1. Burn it
2. Freeze it in a piece of ice and send it to Alaska and hopes that a creature eats it.
3. Drink it away!
4.Blast it out with angry music and a moshpit
5. Don't give into it---no matter how tempting.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Giddy Dancing has Commenced!
My new short-short, Keeper, has reached #52 on Amazon.com's Bestseller List under Lesbian Erotica! Color me excited! Thanks everyone for picking up a copy and for reading it! I'm gonna go dance around my new house and try not to trample over my cat! Combine that with Keeper's amazing review from Seriously Reviewed and this week has just been stellar for me! Here I am:
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Recommended Read: Edge of Heaven By Rhiannon Leith
“Edge of Heaven” by Rhiannon Leith
Read An Excerpt Online
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60928-059-8
Length: Novel
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: June 22, 2010
Cover art by Natalie Winters
Her only hope is to reach for heaven—and hang on to hell.
Lily’s psychic “gift” for hearing the dead and helping them pass over into the afterlife has left her friendless and broken, teetering on the edge of sanity. Not much of a challenge for Sammael, a demon who’s been sent to seduce her soul for hell.
But something stands between Sam and his prize. Micah, the guardian angel whose constant support keeps Lily sane. Yet Sam senses that Micah’s feelings for his charge are less than angelic.
Excellent. It’ll be his pleasure to tempt them both into pure sin.
As Lily succumbs to unearthly pleasure, she finds herself caught between the demon who sets her on fire and the angel who lifts her to unimagined heights of ecstasy. It’s a choice she can’t bring herself to make.
Then a serial killer with preternatural abilities makes Lily his next target. Danger mounts as he repeatedly outfoxes even heaven and hell. To protect her, an angel must fall, a demon must be redeemed—and Lily must travel to hell and back for the men she loves.
Warning: Contains steamy sex, bondage, voyeurism, and a ménage a trois between a tormented angel, a devilishly sexy demon and a woman who can’t choose between them. And why should she?
Read An Excerpt Online Buy it here
Monday, June 21, 2010
I'm not a first draft person
As much as it pains me to admit it, I'm not one of those people that can write perfect first drafts---or even close to it. My drafts often come out with tons of passion and heart but lacking in everything but the language department such as plot, character motivation, and sentence variety. Yet, I always get the sex on point right away. I wonder what that says about me? Generally, in a wip I'm concentrating on fixing at least six things at once. I'm no good just going through lists and correcting one thing throughout an MS. I work in large chunks making massive changes to the document without really turning back because if I do I'll never want to touch it. It's not the most organized way to be, that's for sure. But I've got to assume it works for me because my drafts always get stronger, though sometimes I create a new crop of problems with my immediate changes.
I know authors that can bang out almost perfect drafts in one go---does it bother me? I'd be lying if I said no. But why does it bother me? Probably because I'd like to devote the time I do to editing on other things like writing new material and getting submissions out faster. I'm also fairly new to this game so writing full books isn't a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of process for me yet. But with practice I'd like to think my drafts will get cleaner. Like anything worth doing, I'm learning as I go and hopefully writing perfect first drafts will eventually become second nature. Either way I still get to do what I love so I should be thankful.
What are some of the pitfalls your experience with first drafts? Do you write them perfectly or wish you could?
I know authors that can bang out almost perfect drafts in one go---does it bother me? I'd be lying if I said no. But why does it bother me? Probably because I'd like to devote the time I do to editing on other things like writing new material and getting submissions out faster. I'm also fairly new to this game so writing full books isn't a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of process for me yet. But with practice I'd like to think my drafts will get cleaner. Like anything worth doing, I'm learning as I go and hopefully writing perfect first drafts will eventually become second nature. Either way I still get to do what I love so I should be thankful.
What are some of the pitfalls your experience with first drafts? Do you write them perfectly or wish you could?
Friday, June 18, 2010
Ignition, A Free Read: Hot and Steamy Days and Nights
Hi! Welcome to my version of Hot and Steamy Days and Nights Blog Tour. You should have just come from Mary Quast's Blog if you are following the tour correctly. I've got a treat today, an extra super secret snippet from a free read work in progress called "Ignition". Not only does it touch on enjoying new fantasies and experiences for the first time---but my character's get it on right in the summer heat. So here we go:
“I have a right to know where we’re going if I’m naked, Josh!”
Protests fell on deaf ears, despite the amplified silence tingling across her sensitive, exposed skin. February rain and musky turned earth smell shifted into her bobbed brown hair. All the windows in the small sedan were open. Letting a symphony of senses work her over like inexperienced licks of a flogger because he had hastily tied an old work tie over her eyes. Something about making the moment “special”. There wasn’t enough fight in her to argue when he smiled---a whisper of danger that coaxed a shudder down her back before there was darkness. Perhaps it would have been better to shift so the engine vibrations from the frayed, torn bucket seat didn’t press against her swollen labia. Just a few inches from her clit when a suggestive move would get her there. Pressed up against the cheap, slick fabric and all her wetness forcing the vibrations deeper as she humped the seat.
