.
"I know, I think they're rather sexy."
For the first time all day I laughed hard and long. My date you see, was my 10 year old god daughter Eleanna.
The next time you need a dose of fun, reality and truth, take out a child you know. You will lose years from your life and hours from your day and you will never regret it.
Eleanna never fails to inspire me. It's amazing but true. She notices everything and my dad, whose single most influential trick was to teach me and my brothers applaud sunsets, also passed it on to her. She stood on her seat, got the whole restaurant clapping as the sun set over the Pacific and she annouced blissfully, "I just love God. Don't you?"
I was having a blast.
Attention single men: (No I am not single, I'm happily a deux with my fab Canuck but I am reporting this in the interest of those still looking) if you want attention, go somewhere with a kid and a dog. Nobody will leave you alone.
Eleanna and I had a whale of a time swapping dishes at Duke's. She's so loved there we got a huge chunk of hula pie given to us by our waiter and were happily demolishing it when she mentioned her boyfriend.
"Boyfriend?" I blurted. "Who is he? I'll kill him."
"Oh, A.J." Eleanna rolled her eyes and licked her spoon. "Of course I have a boyfriend. How old do you think I should be before I have one?"
"Thirty five," I said and three guys at the next table burst into laughter.
When I took her home, Eleanna's fathers - my best friends Chris and Tracy - accompanied us down Santa Monica Boulevard in search of hot chocolate on a cold, cold night. Chris and I had a wonderful discussion about the effective ways we could bump off Eleanna's boyfriend.
We're both Greek and given to extreme emotions.
My personal favorite was feeding him to that canny crocodile in the Los Angeles River...
Tracy, lucky for Eleanna, has a strong dose of the rational gene. "I think he could be sent somewhere...far..."
You know what's weird? When I mentioned the boyfriend problem to my Canuck he had the exact same response!
Chris however, thinks like I do. "Yeah, we could send him to the fucking moon!"
"Not that far darling," Tracy said calmly. "His parents might miss him."
All I know is this. There is a long line of pipples waiting, just waiting for somebody to lay a hand on our girl and the moon won't be far enough for the pimply little git to run.
For now I will just cherish each and every moment that my girl still wants to spend quality time with me, that I am the one she reaches out to for fun and good laughs. For me however, she will always be My Hot Date.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Boy, was I wrong. One of the most important things on my list of things to do was phzzt gone from my mind until I looked at the clock and realized--I needed to post my blog today.
It's sad that I'm not a blonde, I think I would do so well as one on those days when my brains leak out and leave nothing but air behind.
But that's a bit of a disservice to the pale-haired populace--there are quite a few brilliant blondes out there:
Marilyn Monroe made a fortune as a 'dumb' blonde, but every business move was structured to gain as much leverage from her roles as possible. Nope, not a bubble head.
Jane Mansfield (she predates Marilyn) but what a sharp lady. Beautiful, blonde and brilliant.
Paul Newman, oh my, the heart flutters. It was a great loss when he passed recently. I have to say, not a dumb man and his comment when asked if he'd ever been tempted to stray just makes me sigh. His response was simple: "Why should I go out for hamburger, when I have steak at home?" Nope, not a dumb blond.
Viggo Mortensen (okay, so his hair is light brown--I prefer to call it dark blond) talk about a Renaissance man--he writes poetry and commentary, is a photographer and artist, and one hell of an actor--not to mention sexy as all get out? Again, blond isn't a bad word for this man.
Last but not least, the hero of my latest release (see I knew I could get the subject back around to my new book out--LOL) Bryce Halsey (inspired by Viggo and Judson Scott--think Start Trek III: Wrath of Khan) who has white blond hair and can wrangle business deals with one hand tied behind his back. Although the subject being tied up is usually his perfect submissive, Mattie Lawrence.
If you get a chance to check it out, Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage is available at Loose Id.
Okay, have to rethink my analogies now. Can anyone else think of blondes not representative of the "more hair than wit" faction? Please let me know.
Friday, January 23, 2009
I'm a cowgirl. Grew up doing 4-H which turned into rodeo by the time I hit high school. I did trick riding, pole bending, barrels, keyhole as well as a little bull riding for fun.
So, when my readers asked me to write a cowboy book, I immediately thought back about my rodeo experience and camaraderie of those who put their lives on the line for the entertainment of the crowd.
In my newest release, Sierra and Grant may spend as much time fighting each other as they do fighting the bulls, but the true flavor of the rodeo is there too. I know. Not only did I help pay for school by doing rodeo, I was trained by two of the greats.
