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August 17, 2014
Sneaky Snippet
I’ve been working on a little something that I’m really thrilled about. It’s called Giving Off Sparks and it’s the follow up to Burning Up, which is my story in the Down and Dirty boxed set. I just typed the end on it at around 5:30pm Sunday so it’s as yet unedited. But I thought to celebrate the The End part I’d share the first few pages of what I’ve done with you. I’m really really in love with Rob 
Giving Off Sparks (Book 2 of the Ashton Heights Fire Series)
Chapter One
Two things woke Rob McConnell at 3:46 in the morning. The sound of a woman screaming and the acrid smell of smoke.
He shot out of bed, his firefighter’s instincts on full alert. Yesterday, he’d spent the better part of a ten hour shift working with his crew and several others to dampen a factory fire before it spread to the surrounding industrial area. They managed to douse the flames without any loss of life, but they weren’t always so lucky. Screaming and smoke tended to make Rob spring right into action.
He was yanking on a pair of jeans in two seconds, bolting out of his bedroom in three. He stopped in the darkened hall, listening for the roar of flames. It took him a moment to realize there was no roar, and that the woman’s screams weren’t the ‘come and save me I’m burning to death’ kind. They were more of the ‘Oh, God, baby, yes! I’m coming… I’m coming… oooohhh!’ variety.
Rob groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hands. His housemates were at it again. Blair Bowman and Leo Chatfield—otherwise known at the fire station as Blue and Chats—were working their way through all the women in Ashton Heights, and a few surrounding suburbs, who were willing to take both of them on at the same time. Unfortunately, there were a lot to choose from.
Ordinarily Rob wouldn’t care what his two workmates did in the bedroom. He wasn’t a complete stranger to the delights of three-way action himself. But the walls in the old Queenslander the three of them shared were paper thin. The noise was effecting his sleep.
Pushing out a sigh, Rob walked into the kitchen to grab the milk from the fridge. Just as he was about to lift the carton to his lips he detected that scent of smoke again. The screams might have been nothing to worry about but that persistent smell was a concern. He followed it to the open kitchen window, which faced the kitchen window of the neighboring house. Through the glass he saw a telltale orange glow emanating from inside.
“Shit!”
Rob dropped the milk carton, spilling the contents all over the linoleum floor. Ignoring the mess, he yanked the fire extinguisher off its wall bracket and bolted toward the sliding glass door that lead to the back patio. He ran down the stairs three at a time, vaulted over the fence between the two properties and leapt up the back stairs of number nineteen. He banged on the glass of the house’s back door, trying to rouse the single mother and three kids who lived inside.
Through the glass Rob could see the fire had already consumed the toaster on the bench. As he watched and banged furiously on the door, the flames leapt from the toaster to a nearby tea towel and set it alight.
Where the hell were their smoke alarms? Fuck it, he thought. He couldn’t wait for Cheryl to wake up. He lifted the fire extinguisher and rammed the base of it into the door. A crack appeared in the glass immediately. With only one more blow the whole sheet exploded. Glass fell everywhere, leaving shards on the inside and outside of the house.
A woman screamed, the sound ear-splitting. Rob didn’t even look at her as he leapt over the broken glass and headed for the kitchen. He lifted the fire extinguisher and released the safety switch. Rob gave it a few good long bursts, spraying at the flames until he buried the small blaze in white foam.
When the noise of the extinguisher died down, silence fell. Outside, a dog barked. A few screen doors creaked as they opened. The commotion had obviously gotten the attention of the neighbors. Rob’s heart rate began to calm as the adrenaline eased out of his system.
It sped up again at the sound of one shrill question. “Why in the world did you do that?”
Rob’s head whipped around so he got his first real look at the woman who’d screamed earlier. A woman who was definitely not Cheryl, the forty something mother of three who lived at number nineteen. This woman was not forty, probably wouldn’t be for at least fifteen years. And if her hips had born any children they sure didn’t show a sign of it. She was trim and slender, with long hair that fell in straight dark strands all the way to her tiny waist. Which wasn’t far because she was short.
She was short, cute, and really ticked off. Which ticked Rob off. Fortunately, his annoyance distracted him from the feeling of being sucker punched he experienced the first instant he laid eyes on the woman behind him.
like it?
