Saturday, December 14, 2013

An excerpt, if you want one (I know you do!)

I've spent today doing several important things.

I finished all proofing and editing on the third Harper's Cove novella, Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove.

I finished all proofing and editing on The Celtic Fan, the soon-to-be-released lost-for-13-years independent novel.

I finished all proofing and editing on Adventurous Me, a brand-new independent novel.

I worked up prototypes for the new covers for the Love Under Construction series. I decided I had to do it because, believe it or not, they're not suggestive enough. As someone I know said, "Fabio is your friend." (Yeah, that sound you hear is me wretching.) Also, I realized I'd have a hard time replicating the cover art in subsequent photo shoots, so this will be the easiest way to reach uniformity while still retaining the flavor of the original covers.

I think the photos for the cover of The Celtic Fan are going to be shot sometime this week. Then the real work on that will begin. As for Adventurous Me, I have no vision as to what that cover should look like, so I think I'm going to farm it out to a cover artist and just see what she comes up with. I'm very curious about that.

I'm working as fast as I can to bring you something new and different. Would you like an excerpt? I bet you would. So here's one from Adventurous Me.


    The rest of the evening passes quickly, primarily because I’m in a state of shock. I see things I didn’t think I’d ever see, including a gorgeous guy licking the boots of one of the homeliest women I’ve ever seen while calling her his “supreme mistress.” That is an eye-opener. And I noticed something else very strange – well, strange to me anyway.
    “Yeah, little one?”
    “There are lots of guys around here without women. Some of them keep looking at me, but none of them are coming over to talk to me. Are they gay?” I’m used to being hit on at bars, but I’m not extremely attractive, and these guys are. They’re really, really hot.
    “Nope. They’re not gay. Well, a couple of them may be bi.” He stops for a second and my eyebrows shoot up. “But that’s not it. You’re new. They’re watching. They don’t want to offend you by being too forward. I’m sure the oldest ones in the bunch have figured out that you’re not in the lifestyle, and they don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. They’re not staring, are they?”
    “Nope. They’re just sneaking glances.” It’s kind of funny.
    “That’s what I thought. Plus you’re not collared.” Ah. Those funny necklaces with the padlocks. “They’re afraid you’re in here looking for a Dom, and most of them just want to play, not collar a sub.” I assume that collaring is some kind of ownership. That makes sense to me.
    I decide to throw some furtive glances their way. One of the guys is tall and blond, Viking-like in his coloring and build. There are a couple of guys with medium-brown hair and nice tans, but they look like hard workers, not beach bums hanging out just to brown. Maybe construction workers. Or cowboys. And there’s another guy.
    He didn’t stand out at first. When he glances my way I look away. There’s something about his eyes, like they want to devour me. He’s good-looking enough, wavy brown hair and a nice build, not heavy or stocky, just muscular. I’ll be fifty next year; he looks to be maybe forty? But there’s something about his face, his eyes actually, that just draws me in. I turn to Dave.
    “Hey, who’s the guy over there alone? The one with the eyes.”
    Dave looks at me like I’m nuts, then glances over my shoulder. “Oh, that’s Master Clint. He’s had a rough couple of years. I’m trying to get him to look for a sub to collar, but he’s resistant. Has his hands full.”
    “Full of what?” Now I’m curious.
    “You’d have to ask him,” Dave tells me, and I swear I see the corners of his mouth turn up just the tiniest bit. I feel like he’s just issued me a challenge. I’m just trying to decide if I accept. “Think you’ll come back?” he asks, interrupting my reverie.
    “I’d like to. Can I?”
    “Sure! I’ll work out something with the membership fee. And I’ll volunteer to be your trainer if you want.” He’s not smiling, just looking at me like he’s waiting for me to decide.
    Then it hits me. “Does that mean we’ll be having sex at some point?”
    “I don’t know any other way to train a sub so, yes, I’m sure it will.”
    There’s a second or two when I think I’m going to say no and then, to my surprise, I say, “Yeah. Sure. You can be my trainer.” Where the hell did that come from?, my vacationing brain screams.
    “Okay. I’ll work up some kind of schedule for training and give it to you to look over. It’ll probably take me a few days. In the meantime, get yourself tested and bring in the results.” At first I think he means for drugs, and then I realize what he’s talking about.
    “I haven’t been with anyone except my husb . . . ex in upwards of thirty years.”
    “Yeah, but do you know where he’s been that entire time?” I see his point, and I shake my head. “So get tested just to be on the safe side. Then we can proceed. Until then, if it comes up in your training, we’ve got plenty of condoms around here. Shouldn’t be a problem.” He says it so matter-of-factly that you’d think he fucks some new sub trainee every day.
    Well, maybe he does. “Have very many subs you’re training?”
    Dave laughs. He really looks sexy when he does that. “Nope, little one. I haven’t trained a sub in eight years. And I’m not sure I want to train you, but I am sure of one thing: I don’t want you getting hurt or scared. As long as I’m training you, I know you’re safe. So I’m willing to do it. Plus,” he says and winks, “you look like a good fuck.”
    Have to admit, no one’s ever said that to me before, and I kind of like it.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Test shots and pot shots and jackpots, oh my!

