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February 23, 2018
Year of the Dog Giveaway Prizes
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So, here are the prizes for the Year of the Dog / Goodbye Korea Giveaway so far. Not pictured are two art prints a friend has donated to the giveaway because they haven’t arrived yet.
As you can see there are a couple of Dog Mug plus drink sets:
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A red silk purse:
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Two Olympic Mascot Heat Up Bears (I believe you microwave them–the packaging is pretty intense so I am not able to open it to check out the particulars without decimating it. P.S. That’a also why there is glare in this image.)
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Some Olympic themed socks:
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And some beauty masks that also mimic animal faces when you put them on–animal faces (kitty, panda and tiger) are drawn on the masks:
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To enter, please sign up for my Newsletter / mailing list (see link at the bottom of the page). On March 5th, I will randomly choose winners from the list and announce the winners in the Newsletter. I will then contact each individual via email and ask for shipping information.
Note: This is not some sort of trick to get you to sign up for my newsletter. I just don’t want anyone to publicly have to post their personal information in the comments section of this website. You are quite free to unsubscribe from my list after the giveaway. My feelings won’t be hurt in the slightest:-)
~Kit
February 19, 2018
Flash Fiction Fridays
So, you may have noticed that I have been dithering a bit over how to go about doing this flash fiction thing. For several weeks this section has sat contentless while I tried to figure it out. Of course the thing about beginning something is that you’ve got to just begin right?
So this is me beginning.
Rather than spend anymore time trying to create some sort of grandiose system or anything, I am going to simply choose a writing prompt from Pinterest, set a time limit and see what happens. I will do this sometime on Friday my time because alliteration–Flash Fiction Fridays. My inner English Lit Major lives;-)
~Kit
Welcome to the Year of the Dog Giveaway
Hey all, one thing you may not know about me is that I live in South Korea and that we just celebrated Lunar New Year here. Yep, in lunar terms, we have no officially embarked on the Year of the Dog. Pretty cool eh?
I mean it could be something awful like the year of the cockroach right?
But dogs are objectively awesome and the Year of the Dog Swag going on over here is pretty great!
So, since I am leaving Korea for Portugal shortly, I thought it would be great to do a Goodbye Korea / Welcome to the Year of the Dog Giveaway before I go.
How it Will Work:
1)I will search out some Year of the Dog / Korea prizes and post images of them here.
2) In order to avoid you having to post your email in the comments section below for the whole internet to view, I will request that you join my Newsletter list. (See link at the bottom of the page.)
3) On March 5th, I will randomly select the winners from the list and announce their prizes in a Newsletter.
4)I will then privately contact each winner via email and ask for their shipping addresses so that I can send out the prizes.
Questions? Comments? Please leave them in the comment section below or email them to me. This is my first time doing a giveaway like this and I am sure I am forgetting something(s).
P.S. If you aren’t into Newsletters, feel free to unsubscribe after the contest. I promise that my feelings won’t be hurt.
~Kit
Featured Image Attribution: “2015_Seollal_17” By Republic of Korea is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
February 8, 2018
Sneak Peak for New Book ‘Earl Gray With the High Horse Bastard’ Available February 2018!
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‘Earl Gray With the High horse bastard’
Excerpt :
“I can’t help but feel that you’re about to ask for something Sinclair.” Hastings nodded at the overburdened coffee table as he took a seat on my pirate sofa.
I fought the urge to deny it. “Actually, I would like to make a proposal.” I took a seat across from him.
“An indecent one by the look of things.” He eyed the plates of scones, sandwiches and assorted pastries that I had arranged on the table. “You must have been baking all night.”
I leaned forward and hefted the tea pot. “Tea?” I had ordered everything online from a local tea shop but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Sure.” He remained where he was forcing me to pour the tea into his cup where it rested on the table. That monumental exercise in balancing a full tea pot over, I filled my own cup. Once I had doctored my tea with milk, I nabbed a scone and several sandwiches for myself and then proffered the tongs.