“We’re almost there.”
Sometimes, lying in bed at night, she forced him to talk---liking the way his bass growl filters and clears out her mind of the day’s troubles. With the slight edge of anticipation she’s heard while tied against the bedposts many times. Rough hands cupping her jaw. He’ll whisper everything into her ears to make her come. Now, his voice is a warm wash of color on her cheeks. Sure he’s guessed her less than dignified plans for here and now self-gratification, blindly she seeks the crisp wind, pulling against rope binding her ankles and wrists. At least that part’s not new. Strangely, his assurance made the swelling need in her nipples peak to fine points. Driven by the click of a turn signal and the rhythmic beat of his fingers on the steering wheel---drumming to nothing.
Touching now would be cheating. Like a big red mark on her permanent record---or her ass when he was in a spanking mood. Wordlessly wondering if it’s one of those times and nibbling on her lower lip. Easy to tell that the car was slowing down while traffic patterns only picked up speed. A highway? God, if they—the harsh hum of her pulse suddenly overtook her head. He wound his thick fingers through the binding to clasp her hand. Trust was the name of the game. A few small squeezes back to let him know she cared because there wasn’t enough air left in her lungs to speak quite yet. Gravel was spitting under the car and clinking against the bumper. When he moved to withdraw his warm hand, she wouldn’t let him go that easily. If this what she thought it was---naked and bound in the front seat, she now had no doubt---then letting go would push her adrenaline until the car seat was soaked in excited juices.
Before she could speak, his finger was pressed to her lips in a vow of silence. Okay, that was easy enough. But she bit back a moan when his calloused finger pad slipped across her bottom lip, the barest of sensations. Rather than giving into his taunt, she sucked his thumb into her mouth and nibbled on it like it was the ripest of fruits. Blindfolds had never held her back from being in charge before. On her tongue rode the sweet tang of his sweat as she eased it around the base of his digit. There wasn’t a question that she sought him out, body arched expectantly towards his other hand cupping her breast in a tight vise.
“Wait, you have to wait,” He ordered, gruff with need, removing his hands from her body even as she felt his reluctance to leave it.
That's all the share for today but stay tuned for more snippets and the final product in the near future. Trust me, there's lots of naughtiness to come! Make sure to comment on every single blog on the tour if you would like to win a prize and thanks for stopping by! Please proceed to Sara Brookes Blog, your next step on our Hot and Steamy Days and Nights Tour!
“I have a right to know where we’re going if I’m naked, Josh!”
Protests fell on deaf ears, despite the amplified silence tingling across her sensitive, exposed skin. February rain and musky turned earth smell shifted into her bobbed brown hair. All the windows in the small sedan were open. Letting a symphony of senses work her over like inexperienced licks of a flogger because he had hastily tied an old work tie over her eyes. Something about making the moment “special”. There wasn’t enough fight in her to argue when he smiled---a whisper of danger that coaxed a shudder down her back before there was darkness. Perhaps it would have been better to shift so the engine vibrations from the frayed, torn bucket seat didn’t press against her swollen labia. Just a few inches from her clit when a suggestive move would get her there. Pressed up against the cheap, slick fabric and all her wetness forcing the vibrations deeper as she humped the seat.
“We’re almost there.”
Sometimes, lying in bed at night, she forced him to talk---liking the way his bass growl filters and clears out her mind of the day’s troubles. With the slight edge of anticipation she’s heard while tied against the bedposts many times. Rough hands cupping her jaw. He’ll whisper everything into her ears to make her come. Now, his voice is a warm wash of color on her cheeks. Sure he’s guessed her less than dignified plans for here and now self-gratification, blindly she seeks the crisp wind, pulling against rope binding her ankles and wrists. At least that part’s not new. Strangely, his assurance made the swelling need in her nipples peak to fine points. Driven by the click of a turn signal and the rhythmic beat of his fingers on the steering wheel---drumming to nothing.
Touching now would be cheating. Like a big red mark on her permanent record---or her ass when he was in a spanking mood. Wordlessly wondering if it’s one of those times and nibbling on her lower lip. Easy to tell that the car was slowing down while traffic patterns only picked up speed. A highway? God, if they—the harsh hum of her pulse suddenly overtook her head. He wound his thick fingers through the binding to clasp her hand. Trust was the name of the game. A few small squeezes back to let him know she cared because there wasn’t enough air left in her lungs to speak quite yet. Gravel was spitting under the car and clinking against the bumper. When he moved to withdraw his warm hand, she wouldn’t let him go that easily. If this what she thought it was---naked and bound in the front seat, she now had no doubt---then letting go would push her adrenaline until the car seat was soaked in excited juices.
