I’m back with Saturday Snippet and today’s theme is Dumped. Going through the stories I have I found that I haven’t written a lot about characters being dumped. Some in their past have had relationship issues though, so that’s what I am going to draw on today.
Submissive Secrets was about love lost and then refound many years later. You don’t get dumped much worse than when you’re getting married and that’s exactly what happened between these two. So here is a short snippet into their future after being dumped.
Snippet:
He’d known Carli finding him naked in her bed would likely unnerve her, but he didn’t expect this much reaction.
God, she felt good.
He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to tear her clothes from her athletic body and force his throbbing dick up her juicy pussy. Releasing Carli’s mouth he trailed his lips along her jaw and neck nipping at her sensitive skin as he went. When he reached her breasts he rubbed his cheek against the cool silk of her shirt feeling her distended nipple. Carli arched her back into his touch begging for more.
Maintaining his grip on her wrists with one hand, Aidan reached underneath her shirt pulling the fabric out of his way exposing her bright rosy nipple. Instead of laving her gently with his tongue as she anticipated, he bit her nipple with a quick sharp bite. She didn’t protest his roughness, but instead surged against him, pleading for more.
Unfortunately, looking back up at her face, flushed with her arousal brought Aidan’s memories crashing back down. He remembered the last time he’d seen her and the pain of his heart splitting in two when she told him, just before their wedding, that she needed something more. Needed to travel. Needed to get away from him for a while. In the end the anger of her betrayal had won out and he’d opted to leave town.
Rifling through her personal belongings when he entered her home had brought out a need in him he thought long buried. As much as he wanted to fuck her mindless, he couldn’t do this. Couldn’t screw Carli now without thinking of the girl back then. The girl who crushed his heart, leaving him behind as she went to explore the world. As his lust subsided, cold anger took its place. He released her arms and stood. He had a job to do and reliving old times with Carli would only fuck that up.
He turned his back on her as he reached to the floor for his discarded jeans. Quickly pulling them up not even bothering to button them before turning back around to face her. The expression on her face remained blank but her eyes sparked with repressed emotion.
“I can’t do this, Carli.” His gut tightened at the pain he saw flicker across her face.
She looked up at the ceiling and tunneled her fingers through her long chestnut locks, probably trying to get control of her body just as he did.
With a pronounced sigh she nailed him with a steely stare. “Why are you here, Aidan? What brings you back to my bed after all these years?” she bit out, her voiced laced with cold sarcasm.
Boldly lying back against the pillows, she crossed her arms behind her head, further baring her breast to him and waited for his answer.
“I’m here on assignment. I need your cooperation.” He paused waiting for her reaction that never materialized.
Oh, she’s good. Very good at keeping her cool when it counted.
Aidan knew Carli had tried several times over the last couple of years to find him as his organization kept tabs on that kind of information. But, he didn’t want to be found. If not for this mission, he would never have returned to this old town. Aidan didn’t need the physical reminder of where he came from or the circumstances in which he had left. The sooner Aidan got the information he needed from Carli the sooner he would be out of here. In the meantime he had no intention of letting her get to him. No one got to him anymore. Her leaving him taught him how to build barriers to shield his heart. At least he could thank her for that.
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Love this show so much. While Monday night is one of my favorite nights on television I was disappointed beyond measure to find out that Sheldon err I mean The Big Bang Theory was already a repeat. Jeez, we just got back from holiday break people.
Luckily Castle was not a repeat and it was a lot of fun as usual. He squealed like a girl, grimaced over a spider, had the cutest fight with Beckett and we found out Castle definitely goes below the fold.
All in all a fun episode. I even rewound the squealed like a girl part so I could laugh again.
Last week was the return of Vampire Diaries and Supernatural. Woot! Seriously now… PUDDING!!!!!! If you missed it then you have no idea of what I speaketh but trust me Dean had me rolling with that one line. Not a believer? No problem I have video proof. hehehe But don’t blame me for any spoilers.
As for Vampire Diaries, it may be a teenage show but even an older chick like myself loves the bad boy Damon. He is B.A.D. and I’m loving every minute of it. Which reminds me I need to hit the CW and rewatch last weeks episode because I missed some of it because I was busy chatting online. (when am I not chatting online?)
Those were the highlights of my TV week, what about you?
It seems like every year after a hectic and sometimes expensive holiday season, I find myself thinking about January on a budget. I came across a book in the bookstore called $5 Dinner Mom and it got me thinking and set me on the path of getting creative with my food budget.