Hastings eyed me from his position leaning back against the sofa. “What do you want Sinclair?”
“Is that the expression you use on writers who have the nerve to ask for an extension?” I set the tongs down.
“Are you asking for an extension?”
“Nope.” I took up a tiny cucumber sandwich took a bite. I eyed him as I chewed. I must be nuts to think this could work. “I am asking for a collaboration.”
He looked incredulous. “For gods sake Sinclair, you have fourteen days to finish this project. Exactly who do you think I can get on such short notice? I’m an editor not a wizard.”
I popped the remainder of the sandwich into my mouth and smiled. “You.”
He blinked. “Me?”
“Yes.” Enjoying his reaction, I took a moment to contemplate the choices on my plate. Is it scone time or do I continue with the sandwiches? Eventually I selected a salmon sandwich. “Problem?”
“Why?” There was a hard edge to the question that I didn’t understand and a tension in his posture that hadn’t been there earlier.
“Because you were right.”
“Does it hurt?” He quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Hurt?” I echoed, confused.
“Admitting I’m right.” He clarified finally leaning forward to snag his cup of tea.
“Smug bastard.”
“So I’ve been told.” He regarded me over the brim of his cup. “What brought this on?”
“Last night, after you left I did some research.” I felt my stomach begin to squirm uncomfortably as I prepared to venture into potentially hazardous territory. “About what you said.”
He took a sip of tea. “I leave and you immediately start to research?”
“Well—no.” I scowled at him. “First I cleaned the bathroom.”
“First you cleaned the bathroom and then you hit the computer?” He tilted his head back.
“I was pissed.” I muttered into my tea.
“At me?” Was that amusement? I glanced up at him. It was.
“Yes at you.” I nabbed my scone and began to break it into small pieces. The destruction satisfying both my residual irritation and my building squeamishness.
“Are you shredding that scone in my place Sinclair?”
“Yes.” I admitted.
“You’re still pissed at me.”
“Yes.” I answered his non-question.
“Why?” His question hung between us for a long moment as I tried to find the words to answer.
“Because it would have been simpler.” I dropped the remaining piece of scone on my plate with a sigh. “And I only have fourteen days. And—” I waved at hand in the general direction of the powers-that-be. “But,” I amended my conjunction. “You were—are right about the existing material being crap.” I let that settle between us as I took a deep breath. “And I need help.” I hated the way that sounded so I opened my mouth to add to that, to modify it somehow.
“Why me?” He cut me off with a quiet aggression that had me trying to read his expression.
“As you said, there’s no time to get anyone else,” I stammered still trying to read him while my stomach churned. “And as you demonstrated last night you already have opinions about—and you’re available…”
“And?”
“And?”
He glanced down at his tea briefly before leveling his gaze back at me. “And I have a disability—Cerebral Palsy. Like the hero in the book.” His tone was as level as his gaze. “If we are going to collaborate Sinclair you’re going to have to overcome your discomfort with that and learn to look directly at it. Fourteen days does not allow for a lot of time for dancing around your feelings.”
I felt as though someone had swept the proverbial rug out form under me. My feelings? “Okay.” I said slowly, feeling my way along. “So is that a yes? You’ll collaborate?”
He studied me for a long moment. “That’s a conditional yes.” He affirmed. “So long as you don’t get squeamish on me, I will collaborate.”
Despite the fact that it was clearly a warning, I felt a surge of relief one that evaporated as quickly as it had come at his next words.
“Have you ever fucked a man with a disability Sinclair?”
Available February 24th on Amazon
Sneak Peak Image Attribution:
“Novak 3”, by Milos Milosevic is licensed under CC BY 2.0 (Changes made to image—image cropped, desaturated and text added.)
Sneak Peak for New Book Available February 2018!
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Excerpt:
“I can’t help but feel that you’re about to ask for something Sinclair.” Hastings nodded at the overburdened coffee table as he took a seat on my pirate sofa.