Sami
August 6, 2014
August 1, 2014
Time for a Rendezvous
My first ever solo self publishing venture is now available! I’m so excited about this, I got a little thrill when I pressed the ‘publish’ button. Self-publishing is something I’ve been thinking about doing for a long time and Rendezvous is my way of getting my feet wet. The characters in my story, Cassie and Reed, get their feet wet, as well as a lot of other parts, lol. But this story is about more than just sex. This is a story about a couple who has drifted apart finding each other again. It’s about a man accepting the monumental importance of communication, compromise and humility in a relationship (all the gals know what I’m talking about, right?). It’s about tropical waters, warm sunshine, magical islands, sea sickness and second chances. Basically, it’s just a lot of fun packed into a small package. Kinda like me *wink*
Six days at sea with her ex… Conditions are about to get rough
Twelve months ago Cassie Dalton fled Sydney and her three year marriage to tough city cop, Reed. Now she’s living a new life chartering tourists around the pristine tropical waters of the Whitsunday Passage on her inherited yacht, The Rendezvous. Despite having unresolved feelings for her estranged husband, she sends divorce papers in her desperation to move on. To her surprise the move shakes Reed out of his emotional hibernation and brings him to north Queensland, determined to win her back. As they spend the next six days sailing and sharing secrets, Cassie begins to wonder why she ever thought living without the man she loves was a solid life plan.
But just as she thinks all their fences have mended, Reed breaks her heart all over again…
Rendezvous is available from Smashwords Amazon iBooks B&N
Yay!
Sami
July 24, 2014
Ready for a Rendezvous?
I’m so excited to announce another release! You might call it a flash release because I’m taking you by surprise with
it . I wrote this little short story a while back and have been sitting on it, because I needed to get up to speed on the whole self publishing thing before I released it. Eventually I decided I just had to jump in and do it, so here I am, announcing my first ever solo self publishing venture! (can you hear my knees knocking from where you are?)
I always wanted to release this story on my own because I liked it so much the way it was–short, hot, kind of sweet and sad in parts, and overall uplifting. It’s a story about an estranged husband and wife who have one last shot at making their marriage work. In Romanceland, we so often focus on firsts–first meetings, first loves, first kisses and the first (insert your preferred verb here *wink*). That’s good stuff, fun stuff. But we rarely get to see what happens after the initial blush of love starts to wear off and a couple is left to deal with real life stuff. When my heroine Cassie and her husband Reed had to deal with their real life issues, they didn’t do it very well. In Rendezvous, we see them trying to rectify that… while sailing around the idyllic Whitsunday Islands of course. Because I’m the author and I could set the book anywhere I wanted .
So are you ready for a book not about firsts this time, but about second chances?
Six days at sea with her ex… Conditions are about to get rough
Twelve months ago Cassie Dalton fled Sydney and her three year marriage to tough city cop, Reed. Now she’s living a new life chartering tourists around the pristine tropical waters of the Whitsunday Passage on her inherited yacht, The Rendezvous. Despite having unresolved feelings for her estranged husband, she sends divorce papers in her desperation to move on. To her surprise the move shakes Reed out of his emotional hibernation and brings him to north Queensland, determined to win her back. As they spend the next six days sailing and sharing secrets, Cassie begins to wonder why she ever thought living without the man she loves was a solid life plan.
But just as she thinks all their fences have mended, Reed breaks her heart all over again…
Release date 1 August 14. Preorder at Smashwords. You can read an excerpt here.
What do you think?
Sami
PS (oh and don’t you just LOVE the cover? I’ll tell you a secret, one of the other very talented Divas made it for me… can you guess who?)
July 15, 2014
Irrepressible Jasmine out NOW!
Book 2 in the Wild Crush series has just been released, and let me tell you it is one hot book. Jasmine is a great character, a true ‘bad girl’ who returns to her hometown for what is supposed to be a temporary stay. She thinks she can get a little action with an old school buddy while she’s marking time in Leyton’s Headland, but her fun affair soon becomes a lot more complex than that. Jasmine has a lot of demons to face. Luckily, Aaron Sanderson is there to help her do that in the sexiest way possible! (note: there are silk neck ties and wooden rulers involved )
Blurb – Irrepressible Jasmine
You can’t keep a bad girl down…at least not without restraints. 
Wild Crush, Book 2
After an affair with a Dom turns sour, Jasmine Campbell returns to Leyton’s Headland to build up some good karma by keeping her sister’s business afloat. For that, she needs help from real estate developer Aaron Sanderson—an old school mate who’s grown up movie-star handsome.