I had the partner help with some test shots tonight for the cover of The Celtic Fan. I'm still not getting exactly the angle I have in mind, but I'm confident that it will come together. I've got a good photographer who will be helping me, and it'll get done.

Now I've got the holidays hanging over my head. Spectacular. Just when I thought I couldn't get any busier.

Of note: Today I noticed that one of the writers whose work I read regularly has decided to suspend sales on Smashwords. She was one of the writers who did not make it through The Great Purge of 2013 unscathed; in fact, she's still struggling with some of her descriptions, content, and cover art to try to stay in the game with Amazon, B&N, and Kobo. I'm wondering what the deal is with Smashwords, and the only thing I can come up with is that they're now allowing the publishing of so much questionable material that perhaps it draws attention to erotic romance and erotica writers unnecessarily. And when I say questionable, know that I'm so anti-censorship that it ain't funny, but even I have a problem with daddy/daughter and brother/sister sex. (Sweet mother of god, I hope I'm not the only one who has a problem with these.) Anyway, maybe Amazon, B&N, and Kobo assume that if you're publishing on Smashwords, your books must be "smut." I don't know. I'd like to ask, but I get the impression from what I've seen that asking would just start a firestorm.

But for any of you readers out there who might be interested, I think I'm going to be doing some blog tours and things of that nature after the first of the year. You know what that means . . . CONTESTS! That'll be fun. So stay tuned!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Still working on it

Did a prototype of the new cover design for the Love Under Construction series. Ran it by someone whose opinion I value - two people, in fact - and both liked it. Now to do the actual work which I hate . . .

And I'm exhausted. Had to get up at the crack of dawn and go to pick up You-Know-Who. But I'm glad.

I'm doing the final proofing on The Celtic Fan and it's soooooo good. Sometimes I read it and I think, Did I really write this? I mean, I know I did, but it still seems unreal, probably because I thought I'd never see it again. Who knew?

So tomorrow is more proofing and then more proofing and some writing and then . . . more proofing. Editing and proofing. And proofing.

Man, I'm tired of proofing! It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.


Monday, December 9, 2013

What a weird, weird day

This morning started off with my first glimpse of a snow plow. I was over an hour behind getting to gym because that's how long it took me to get the ice off my windshield! I went straight from there to the store that shall not be named because I was out of everything, especially produce. No apples, oranges, strawberries, grapes, and just one lonely little banana. Of course, he had to have some friends.

By the time it was all said and done, I made my "Eight-Can Taco Soup" for which I was given a recipe, got some laundry started, cleaned up the kitchen, and then it was almost time for bed. Got some good news; got some bad news. Picked through erotic photos for cover art all evening. And now I'm just about done.

And I never got my adult beverage. Hmmmm . . . what happened there? I guess if I didn't have it I didn't need it anyway.

Got NO writing done today. Got NO editing done today. Tomorrow can't be like that. So we'll see, huh?

Off to bed!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

I'm tired

I finished TWO BOOKS today. Yes, you read right, two books. I'm exhausted. I now have four books in edit. I have two more I'd like to be working on, but I've also got cover redesigns to do for five books, so there's that. And, oddly enough, I'd like to sleep sometime. Don't know when, but sometime.

Won't be long and there'll be yet another Harper's Cove book out, Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove. Yum! As always, this one is very different from the first two, but that's the beauty of this series. It's one of the books in edit.

Another of the books in edit is Renovating a Heart, the third novel in the Love Under Construction series. It's not due out until spring, so I'm not feeling quite so rushed on that one.

One of the books I finished today that's going into first edit is an independent erotic romance called Adventurous Me. It's a fun book, quirky and sweet, and I love the way it turned out. It's a great read.

Last but not least, in its final run-through edit is The Celtic Fan, my baby. This book will blow you away; I'm not kidding. Seeing it go live will be one of the great joys of my life. I think Diana, Steve, Bill, and Claire will capture your hearts just like they did mine.

I'm going to bed. This cold, nasty weather is about to get on my last nerve. Buona notte, amici miei.

The release of Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove is today!

The newest novella in the Harper's Cove series, Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove, came out today! This book was a fun write, and sweet, too.

These books have several things going for them:
- They're inexpensive, just $0.99;
- They're fast, naughty, steamy reads;
- Each one is written from the first-person perspective of two of the residents of the cove. Because of that, one voice in each book is different, and the reader gets the feeling that they're actually meeting a new neighbor in each book. The other voice, Gloria, becomes someone the reader knows well (and wishes they didn't!);
- Did I mention they're just $0.99? Yeah, they're only $0.99!

So get yourself on over there and see what's going on at 314 Harper's Cove. They're the kinkiest neighbors in the neighborhood . . .

or are they?