I fought the urge to deny it. “Actually, I would like to make a proposal.” I took a seat across from him.
“An indecent one by the look of things.” He eyed the plates of scones, sandwiches and assorted pastries that I had arranged on the table. “You must have been baking all night.”
I leaned forward and hefted the tea pot. “Tea?” I had ordered everything online from a local tea shop but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Sure.” He remained where he was forcing me to pour the tea into his cup where it rested on the table. That monumental exercise in balancing a full tea pot over, I filled my own cup. Once I had doctored my tea with milk, I nabbed a scone and several sandwiches for myself and then proffered the tongs.
Hastings eyed me from his position leaning back against the sofa. “What do you want Sinclair?”
“Is that the expression you use on writers who have the nerve to ask for an extension?” I set the tongs down.
“Are you asking for an extension?”
“Nope.” I took up a tiny cucumber sandwich took a bite. I eyed him as I chewed. I must be nuts to think this could work. “I am asking for a collaboration.”
He looked incredulous. “For gods sake Sinclair, you have fourteen days to finish this project. Exactly who do you think I can get on such short notice? I’m an editor not a wizard.”
I popped the remainder of the sandwich into my mouth and smiled. “You.”
He blinked. “Me?”
“Yes.” Enjoying his reaction, I took a moment to contemplate the choices on my plate. Is it scone time or do I continue with the sandwiches? Eventually I selected a salmon sandwich. “Problem?”
“Why?” There was a hard edge to the question that I didn’t understand and a tension in his posture that hadn’t been there earlier.
“Because you were right.”
“Does it hurt?” He quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Hurt?” I echoed, confused.
“Admitting I’m right.” He clarified finally leaning forward to snag his cup of tea.
“Smug bastard.”
“So I’ve been told.” He regarded me over the brim of his cup. “What brought this on?”
“Last night, after you left I did some research.” I felt my stomach begin to squirm uncomfortably as I prepared to venture into potentially hazardous territory. “About what you said.”
He took a sip of tea. “I leave and you immediately start to research?”
“Well—no.” I scowled at him. “First I cleaned the bathroom.”
“First you cleaned the bathroom and then you hit the computer?” He tilted his head back.
“I was pissed.” I muttered into my tea.
“At me?” Was that amusement? I glanced up at him. It was.
“Yes at you.” I nabbed my scone and began to break it into small pieces. The destruction satisfying both my residual irritation and my building squeamishness.
“Are you shredding that scone in my place Sinclair?”
“Yes.” I admitted.
“You’re still pissed at me.”
“Yes.” I answered his non-question.
“Why?” His question hung between us for a long moment as I tried to find the words to answer.
“Because it would have been simpler.” I dropped the remaining piece of scone on my plate with a sigh. “And I only have fourteen days. And—” I waved at hand in the general direction of the powers-that-be. “But,” I amended my conjunction. “You were—are right about the existing material being crap.” I let that settle between us as I took a deep breath. “And I need help.” I hated the way that sounded so I opened my mouth to add to that, to modify it somehow.
“Why me?” He cut me off with a quiet aggression that had me trying to read his expression.
“As you said, there’s no time to get anyone else,” I stammered still trying to read him while my stomach churned. “And as you demonstrated last night you already have opinions about—and you’re available…”
“And?”
“And?”
He glanced down at his tea briefly before leveling his gaze back at me. “And I have a disability—Cerebral Palsy. Like the hero in the book.” His tone was as level as his gaze. “If we are going to collaborate Sinclair you’re going to have to overcome your discomfort with that and learn to look directly at it. Fourteen days does not allow for a lot of time for dancing around your feelings.”
I felt as though someone had swept the proverbial rug out form under me. My feelings? “Okay.” I said slowly, feeling my way along. “So is that a yes? You’ll collaborate?”
He studied me for a long moment. “That’s a conditional yes.” He affirmed. “So long as you don’t get squeamish on me, I will collaborate.”