When Jasmine knocks on his office door, Aaron can barely contain his triumph. In high school he had an unrequited crush on Jasmine, but ten years on he’s better at close encounters with the opposite sex. He thinks he knows just how to handle Jasmine—with an aloof demeanor and a firm hand.
Little does he know just how firm a hand Jasmine needs.
Jasmine figures a fun vanilla fling will cleanse her sexual palate. Yet her lover proves himself surprisingly adept at satisfying her submissive desires. And soon she’s in serious danger of doing the one thing she swore never to do: fall in love.
Warning: Contains casual sex, intimate sex, slow sex, fast sex, rough sex, roleplay sex and spanking. So basically, lots of sex and spanking.
You can download Irrepressible Jasmine at these vendors
Samhain Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
And do check out book #1 in the series, Unforgettable Summer, which tells the story of a World No 1 Surfing champion who comes home to reunite with the woman he’s always loved.
Samhain Amazon Kobo Barnes & Noble
And book 3 in this series, Eternal Brand, is currently being written and is due for release around March 2015! (it’s an MMF people. Yummmmy)
Sami
June 26, 2014
It’s Heeerrrreee!
The Down Under Divas Down and Dirty All MFM All Ménage All Hot Boxed Set is out!
Wow, that’s a mouthful (that’s what she said *snicker*)
4 brand new stories written just for you, all available in one set for the amazing introductory price of .99c. You can pick up a copy from Amazon now!
And a bunch of other retailers of course
Smashwords ARe , Kobo and iBooks
Pleasure intensified. Desire multiplied.
Burning Up by Sami Lee
Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters.
Compliance by Lexxie Couper
Bethany’s got a thing for two hot guys: a nerd and a jock. She’s also got a fantasy that will be mutually pleasurable for them all. She isn’t expecting complete and utter sexual domination though…nor losing her heart to one of them.
Party Of Three by Jess Dee
Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret. Their mutual lust for the same woman, Chelsea Holden, could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.
Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill
For one night Kitty will be everything Ethan and Finn want. But living out her wildest fantasies was never meant to be this good. And when the sun comes up she’ll discover she’s given them more than her body. She’d given them her heart.
Woot! I hope you check out this great little set of novellas. We had such fun writing them and I think that makes them pretty awesome fun to read.
You can check out the Down and Dirty page for an excerpt from my contribution to the set, Burning Up. And head to the Down Under Divas blog for more info on the other stories written by my mates Jess, Rhian and Lexxie.
Cheers,
Sami
June 12, 2014
2 Week Coundown Begins…
The Down Under Divas are bringing you what the Down Under Divas do best…hot Aussie men being bad, and sexy, and romantic and dominating and lust-worthy.
Available June 27, the Down and Dirty box set is four brand new, never-before published m/f/m novellas, just perfect for your reading pleasure. But be warned…when the Down Under Divas decide to turn up the Aussie heat, you are really going to burn…
The Down and Dirty box set will be available for pre-order any second now, but if you can’t wait, let us tease you with these four excerpts from each of us…
Excerpt – Party of Three by Jess Dee
Her eyes smoldered, her lids lowered to half-mast and breath puffed from her mouth. Then she took his lips with hers and proceeded to blow his world clean away with her kiss.
Last night, Levi had told Spencer he really liked Chelsea. This morning, those words made a mockery of his true feelings. He didn’t just like the woman. He was already halfway in love with her.
And God knew, Levi had not loved a woman in a long time.
He nudged her thighs apart, making space for himself between her legs. Then he bent his knees slightly and repositioned his hips, sighing in relief as his cock came to rest in the V of her thighs.
The urge to thrust against her almost did his head in, and repressing that urge about killed him, but outside, in the open like this, he had no choice. If he gave in to his impulses, he’d be arrested for public indecency.
It was Chelsea who broke the kiss this time round. “If we weren’t standing in the middle of Centennial Park,” she whispered in his ear, “I’d insist you fuck me. Hard and fast and right here against the paperbark tree.”
“Chels.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it.”
With his eyes closed, her scent was even more alluring. Sweet and spicy and totally addictive. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the urge to grind against her—and was immediately rewarded by her muffled whimper and barely repressed shudder.
“Never would have needed to start this here if you’d agreed to marry me.”
“Can’t marry you, Levi.” She trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on his lobe—which instantly turned into an erogenous zone.
He tilted his head to the side to give her easier access. He moved his hands up her waist and rested his thumbs on her ribs. All he need do was brush them upwards and he’d caress the curves of those stunning breasts. “Give me a reason. One good reason and I’ll stop asking.”