Homer and Vera Farris were my next door neighbors growing up. They taught me everything I knew, from how to handle an unruly horse, to how to smile and work a crowd. Homer wasn't just a rodeo star, he did bit-parts in movies and was a horse-handler. But Vera was even more famous. She was one of the top woman rodeo stars and has earned a place in the Rodeo Hall of Fame.
Of course, I didn't know any of this while I was working with them. All I knew was they were my best friends and I loved them dearly. I dedicated this book to both of them and wish they were still around to hear again how much they meant to me.
Interested yet? Let me share the blurb and a link for an excerpt.
Then she goes one toy too far…
Thursday, January 22, 2009
What happened to real men?
When did society stop raising men and start letting little bitches run things? What do I mean by that? Very simply that men aren’t men anymore. I’m not talking about men who are gay or cross dress or who are more in touch with their feminine sides. Or submissive men, I’m not referring to them. And I don’t mean the metrosexual, either.
I’m talking specifically about men who take no responsibility for their actions. I’m talking about men who take no interest in their own self care. When did size 38 become the normal waist for a man?
Hint, it’s not the normal waist size in pants unless the man is over six and a half feet.
Society’s attitude of letting people have “feelings” has gone too far I believe. Men who have taken that attitude too far have made it their personal battle cry when life doesn’t go their way. Example: My best friend’s cousin is a selfish halfwit of twenty one years old who believes he’s entitled to anything left lying around for him.
He uses greedily the things that my best friend and her husband work hard for, like groceries, shampoo, conditioner and other things. He doesn’t offer to replace them, nor does he even make the effort. He’s also a liar. Yet family continues to make excuses for him citing he has no place to live. I hear there’s plenty of room on the street.
That’s not how a man behaves. When I used to shop for pants, I had the most difficult time trying to find pants in my size. Although I’m somewhat an anomaly due to being extra slender and tall, it shouldn’t take me having to drive all over creation to find a pair of pants in my size.
Examples of this I see prevail. Corporate schmucks who won’t make required health and lifestyle choices continue to put away massive amounts of food that’s bad for them and only driving up their health care costs (not to mention the cost of health care for everyone else) because they have no self discipline.
I know and see far too many men behaving badly. What happened to manners? What happened to standards of dress? What happened to standards of living? This isn’t something we can blame on the outgoing administration. Nor can we blame this on the media, sadly. The truth is, it’s our own fault.
My ex Mistress’s ex husband was twenty five when she met him. Guess who played Mommy to a boy who refused to get a job even as he turned 30 this year.
Living in Oakland, I see plenty of homeless people. I can’t feel sorry for them. Mostly I see men who are lazy, lack ambition to seek opportunities around them and put themselves in a better position. I see men who won’t work for something. Yes I do see women too. They’re usually crazy and drunk. But I see them far less than I do the homeless men.
And we as a society give them a pass. Maybe that’s why romance is so popular and is enjoying quite a long time in the spotlight. Our romance heroes are men. None of them are down and out, and if they are, they were that way before we “met” them. They have goals, stick to their word as best they can and handle business. And none of them are in bad health or ill equipped to have a conversation.
Some people have said that these men are unrealistic and that the novels we write set an unrealistic example for men and women everywhere. I disagree. I think the standard that’s being set is one that people in general (mainly men whom I’m bitching about) are too stupid and selfish to acknowledge.
I still tip my hat to many women, still hold a door open for a lady. I still treat my girlfriend like a girlfriend, not a piece of shit that I can abuse at will. I still respect her opinion. If I didn’t, boy you’d all hear about it! And I’m relatively “young.” What’s the excuse of anyone over the age of eighteen?
What say you, fellow Midnight Seductions readers?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
My next release is scheduled for February 13th at Ellora's Cave. It's a vampire tale with a little different heroine. At least the heroine is different from what I usually write.
Ex-prostitute and newbie vampire Amber isn’t thrilled to discover her future is reminiscent of her past. She thought she’d put her past behind her, but when her sire teaches her to feed her immortal needs, she once again preys on men to survive.
Marcus has lived alone for many lifetimes. He is an instructor to newly turned vampires and Amber is his latest pupil. He has had many lovers but she ignites a fire in his blood. Amber tries to resist Marcus’ allure. She’s taken enough instructions while lying down. This time, she’ll learn on her feet because submitting to this dominant male could be addictive.
Marcus is ancient, powerful, unmated—a threat to his kind. His very existence is in peril. He has one last chance. Find his mate and bind her to him.