Despite the fact that it was clearly a warning, I felt a surge of relief one that evaporated as quickly as it had come at his next words.
“Have you ever fucked a man with a disability Sinclair?”
Available February 14th on Amazon
Sneak Peak Image Attribution:
“Novak 3”, by Milos Milosevic is licensed under CC BY 2.0 (Changes made to image—image cropped, desaturated and text added.)
February 5, 2018
January 31, 2018
The Glass Admiral (The Glass Admiral Series Book 1)
(The Glass Admiral Series Book 1)
Cavalry officer and master horse trainer Lt. Megarheri Saverna, doesn’t have much use for males of the two legged variety beyond an occasional one night stand. She is, therefore, less than pleased to be dragged off-planet, away from her horses and assigned as batwoman to Space Fleet’s most notoriously difficult hero. Even if he’s gorgeous, witty, unexpected and quite possibly the sexiest man in the universe.
Admiral Sen Kosuri has never seen himself as anything other than what he is; a severely disabled, half Recessive fleet officer; an admiral in name only. Relegated to a desk since the mutiny that left him disabled, he never thought he’d see a field command again and now that he has, he is determined to keep it even if it means making use of his reluctant ‘batwoman’ for however long she lasts.
Tough, funny, beautiful and more than able to handle anything he throws at her, Lt. Saverna is a revelation; one that soon sparks a sexual attraction that triggers his Recessive mating impulses and has him seeing beyond what he is to what he could be and hoping that she might last forever.
Warning: Strong language, mature content, graphic adult situations.
This novel is a Sexy Science Fiction Romance featuring a disabled hero and strong female lead. Fans of England’s Perfect Hero, Flowers from the Storm and Games of Command will enjoy this take on the wounded hero genre.
The Glass Admiral is for readers who enjoy:
unconventional heroes
damaged / disabled heroes
stories where disabilities aren’t magically or miraculously cured
love stories with a twist
SFR forced mate stories
The Glass Admiral Series: Book 1 of 3 (Happy Ending Pending and not a Stand Alone)
Print Length: 134 pages
Published: January 11, 2018
ASIN: B078YP6M4N
Genre: SFR
Goodreads Giveaway for The Glass Admiral
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Interested in winning a free copy of The Glass Admiral? Check out my Goodreads Giveaway by clicking on the goodreads giveaway button below. All you have to do is enter to win! If you do win, all I ask in return is that you consider giving me an honest review on Goodreads and/or Amazon:-)
Book Description:
Cavalry officer and master horse trainer Lt. Megarheri Saverna, doesn’t have much use for males of the two legged variety beyond an occasional one night stand. She is, therefore, less than pleased to be dragged off-planet, away from her horses and assigned as batwoman to Space Fleet’s most notoriously difficult hero. Even if he’s gorgeous, witty, unexpected and quite possibly the sexiest man in the universe.
Admiral Sen Kosuri has never seen himself as anything other than what he is; a severely disabled, half Recessive fleet officer; an admiral in name only. Relegated to a desk since the mutiny that left him disabled, he never thought he’d see a field command again and now that he has, he is determined to keep it even if it means making use of his reluctant ‘batwoman’ for however long she lasts.
Tough, funny, beautiful and more than able to handle anything he throws at her, Lt. Saverna is a revelation; one that soon sparks a sexual attraction that triggers his Recessive mating impulses and has him seeing beyond what he is to what he could be and hoping that she might last forever.
Warning: Strong language, mature content, adult situations.
This novel is a Sexy Science Fiction Romance featuring a disabled hero and strong female lead. Fans of England’s Perfect Hero, Flowers from the Storm and Games of Command will enjoy this take on the wounded hero genre.
The Glass Admiral is for readers who enjoy:
unconventional heroes
damaged / disabled heroes
stories where disabilities aren’t magically or miraculously cured
love stories with a twist
SFR forced mate stories
The Glass Admiral Series: Book 1 of 3 (Happy Ending Pending and not a Stand Alone)