A slow release of her breath tortured the side of his neck as she freed his ear and pulled back. Her shoulders seemed to sag against his chest.
Levi opened his eyes to find himself staring into hers. While he could still clearly see his desire reflected in those green pools, he saw something else too. Something he wasn’t altogether sure he liked.
She blinked several times but didn’t lower her gaze. “I don’t think you’re going to be happy with my reason.”
“If it keeps us apart, you’re probably right.”
“I want you to take me, Levi. I’ve wanted it a long time.” She licked her lips, and Levi found it almost impossible not to claim her tongue again. “For you to finally, finally fuck me.”
He muttered something unintelligible—mostly because intelligible speech failed him at that point.
“But…”
Shit, he hated that word. “But?”
“But you’re not the only one I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Excerpt — Burning Up by Sami Lee
Pam had no idea what was going on. She liked Rob—had had more than one fantasy about being carried to bed in his strong arms. But they were just fantasies, ones she indulged in because she knew nothing would ever happen between her and the tall, godly blond. He was seven years younger than her for a start, and so good looking he could have anyone. What would he want with an ordinary-looking English teacher with a flat chest and too many freckles?
As for Steve…she detested Steve. Although her interactions with Rob up until now had been no more than friendly, Pam could understand suddenly finding herself in physical turmoil over him. But Steve? No way was she going there.
So it had to be Rob. Rob was turning her on. Yet…hooking her arm through Rob’s had been funny. It wasn’t until she’d found herself flanked by him and Steve that her hormones had run riot.
Oh dear, Lord. Did she want them both?
She let out a wry sound, something between a groan and a laugh. “Now I get it.”
“Get what?” Rob asked.
“How Erica feels. A girl could easily get used to this.” At their blank looks, she elaborated. “You know, two men. Double trouble. A bit of sandwich action.”
She’d meant it as a joke, a little humor to ease the tension. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. It was an inadvertent admission that she was aroused, and when she saw a look pass between the two men, she knew they’d interpreted it clearly.
“I’m just saying. Not that I want that, but I can see why someone might go that way. That’s all.” Pam laughed, and it sounded awkward in the stillness of approaching evening. “I’m not making a pass, guys. Seriously.”
She was babbling. She was a giggling, babbling breathless mess and the guys still hadn’t said anything. They continued to escort her, continued to wind heat all around her as they walked. And she saw that look pass between them again, as if they were asking each other a question through telepathy.
When she glimpsed Erica’s place up ahead, she jumped at the chance to extricate herself from the embarrassing situation. “Look, we’re here.” She pulled her hands away from each man and increased her pace, putting distance between her and them. “I’m going to find Erica and ask if she needs a hand in the kitchen. See you in there.”
Damned if her voice didn’t rise three octaves on that last word.
Where was a great gaping hole in the ground when you wanted one to swallow you whole?
Excerpt – Compliance by Lexxie Couper
“Fuck, Logan.” Curtis’s low mutter dragged Logan’s gaze from her back and her swaying hips. “I don’t know if I can…” His best mate trailed off, a twisted grimace on his face.
Logan frowned. “If you can what?”
Curtis let out a ragged sigh, turning to stare at the view beyond the railing again. Logan didn’t miss the muscles bunching in Curtis’s jaw. Nor the rapid movement of his Adam’s apple.
“Nothing,” he muttered with a shake of his head. “Nothing.”
He watched the yachts sailing over the water’s surface for a long moment, his body tense. Logan knew him well enough to recognize when he was dealing with internal turmoil, and right now, Curtis was neck high in it.
Neck high and struggling.
Logan hadn’t seen him this way since their high school principal had suspended him for a week two days before the high school national cricket finals.
The memory of that event and of the reason Curtis had been suspended rolled over Logan like a heavy blanket, bringing with it a sense of love and guilt so powerful it hurt.
Letting out a slow breath, Logan rested his elbows on the railing to mimic his friend’s stance. “I’ll make you a deal,” he said, a slight waver in his voice. Was he seriously about to suggest what he thought he was? Was he truly that brave? Or foolish?
Curtis cocked an eyebrow at him. “What’s that?”
Logan’s heart became an insane sledgehammer. Thank God, he wasn’t one of those nerds who reached for an inhaler whenever he was under stress and out of his league. As it was, he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself shoving his glasses farther up his nose. “I’m going to walk back into the kitchen and ask Bethany on a date. Just me and her. When she says no, and she will, you have to walk in there and sweep her off her feet. Deal?”