So here’s a sneak peek into some of the things i’m doing.
The first thing I did when I got home that night from the bookstore is hit the web. Thanks to all the bloggers of the world just about anything can be found online. Including the $5 Dinner Mom’s own blog and website.
I thought making dinners on $5 sounded like a great challenge albeit totally unrealistic. However, I was game to give it a try and off I went. So far this month I can honestly say that nearly all my dinners have been made for $5 and certainly all under $10. I’ve been lucky though. I scoured my pantry and freezer and determined what I had on hand. Then found recipes that would use what I had with me only buying minimal ingredients. I have to say it didn’t take me long to blow through my pantry supplies and things are running dangerously low. (except for rice and canned fruit. Now I gotta find something to do with all that canned fruit because I don’t think my family will eat it. Don’t even know why I have it. lol) Now the real hard part starts. Resupplying the pantry and still making dinners on a budget.
Now a big part of making this adventure successful is taking the TIME to plan. There in lies the real challenge of my plan. With a full time day job and a writing schedule that rivals many full-time writers, I don’t have a lot of time. Good thing one of my goals for the new year is a strict schedule which hopefully leaves me a tad more free time.
So far I’ve been winging the meals but alas it’s time to start planning a weekly menu. Time to pull out the magazines and cookbooks and looking up recipes on line. One of my favorite places to find recipes is at allrecipes.com
One new to me recipe I discovered after seeing it mentioned online several times was the Slow Cooker Chicken Stroganoff. It was far tastier than I expected and believe it will become a regular here in our household. To make my life easier I altered the recipe by only using light ingredients (light cream cheese and the Healthy Request chicken soup) and by putting frozen chicken in the crock pot. (I easily broke it into chunks after it cooked) Easy Peasy.
Tonight we are trying the Beer Braised Beef from one of the Cooking Light 5 ingredient cookbooks. (I cannot recommend those highly enough. LOVE LOVE LOVE my 5 ingredient cookbooks) Yes, this recipe would cost a little over $5 but I already had the steak, the tomatoes, the onion and the molasses was provided by a dear friend who lives nearby. YAY!
I’m including the recipe below. FYI I’ll be serving this with mashed potatoes and baby carrots. (yep had those on hand too)
Beer Braised Beef
1 Cup chopped onion
Cooking Spray
1lb boneless top round steak, trimmed
1 (14.5oz) can diced tomatoes with basil, garlic, and oregano, undrained
1/2 cup light beer
2 T molasses
1/4 t salt
1. Place onion in a 3-3 1/2 quart electric slow cooker coated with cooking spray.
2. Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium high heat; coat pan with cooking spray. Add steak; cook 3 minutes on each side or until browned. Place steak over onions in cooker; pour tomatoes and beer over steak cover and cook on low for 8 hours or until steak is very tender.
3. Shred steak with 2 forks in slow cooker; stir in molasses and salt. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.
Yield: 4 servings
If nothing else, I’ve managed to utilize what I had and now have a clean pantry. Maybe you’re like me. You look at the pantry which seems stuffed yet you can’t find anything to make. Now i’m off to get some writing done so I can hunt up the good grocery deals. (i.e. Super Wal-mart, Super Target, Aldi’s)
Like the rest of you we are still suffering through nothing to watch on TV. I’m not big into reruns and I’d rather read a book or write a little more on my WIP. But once I’ve torn myself away from any work activity I do like to watch some Television with the family.
So Hulu or Netflix Instant Play to the rescue.
After whipping through 3 seasons of Friday Night Lights in about 10 days, (yeah I liked it way more than I thought I would) the DH and I have moved on to Farscape.
Not sure why we never gave this a try when it was originally on TV because we watch a lot of Sci Fi television. We are five episodes into the first season and i’m not completely hooked yet but I am very interested and grateful to have something new to me to watch.
Tonight though a new Netflix movie arrived and I’m planning to watch the Sandra Bullock comedy, All About Steve.
What about you? How are you faring through the barren wasteland that is rerun television still lingering from the holidays?
February 1st is the big day! The long awaited rearrival of Lucas followed by Kane in April and Malcolm in June. I hope you’re looking forward to the black cougar trilogy as much as I am.
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This week’s theme is parties and while I don’t have a lot of celebratory type gatherings there is a private BDSM party in the Purgatory series. In Watch Me Hide after Purgatory closes to the public the private party begins and on this night they started with a slave auction. So here’s a taste of that:
Rio walked into the third floor ballroom to a flurry of action at the stage in the middle of the room. “What’s going on here?”