Marcus’ gaze roamed over the new vampire and lust coiled in his stomach. The desire took him by surprise. His trainee had the power to arouse him. It was an unexpected and very welcome surprise. Long, wavy auburn hair curled around a pretty face with striking blue eyes. She wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful but there was something irresistible about her. He let his gaze travel lower. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her erratic breathing. He was glad she wasn’t immune to him. He licked his lips. Her short skirt displayed long, smooth legs. His cock hardened. This time he not only felt ready but able. His body hummed with desire—he was going to enjoy this assignment. Maybe he would train her longer than necessary. He imagined staying with her until he’d sated his lust but he hoped he never would.
A unique scent teased his senses and he leaned closer, inhaling her fragrance. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through his system, almost doubling him over. His gut knotted as if he’d been sucker punched. Her scent was new, yet familiar. His balls tightened with a need he hadn’t felt in years, if ever. It couldn’t be but it was.
His bond mate. Joy and lust surged within him and he became instantly and unwillingly harder until another scent assaulted him. He snarled, baring his fangs. His feral side raged and the female visibly jumped. “You took her out,” he accused. His narrowed gaze flashed at Lena.
“She was hungry, so I took her to a bar for a snack.” Lena shrugged as she rose from the bed.
He frowned. “You took her to a pub? You should have fed her your blood.”
“She was in control. I taught her what you taught me.”
Anger burned in his gut but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He had taken his time arriving and Lena had taught the newbie as he’d taught her many years ago. He couldn’t really fault her. “She is different.”
“Different?” Lena’s eyes zeroed in on his face. Her nostrils flared as amusement lit her gaze. “Oh this is just too funny. You’ve finally met your match.” She laughed.
“Silence,” Marcus ordered. There was a time and place for everything and this was not the time. He sensed resistance in the new blood and he would not play his hand just yet.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Under the Moon has been my first priority online and in my personal life things have been - well - hectic.
Ever since we were turned down for a house based on the fact I'm an evil pornographer who promotes the gay lifestyle *insert shocked look, and dramatic boos*, we've been running ragged trying to find another house.
We thought we had one but today they changed their mind.
Well, if that hadn't been enough to deal with we've also had two deaths in the family in the past seven days. My Grandmother in the UK on the 14th, and Sam's (my husband) step father on the 16th.
So, my writing time has been few and far between.
I wish I could post something more interesting than that, but this is how life goes sometimes. As such we're off to MN today for the funeral and, yes, you guessed it, we're house hunting whilst we're there.
Monday, January 19, 2009
I know now with html and all the other types of codes out there you can do a lot of different things to a web site. You just have to know what and how to do it. I would love to do something huge and different but when you only know the simple stuff you only do the things you know.
I've seen so many sites that stand out and just say WOW. They are done so well and the graphics are just amazing. I have tried to keep my site simple yet different and so far it has turned out well. I want it to be easy to navigate so that people who visit have no problem finding things.
I know that easy navigation is something people want. Myself included. I want a site that has all the basics like bio, books, contests and so on...
So now I would like to ask your opinion. As someone who goes to author sites, what kind of things do you expect or want to see on their web site? What are the type of things that you dislike or don't want to see?
Wishing you a great day...Thank you for taking the time to leave your opinion........
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I'M NOT VOTING FOR ANYONE! FOR ANYTHING. EVER.
Please don't ask because I'm not changing my mind. For over a month now, every loop imaginable is running some kind of contest to honor authors, and it never fails...every group is inundated with a gazillion begging, pleading emails saying...woohoo, I'm happy dancing, squeeeee. Vote for me because I've just been nominated for the best head-banging sex scene or I've been nominated for having the best hung hero. OH. PLEASE. SPARE ME.
This has gotten so ridiculous that I've set almost every single loop to digest and I automatically delete these posts. It has become glaringly clear not only to me but many other authors that these contests are designed to generate membership. You have to join the group in order to vote for this author whose book you didn't read. Nope. I belong to enough groups already, thank you very much.
I'm not saying there aren't legitimate contests going on. Midnight Seductions had a really cool and legitimate contest with judges and entries that were anonymous. There's nothing wrong with that. Others are perfectly legit, too. I'm speaking of the contests where it's well known that authors get their friends to nominate them and then rig the voting. OR...the author really has balls and nominates herself. When I first started out in this writing biz, I thought from the way everyone was carrying on, these contests were important. They AREN'T. The begging for votes has gotten out of hand to the point it simply makes the beggar look desperate. Who wants to look desperate? Nope. Not me.
Don't we write our stories for READERS? For romance lovers? When did what we do become some kind of pseudo beauty contest amongst ourselves? In the beginning of my career, I'd vote in these things but I'll admit I was conflicted. Not only would I have a number of friends up for the same award but lots of times, I hadn't read the books involved. How could I honestly cast a vote under these circumstances? Yeah, I've been nominated some too but to me it's not a big deal. I'm human and therefore flattered, but you won't catch me asking for votes. I don't want a vote in a popularity contest and that's what these little loop contests are...popularity contests.