Curtis stared at him. Silent.
“That way,” Logan went on, chest tight, gut a twisting knot, fingers inching to adjust his glasses, “you can go after the woman you want and I can stop feeling guilty about you not going after her.”
His friend’s jaw bunched. Again.
Surprised at his own masochistic mental state, Logan laughed. “I’m not stupid, Curtis. And I’ve got eyes. The chemistry between you two is phenomenal. I may ache to be with her—and I do—but you two were born to be together. It makes sense. So don’t argue with me.”
Curtis opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“Dinner is served.”
At Bethany’s low murmur laced with mirth and delight, Logan jumped. As did Curtis. It was the second time that evening she’d startled them in such a way.
And as before, they both swung to face her. Unlike their time at the Cricketer’s Cup however, Logan couldn’t find a single word to say.
Not when his gaze fell on Bethany standing but a few feet away.
Completely and utterly naked.
Except for the blood-red stilettos on her feet.
She looked at them both, her eyes glinting with open delight. “So,” she said, smoothing her palms down over her hips. “Who’s hungry?”
Excerpt – Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill
Kitty took a deep breath and held it.
I can do this.
Breathing out through her nose in a steady stream, she tried to calm her rioting nerves.
I have to do this.
Lord, if she chickened out now she’d never forgive herself. But the urge to leave was swallowing her whole.
No dammit!
For once—just once—she wanted to be the bold, sexy, confident, go-after-what-she-wants woman she’d dreamed of being.
I will do this.
Kitty raised her chin and stared at the house across the street. Lights ablaze and music pouring from inside like water through a sieve, the place oozed party. For some reason—whether inspired by the driving beat thumping the walls and vibrating the very air she breathed or the scantily clad individuals spilling from inside and milling about on the lawn—Kitty felt a sexual pull like no other.
Lowering her gaze, she drew in another big breath and let it go in a rush.
Who was she kidding? Her arousal had nothing to do with the pounding music or the barely clothed people across the street. Two words explained her current state of electrified awareness.
Two names that wrenched her slumberous libido from its dormant status into the bright lights of need and want. God. She’d spent weeks, months—years—admiring them from afar. In her fantasies, she was one of the women they regularly took to bed. Together. A shiver rolled over her. Kitty might not be an inexperienced virgin, but she’d never ventured far into the carnal territory Ethan and Finn liked to play in.
She hadn’t had the nerve.
Still didn’t.
But she was going to pretend.
For one night, Kelly Owens—aka Kitty—would be the woman that men wanted.
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June 5, 2014
A$$holes Need Not Apply
I have a confession to make. I think alpha males are assholes.
This is a big statement from a romance writer, because the alpha male is hella popular in my world. But I stand by my beliefs, because they’re mine and no one can take them away from me. Check this out:
Alpha male:
A man tending to assume a dominant or domineering role in social or professional situations
(oxforddictionaries.com)
Domineering? I don’t know about you, but if I were still out there in the murky world of singledom, I think I’d be steering away from the domineering types. A man who thinks he has some God given right to be the most dominant person in a social or professional situation is either over compensating for some vital qualities he lacks or he was simply born an asshole with delusions of grandeur. He’s a guy who thinks he owns the world, and I have a problem with guys who think they own the friggin’ world. He’s the type of tool who ‘won’t take no for an answer’. It still shocks me that this is seen as a good character trait in a man. Because ‘no’ is indeed an answer.
One more time for the record: ‘no’ is a perfectly acceptable answer to any and all questions.
In short, the typical alpha dude is not the type of guy I would date, that I would want my friends, my sister, or my daughters dating, let alone marrying. So why would I want to read about him in my romance novels? I don’t. Of course it’s every reader’s prerogative to enjoy any book they want. It’s every writer’s prerogative to write whatever the hell they want. I will fight for free speech and freedom of expression until my dying breath, just as I will exercise my freedom to write the male characters that I like to read about. Aka, the type of guys I would actually want to spend time with if I met them in real life.
I won’t say I’ve never written heroes with annoying habits or alpha qualities. I’ve written obstinate men, men with commitment issues, abandonment issues, past relationship baggage, criminal records, cocky attitudes, too much testosterone on the brain, poor communication skills, men who don’t get women, men who sleep around and men who burp at inappropriate moments. I’ve written men who come across as assholes, but are in fact using their asshole-ness as a shield to protect themselves from harm. Flaws in a hero are fine, nay they are necessary to realism. Also, perfect people limit the scope for character growth in a book, which to me is the whole point of writing a book in the first place. So I want to write about guys who have issues. What I don’t want to write is a book that makes a man who can’t bear being in a social or professional situation unless he is the top dog the hero of said book. That’s a guy so lacking in self-confidence that he feels the need to make others subservient to him in order to pump himself up. That’s a guy with no respect for other’s rights to equal standing. That’s a douchebag.