Ben, his friend and know it all Dom, turned and smiled. “You haven’t heard?”
“Obviously not.”
“We’re inducting a new submissive into the group tonight and she has agreed to be auctioned for public play.”
“Who is it, and why am I hearing about this now?”
“Apparently it was decided at the last minute.
“And?” He wanted to know who.
“It’s that hot little thing who always wears a mask. I think they said her name is Em.”
His stomach tightened. “We don’t allow masks on this floor.”
“That’s the beauty of the whole thing. She’ll wear her mask for the auction and then the winner will reveal her identity.”
Rio’s cock perked up instantly at the remembered image of the masked Em in the cage tonight. Even in the smoky and darkened club he could make out her reddened cheeks from where Gabe had given her several good smacks on the ass as he’d worked her up for the crowd.
It wasn’t the first time he noticed her, but her open and sensual response to the crowd tonight had really grabbed his attention. So far, she hadn’t spent much time with any particular Doms at the club, but she had become braver each week with her clothing choices, and tonight she’d really opened up.
“What time is the auction?”
“Whenever the little honey gets that cute ass of hers up here.” Ben moved in closer and lowered his voice. “I heard that her performance downstairs really got her off and she needed some help coming down.”
“Some help?” He didn’t like the sound of that.
“Yeah, Gabe offered his assistance but Katie pushed him away and took control of Em in the corner by the bar. I don’t know what happened there, but boy, would I have enjoyed being a fly on the wall.”
Rio nailed Ben with a hard glare. “You are such an ass sometimes.”
“Yeah, and that’s what the subbies love so much about me.” He flashed a toothy grin. “Are you going to tell me that you aren’t curious about what Katie did to bring Ms. Masked Hottie down from subspace?”
He was, but he wasn’t about to share that with Ben or anyone else. When he didn’t rise to the bait, Ben wandered closer to the auction floor as the crowd grew ever larger with anticipation. This was going to get interesting.
Gabe stepped up to the microphone and the noise in the room quieted down. “I know y’all have heard about the plan by now, so why don’t we get our newest submissive in here and we can get this show on the road?”
Rio glanced at the door in the far corner and saw a small figure staring through a slight crack in the door. He’d bet the infamous woman of the hour was the one peeking in. He could imagine her standing there, biting her lip and tugging at the edges of her straight brown hair.
“The rules are pretty simple. We’re doing this impromptu auction for the club’s favorite charity and the beautiful Em has agreed to a public play scene within her club documented limits, of course.”
A round of boos erupted from the crowd, followed by raucous laughter. Rio figured this little lady would fetch a pretty high price for the night.
“Oh, and don’t forget at the close of the auction, the winning Dom will remove her mask right here on stage in accordance with our club’s policy.”
Applause erupted, as did a few calls to get on with the show, and even Rio vibrated with an urgency he couldn’t quite contain. He wanted to see who was behind that mask.
“You going to bid tonight, Rio?” Ben couldn’t seem to let this situation go.
“Don’t know yet. I think I’ll wait and see what the rest of you pervs do.”
“Takes one to know one, I reckon.”
“I guess so.” He liked that even though Ben came across goofy at times, he didn’t get all puffed up and put out at the slightest perceived insult. He couldn’t tolerate that kind of crap.
Gabe leaned into the microphone and turned his head to the door. “Katie, hon, go ahead and bring her in.”
More applause sounded when the door swung open and Katie stepped through, leading Em by the elbow. Now those riggers were some damn lucky men when they latched onto Katie. She was the epitome of a Dom’s wet dream with her tight corset that cinched her waist and lifted her ample breasts to almost spilling over the top. Even now with her flushed face and bright smile, she would be breaking hearts all over again.
But it was Em who continued to draw his eye, and had for sometime. He guessed she only stood five-two, which was a far cry from his six feet. Her slender body fit her height, but the first time she’d pulled her skirt up in the club for a flogging, she’d revealed a perfectly round ass that pinkened to a glowing red against her pale skin when spanked.
He’d yet to get close enough to see the color of her eyes, but the ruby red tint of her full lips mesmerized him, making him wonder what she tasted like.
Katie released her arm as she took to the steps and made her way across the platform to stand next to Gabe.
“Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?”
“Fine.” She spoke quietly but the powerful microphone picked up her voice. Hesitant. Sweet. Familiar. A memory tugged at him that he couldn’t quite reach. Where could he know this delicate morsel from, and how could he possible have forgotten her?