Before she could speak, his finger was pressed to her lips in a vow of silence. Okay, that was easy enough. But she bit back a moan when his calloused finger pad slipped across her bottom lip, the barest of sensations. Rather than giving into his taunt, she sucked his thumb into her mouth and nibbled on it like it was the ripest of fruits. Blindfolds had never held her back from being in charge before. On her tongue rode the sweet tang of his sweat as she eased it around the base of his digit. There wasn’t a question that she sought him out, body arched expectantly towards his other hand cupping her breast in a tight vise.
“Wait, you have to wait,” He ordered, gruff with need, removing his hands from her body even as she felt his reluctance to leave it.
That's all the share for today but stay tuned for more snippets and the final product in the near future. Trust me, there's lots of naughtiness to come! Make sure to comment on every single blog on the tour if you would like to win a prize and thanks for stopping by! Please proceed to Sara Brookes Blog, your next step on our Hot and Steamy Days and Nights Tour!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
My first review for Keeper by Seriously Reviewed
Hi readers, great and spectacular news to share today. I got my first review for my lesbian short short Keeper and they loved it! If you would like to read the review in full you can HERE.
Otherwise, here's my favorite tidbit!
"This sexy super shorty was hot enough to curl my toes and make me wish I worked in a zoo :)"
Thanks romancereader and Seriously Reviewed for the kick ass praise. I'm very happy this short short is getting attention because it's one of my favorites and was written in a really happy time in my life---my honeymoon. Yes, I took my laptop and wrote on my honeymoon. I'm kind of bad at being idle. Or not writing for long periods of time.
If you would like to purchase a copy of Keeper you can do so HERE.
Otherwise, here's my favorite tidbit!
"This sexy super shorty was hot enough to curl my toes and make me wish I worked in a zoo :)"
Thanks romancereader and Seriously Reviewed for the kick ass praise. I'm very happy this short short is getting attention because it's one of my favorites and was written in a really happy time in my life---my honeymoon. Yes, I took my laptop and wrote on my honeymoon. I'm kind of bad at being idle. Or not writing for long periods of time.
If you would like to purchase a copy of Keeper you can do so HERE.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Moving
Hey all, it's been awhile since I've had anything to say on here mainly because I've been in the large process of moving from an apartment to a house. Our cat isn't taking the new move well so I've been supervising and babying the hell out of her because I worry too much. This doesn't leave too much time for blogging. Not to mention that I won't have internet, except for my Blackberry, until Tuesday when Comcast come by.
But the new house is wonderful with a lovely yard, deck, and tons of sunshine! I'm setting up my new office where I'll be busy doing the second round of edits for my fairytale anthology Between the Covers over the next few weeks. This is a really large project for me, one I've been slaving over with the early ideas for it about two years ago. It's only the fourth or so book I've written so, as any writer, I'd like it to go perfectly.
As per usual, I have several projects going at once. I'm hoping to finish at least two before the new year. But I'm really pressing for this anthology with all my eggs in one basket so to speak. It also helps that I was able to find 10k of material that was randomly lost during a botched computer save. My muse and I thought those fun pages were gone forever and we were not happy about, morose would be the better word. I had a time writing for days. During my extra digging a few days ago, I was able to relocate the file that had deleted itself and resurrect it using a different program format and then deleting the random wing dings that came with the format. Ta-da! Old pages are back up and running and so am I.
Now, if only I could get the kitten happy.
But the new house is wonderful with a lovely yard, deck, and tons of sunshine! I'm setting up my new office where I'll be busy doing the second round of edits for my fairytale anthology Between the Covers over the next few weeks. This is a really large project for me, one I've been slaving over with the early ideas for it about two years ago. It's only the fourth or so book I've written so, as any writer, I'd like it to go perfectly.
As per usual, I have several projects going at once. I'm hoping to finish at least two before the new year. But I'm really pressing for this anthology with all my eggs in one basket so to speak. It also helps that I was able to find 10k of material that was randomly lost during a botched computer save. My muse and I thought those fun pages were gone forever and we were not happy about, morose would be the better word. I had a time writing for days. During my extra digging a few days ago, I was able to relocate the file that had deleted itself and resurrect it using a different program format and then deleting the random wing dings that came with the format. Ta-da! Old pages are back up and running and so am I.
Now, if only I could get the kitten happy.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Fallen Angel Reviews: My Interview
Today I've got an insightful and fun interview up on Fallen Angel Reviews highlighting my home life, wip's and new books coming up in November. Check it out HERE.
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