So please don't squee at me or ask for my vote. You can happy dance, tap dance or dance on your head. Unless I've read your book and think it worthy, I won't be voting.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Shy, reserved librarian Jennifer Davidson has a secret side that few people know about. She writes erotic spanking romances on the side. She’s never been spanked herself, but when her boyfriend stumbles across one of her books, all that changes.
Nik Evans has always hoped there was a bad girl hiding underneath his prim, proper librarian, but even he is surprised when they begin to explore her fantasies and he finds out just how naughty she can be.
Soon, Jennifer is embarking on a sensual journey of discovery in which she learns that having her bottom warmed for real is better than anything she’d ever written about in her books.
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Friday, January 16, 2009
“Dev! I found it!”
“No, it isn’t. A large hangs on you like a potato sack. This will show off your most perfect features perfectly.” Ginger snatched the shirt from Devyn’s hand. “I’m buying, so you don’t have a say in the size.”
She fell against something hard and warm. Strong arms wrapped around her, and a deep chuckle rumbled under her cheek. Devyn’s hands flew out to grasp thick biceps of iron in an effort to regain her balance.
She was wrong about the location of her blood. All of it rushed to her face, making her feel dizzy for yet another reason, and it made her angry. She was not a blushing virgin, nor was she a dimwitted, ditzy female.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Empowerment. Ultimately, that’s what my stories are about. Romance, of course - falling in love, fearing the worst, surviving the inevitable black moment when all seems doomed. And suspense, of course - veiled hints of trouble, the no-turning-back moment when the threat must be recognized, and the life-or-death climax that tests the true mettle of my characters.
I’ve never had a hero rescue a heroine, and I suspect I never will. My heroines have their share of troubles. Sometimes, like two of my great-grandparents, they struggle with the shame of being a black sheep in their families or their communities. Sometimes they’ve suffered great trauma and loss. Their stories are about finding hope, believing in their dreams, and reaching inside for the inner strength to deserve (and enthrall) the heroes I write for them. They find their own power and meet their heroes as equals and true partners.
Today seems a fitting day to be talking about empowerment. It’s the 80th birthday of Martin Luther King, even though we don’t celebrate it till we reach January’s “holiday Monday” on the 19th. The very next day, January 20th, will see a huge component of Dr. King’s dream come true when we inaugurate Barak Obama as our nation’s first black president. I grew up in Washington, D.C., and I wish I could be there to participate personally in this momentous event.
But I can still participate in keeping those dreams alive and reaching for the empowerment of every human being - the ones I write, the ones I know personally, the ones I’ll never meet. We all have dreams. As writers, as entertainers, we have the power to offer hope to everyone who reads our words. For me, that’s part of the power of writing the happy ending that’s part of the very definition of romance.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
At what point do you realize you need a vacation?
Is it while you're busy hacking away for more than two hours at an inch of ice covering your driveway after shoveling snow?
Is it upon realizing that you don't have a free weekend until March--and it's January?
Do you finally realize it by the time your immune system--which is far, far more sensible than you are--decides to take the vacation you won't/can't take and leave you sick in bed for a few days?
Or perhaps when you read a BDSM story like my recent release The Oath, Book 1: Bound and think it'd be great to be tied up not as a sexual thing, but just for the excuse to not do anything for a while?
In all seriousness...writers are notorious for being overworked, but I think that people in general can be overachievers and not know when they need to take a break. As writers, our Muse suffers. Our health suffers. We find ourselves unable to get anything done because the list is so long it's too overwhelming to look at.
When do you recognize the need to take a break, and what do you do about it? If you find it difficult to do so, why do you think that is?
Love & Magic,
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
It’s tough for an author to publish with more than one publishing house at a time. I know because I’m with five. I find that each editor wants something different when it comes to editing a manuscript.
Some editor’s will focus on not using too many POV’s and others are solely interested in getting rid of passive voice in a document. Other editors mention that an author should show and not tell.
I’ve been guilty of all of the things listed above, but I’m trying to watch for them as I write each story. I found it’s easier to try to eliminate the mistakes beforehand.
Lately, I’ve tried to work with one publisher at a time and getting to know what the editor wants. This makes for an easier editing process for me.
I have a couple of questions for any author reading this blog. How many have worked with several editors at once? Do their different styles of editing sometimes cause confusion for you?
I’m ending my blog with a little plug for my next release Angel in Blue an M/M due out from www.romancedivine.com in a couple of weeks. Also, check out my last M/M called Secrets published by www.romancedivine.com.