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For my Saturday Snippet i’m posting something from my brand new release, Touch Me, Tease Me, Whip Me. This story is told entirely from the male POV so this scene takes place in the middle when Walker has gotten tired of waiting for Cass to meet him and he goes to her coffee shop, The Grape and Bean to talk to her.
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Excerpt:
Two weeks later and Walker still hadn’t seen Cass—or, as he affectionately referred to her now, his little brat—again. When her call had finally come several days after their encounter, he’d been about to go out of his mind with not hearing from her. He should have known better than to leave their future communication up to her.
He recalled the sweet hesitation in her voice, soothing his anger and worry.
“I—I’m sorry I haven’t called.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
The fast response came out forced and awkward. Skittish even. The same vulnerability that had him fucking her in a parking lot gripped him by the balls yet again.
“You should be paddled.”
She didn’t respond, but he didn’t miss the catch in her breath at his words. “In fact, we need to get together and discuss whatever this is that’s going on.”
“Things went too far.”
Fuck. He didn’t want it to end like this. “Do you regret that?”
“Not exactly. No regrets—it’s just—I don’t know.”
He’d broken every one of his rules that night. No sex on the first night of meeting a potential submissive was right up there with always using a safe word.
“Tell me.”
“I’m not ready.”
He’d wanted to call bullshit right then but decided instead to give her the space she thought she needed.
Until now.
He pulled his car into a parking spot at the edge of the lot and smoothly stepped outside. He and Cass had talked several times, taking some time to get to know each other.
He’d tried to coax what pained her the most out of her but she’d remained pretty tight lipped, instead spending most of her time talking about her small specialty wine and coffee shop business in the art district, Grape and Bean.
As a slave to his neighborhood Starbucks, he’d never been in her place, but he drove by here every day on his way to work. The white cottage frame building had a large covered patio out front with wrought iron furniture and colorful plants. Creating an inviting place for customers to linger was a smart business move. He looked forward to seeing her in this environment—the strong woman running a successful business in contrast to the sexy submissive he’d fucked outside a sex club.
He strode through the door, chimes announcing his arrival, to find a line ten feet deep at the coffee counter. Three employees rushed around filling orders, but his brat was nowhere in sight. He knew she would be here since she’d told him how busy her Saturdays were. Another reason she’d come up with for not seeing him again.
“What can I get you?”
The question shook him from his thoughts as a pretty Asian girl took his order. Straight black coffee in hand, he found a small booth in the corner and settled in. He’d cleared his schedule for the entire day and night with his only goal to talk to Cass in person. She needed to face him, face what happened between them, and decide if she could give into the need he knew slowly ate at her.
There were times when the conversations turned serious and sexy that he heard it in her voice. She’d make a breathless sound that had his cock straining against his pants and had him masturbating more often than usual. Not like it was doing any good, though. No, satisfaction for them both would come together as they explored their budding relationship.
The door behind the counter swung open and Cass walked through, and while he’d recognize her anywhere she looked far different from the woman two weeks ago. Gone were the sexy, skin tight clothes, replaced with conservative khakis and a pretty pink blouse that hid what he knew to be the sexiest damn curves he’d seen in a long time.
Her hair was pinned into a neat bun with a few wisps of escaped dark hair curling loosely around her face. A sharp spear of arousal punched through his gut at the sensual curve of her exposed neck. The memory of licking and biting her as clear as when she’d been wrapped in his arms, riding his cock for all she was worth.
Thank God for the table where he sat. She might not appreciate the sight of his dick tenting his pants as he watched her move around behind the counter, smiling and talking to customers and employees alike.
And what a smile. Broad and charming, lighting up her face with irresistible allure. How she couldn’t see what that kind of beauty would do to a man amazed him. It wasn’t always about big tits and blonde hair or a perfect body and skinny thighs. In the long run what radiated from the inside made for an enduring relationship.
He sipped at his cooling drink, waiting. Observing her at work could be as enlightening as some of their phone chats had been. She donned a small purple apron emblazoned with the Grape and Bean logo, grabbed a rag and headed his way, probably to clean up the abandoned tables now that the crowd had thinned considerably.
He admired the shape of her bare arm as she wiped a table down, a visible line of muscle flexing under taut and tanned skin. She’d mentioned her addiction to running on the local greenways at least three times a week and he imagined it served as an outlet for emotions as much as it did for keeping in shape.
As she moved closer and closer to where he sat his muscles tightened, bracing for the reaction he expected. While she cleaned the table next to his her gaze slid toward him and she froze in place when recognition dawned.