This might just be me. In fact I think I’m pretty fucking isolated out here on my life raft, being a lover of nice guys and beta heroes in Romanceland. But as I can’t seem to write my heroes any other way, I’m done apologizing for it. I’m done wishing I could make my guys bigger assholes so I could sell more books. I’m done trying to figure out what the next big twisted alpha hero type will be and hope I can luck upon writing one so I can give up my day job, which continues to be a regrettable but necessary time suck in my life.
I’m done, I tellsya.
I’m going to work on a manifesto, I think. The Sami Lee Manifesto.
Maybe.
Sami
May 28, 2014
I’m a Feminist but…
Too often I hear women start discussions about issues that affect equality with these words:
“I’m not a feminist, but…”
It’s a shame the word ‘feminist’ has been tarnished to the point that today’s women are frightened to be associated with it. I could talk for a while about why that is or how it occurred, but I’ll go on a tangent and that’s not what I wanted to do today. Today I wanted to turn this sentence around and do a little exercise to demonstrate the power of words. I’m a writer, after all. The power and wonder of words is what drew me into this sometimes crazy world I exist in.
Let me start by saying this:
“I AM a feminist but…”
Now…
“I’m a feminist but I shave my legs and wear make-up.”
“I’m a feminist but I love lacy lingerie.”
“I’m a feminist but I love men. (I mean, LOVE ‘EM. Check out my Pinterest boards, or my books).”
“I’m a feminist but I believe in the transformative power of love.”
“I’m a feminist but I’m a romance writer.”
All the above are true statements. Now I want to do the simple exercise I mentioned, the one that demonstrates the power of words.
Replace the ‘but’ in the sentences above with the word ‘and’.
Better?
The but in those sentences is negating. It makes the second half of the sentence contravene the first half, as though the two things can’t, or shouldn’t, exist in the same realm. As though a person who believes in feminist ideals can’t, at the same time, love and appreciate men, or wear lingerie or lipstick or (gasp!) write romance novels that show male/female relationships (and sometimes male/male, or male/male/female relationships) in a positive light.
I’m here to tell you folks, she can. I do.
My name is Sami. I am a feminist, and a romance writer.
And I’m proud to be both.
*The #YesAllWomen hashtag has exploded on twitter, and I’ve been following it all week. If you don’t know what it’s about yet, check it out on twitter, follow the links to one or several of the fantastic articles. Or just read one of these
http://damemagazine.com/2014/05/27/its-not-all-men-its-men
** Warning: A series of ranty posts may lay ahead. Because I haven’t even scratched the surface of how I feel about all I’ve been reading this week yet. I haven’t even begun to touch on the years of frustration and anger and downright terror I’ve felt, and buried, when I think of the world I’m raising my daughters in. I’m by nature a peacekeeper, a moderator, the one in the room who wants everyone to be happy and so subjugates her own needs in order to facilitate harmony.
I’m not going to be that person anymore. For the sake of my girls, I’m not. And as a writer I believe words are the most powerful things on the planet. So I may share my thoughts on this and how words relate to equality, misogyny and romance novels. It may involve swearing and other cool stuff.
Sounds like fun, huh?
I hope you bear with me. If not, fine. This stuff is actually for me first, kinda like a journal. So I’m not going to cry if you don’t like it, ya know?
Sami
May 20, 2014
Five things I learned at RT2014
1 Louisiana drink is equal to 3 regular drinks. Be wary when drinking cocktails. Be very wary.
Soul food is good for soaking up the alcohol. Not so good for the hips but if you ignore point #2 you’ll be so hungover you won’t care.
Never follow a big scary-looking guy into a hole in the wall café that you can’t see from the street. Unless it serves the best pancakes in the entire world. Then it’s okay.
There is no need to play around with elevator technology. A simple up arrow, accompanied by a down arrow will suffice. Attendees of RT this year know what I’m talking about. Am I right?
Had a fantastic time at RT14 in New Orleans, but I can’t say I’m not glad to be home. I will miss the beignets though. Ah, the beignets…
Sami