He focused on her face. The almost imperceptible tightening around her mouth, the alarm clearly shining in her eyes. She wore a hint of makeup that served to add, not detract from, the mask of innocence she carried here. No one would ever guess the darkness that laid in wait inside her, begging for freedom.
“Cass.” He nearly winced at the harsh, gravelly sound of his voice.
“Walker.”
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Today’s black moment comes from my recent Loose Id release, Obsession of Jayde. It’s hard to post that single moment out of context and not wonder whether it spoils the story or whether it will make no sense. It’s an emotional moment for the heroine when she realizes she has to give up what she wants the most for the greater good.
Excerpt:
Jayde nodded. She could understand not wanting to be alone. She too feared being alone again. Her hand clutched at the moonstone, worried what would happen if she gave it up, and equally as worried about what would happen if she didn’t. She brushed herself off and moved to the sidewalk, heading back home. Home. Was this home now? What about her life in San Francisco? God, she didn’t want to go back to her empty apartment, but she didn’t think she could bear being here without them.
She and Marc walked in silence, with the occasional brush against each other. Regardless of the tension between them, every small touch made her want to reach out and grab him. To explain to him her fears of losing him and Aidan if she gave up the stone. But if the incident with Bob was an example of what happened because of the stone and the box, then she would have no choice. Save the town, lose the love…
Her thoughts had slowed her pace, and she didn’t realize Marc had stopped until she slammed into his solid-as-a-stone-wall body.
“What the—” She followed the direction of Marc’s gaze and froze. Stunned.
The front window of the bakery had been shattered, and the door to their home stood open.
“Wait here.”
“No, Marc, it’s not safe. Let’s just call the police.”
“Did you not see the police here buying your fudge earlier?” He pointed to the empty patrol cars they’d left at the curb hours ago.
Her heart sank as more of the truth hammered into her. “Right.”
Marc strode through the door and into the shop while she watched from the street. The store had been ransacked, and from the outside, everything looked broken. Her breath caught in her throat when Marc disappeared into the kitchen. Time slowed, and her heart raced, waiting…
When a crash and the sound of more breaking glass sounded from deep inside, Jayde rushed in. No way in hell would she just wait out here while Marc faced God knew what. She forced the kitchen door open so hard, it slammed into the wall behind it. There on the floor were Gary and Ray from the repair shop down the street. They looked dazed while Marc stood over them, waiting for them to move.
“What the hell?”
“They were looking for more fudge.”
Jayde grabbed at the necklace, shocked at how out of hand things had gotten. “Doesn’t anyone have any self-control in this town?”
When Marc started to speak, she held up her hand to stop him. “No, don’t bother. I already know what you’re going to say.”
She ran out of the room and up to her apartment. Her lungs burned from the burst through the shop and up the two flights of stairs as she locked the door behind her. She sat down on the bed, gulping in air, desperate to catch her breath. She looked at herself in the mirror behind the dresser. Her hair stood out in a riot of curls, and her skin flushed red and sweaty from her fear and her exhaustion. She did not look her best.
Sometimes when she looked in the mirror, she could still see the pudgy, plain little girl she had been, but not anymore. She’d come to terms with her ample figure, and she knew how much she was worth, even if Aidan and Marc didn’t see it without the stone’s power to show them.
Tears tracked down her face as she spied the reflection of the box behind her, sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. She reached for the clasp to unhook the necklace. There was no choice. She had to do right by her grandmother and do the right thing. The warm stone settled in her hand as the tears continued to fall. She’d never known what love would be like with one man, let alone two. Somehow, the memories would have to be enough.
She pressed the lock on the box and pulled the lid open. When she’d opened the box the first time, it had been a seductive lure. Now it repelled her. Her limbs turned cold and achy the closer she got to placing the necklace inside. Her heart hurt, but she knew her grandmother watched her with pride.
“For you, Gran, I will protect the legacy of the box and all that it contains. I love you.”
She dropped the necklace onto the velvet and slammed it shut, locking the puzzle pieces once again until the last of the tumblers fell into place. The deed was done, and she’d made her choice.
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As I was waiting anxiously for two of my favorite television shows to start last night (Castle and The Big Bang Theory), it hit me that all of a sudden I am watching a lot more TV than I have been in a couple of years.
I blame it all on Hulu!
Used to be if I missed the premiere of a new show I probably would never watch it. I have this crazy desire to watch shows in complete and total order. Unless it truly doesn’t have a long story arc. Then I was introduced to Hulu and I didn’t have to watch TV on their time or remember to program the DVR. Just simply hit the interwebz and find the show the next day, the next week, whenever.
I sure hope the networks are factoring in this new way of watching TV when they look at TV shows to cancel. Cause it’s not likely i’ll be watching live because I have books to write and until the writing for the day is done, no TV. (except maybe on my lunch break. *g*)
So, in case your curious here is a list of my “must see” television.
The Big Bang Theory – I heart Sheldon so much and this show makes me laugh out loud a lot.
Castle – Heeelllloooo – If you’re not watching this I can’t imagine why not. Nathan Fillion is perfect and his family on the show is a hoot.
Glee – Normally musicals are not for me except in the rarest of cases. But I like dark and sometimes subtle comedy. And i’m not likely to forget the Acafellas anytime soon.
Vampire Diaries – My guilty pleasure. I probably shouldn’t like a teen show so much. *shrugs*
Supernatural – Sometimes funny, sometimes dark and even scary on occassion. But always always HAWT!
Eastwick – I’ve been kind of on the fence about this one but its been growing on me. Found out last night its been cancelled. Made me kind of sad.
Dexter – I just started watching this in recent months and thanks to Netflix instant play i’m almost caught up. The premise of this show hooked me. Seriously. I know it’s crazy but its also brilliant.
Dollhouse – Joss Whedon is my master. And the lead actress is named Eliza. duh.
NCIS – Used to be faithful on this one and then I missed a few episodes and had to stop. I hate watching out of order. So i’ll have to find last season online and catch up.
Bones – Same thing as NCIS. Must catch up.
And yes, I do watch too much television but at least its on my schedule now.
While I pretty much loved every minute of my weekend at the Authors After Dark conference, I especially enjoyed being able to interact with readers at the panels. The panels were done Q&A style making them as reader focused as they could be. Not only did the readers come up with great questions that got me to thinking, listening to the other authors on the panels gave me great insight into this career that I love so much.
I did both the witch panel and the demon panel, although the demon panel and shapeshifter panel got combined due to some time constraints, which made it even better. (I do shapeshifters too! *g*)
The one thing I tried to do at each panel was listen carefully. As a writer I want more than anything to know what readers think, feel and want. While I write the stories that are born within me, I become a better writer by listening to reader feedback about what they love and don’t love. Very much in the way that I learn something new from my editors each time we edit a book.
So i’d like to thank the readers that take the time to write to authors with their feedback as well as the ones who attend the conferences and talk about their favorite books with as much enthusiasm as we writers write them.
After the last panel, I had a couple of readers approach me to make sure they had my information so that when my shapeshifters come out next year they can be sure to get them. Yes, i’m excited that they want to buy my books but i’m more excited that the native american legend they were born from intrigued them like it did me. It’s just a cool feeling.
I will definitely be at AAD next year and I hope to see a lot of you there as well.
"“Lucas: A Black Cougar Novel is gripping; adventure packed, and will have you on the edge of your seat from page one…”
-Janis, The Black Raven Reviews"
Submissive Secrets was about love lost and then refound many years later. You don’t get dumped much worse than when you’re getting married and that’s exactly what happened between these two. So here is a short snippet into their future after being dumped.
Castle Castle Castle.
As for Vampire Diaries, it may be a teenage show but even an older chick like myself loves the bad boy Damon. He is B.A.D. and I’m loving every minute of it. Which reminds me I need to hit the CW and rewatch last weeks episode because I missed some of it because I was busy chatting online. (when am I not chatting online?)
It seems like every year after a hectic and sometimes expensive holiday season, I find myself thinking about January on a budget. I came across a book in the bookstore called $5 Dinner Mom and it got me thinking and set me on the path of getting creative with my food budget.
This week’s theme is parties and while I don’t have a lot of celebratory type gatherings there is a private BDSM party in the Purgatory series. In Watch Me Hide after Purgatory closes to the public the private party begins and on this night they started with a slave auction. So here’s a taste of that:
As I was waiting anxiously for two of my favorite television shows to start last night (Castle and The Big Bang Theory), it hit me that all of a sudden I am watching a lot more TV than I have been in a couple of years.
not likely i’ll be watching live because I have books to write and until the writing for the day is done, no TV. (except maybe on my lunch break. *g*)
While I pretty much loved every minute of my weekend at the Authors After Dark conference, I especially enjoyed being able to interact with readers at the panels. The panels were done Q&A style making them as reader focused as they could be. Not only did the readers come up with great questions that got me to thinking, listening to the other authors on the panels gave me great insight into this career that I love so much.
