Tory Richards's Blog, page 189
April 10, 2012
Recommended Read!
The Mercenary Way received a lovely rose over at Romancing the Book!
http://www.romancing-the-book.com/2012/03/review-mercenary-way-by-tory-richards.html
This was an excellent romp through the jungle! Sarah enters the scene fighting mad. Clint is the cold mercenary sent to fetch her. I loved how they both stayed that way. Formula would have Clint turning all mother hen and protective, admiring her strength and resolve in this dangerous situation. Nope. Both stay true to their characters and fight the whole way through. Clint may be amused by her sass, but he's also truly pissed she's going to get him killed. It's refreshing!
The chemistry for most of the book was excellent. The action of the book keeps it moving and I love the sparks between them. The conversation is lively and entertaining.
And I must say… I absolutely adored the ending!
http://www.romancing-the-book.com/2012/03/review-mercenary-way-by-tory-richards.html
This was an excellent romp through the jungle! Sarah enters the scene fighting mad. Clint is the cold mercenary sent to fetch her. I loved how they both stayed that way. Formula would have Clint turning all mother hen and protective, admiring her strength and resolve in this dangerous situation. Nope. Both stay true to their characters and fight the whole way through. Clint may be amused by her sass, but he's also truly pissed she's going to get him killed. It's refreshing!The chemistry for most of the book was excellent. The action of the book keeps it moving and I love the sparks between them. The conversation is lively and entertaining.
And I must say… I absolutely adored the ending!
What God won't ask you on the last day...
I'm ashamed to admit I did compromise my character in the last job I held. At the time I felt I had no choice but we all have choices. I guess that's why I wasn't upset when they laid me off. During the eleven months I was there I had to work with dishonest, disloyal, unfriendly, and unfair people. People who didn't say hi or smile a welcome unless I made the effort first.
It was difficult lowering my work ethics working for these people. At times I felt forced to act and do something totally unlike me. Nothing illegal. But it bothered me. Especially coming from the strong Disney background that I did.
I made a promise to myself that I won't do that again. The money was nice but it wasn't worth it.
April 9, 2012
Now this is a cool concept! A floating home. I love it!
Now this is a cool concept! A floating home. I love it!
April 7, 2012
6 SENTENCE SUNDAY
SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY
THE FIRST 6 SENTENCES TO...WHAT?
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
THE FIRST 6 SENTENCES TO...WHAT?
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
April 5, 2012
EASTER BLOG HOP!
Want to join the fun in a multi-author/blogger…multi publisher Easter extravaganza? The rules are simple, each participating author will post a contest from April 6th-8th! There are over fifty! The link below will take you to the link page.http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/
Here's my contest and prize - Which of my heroes is a mercenary? Answer can be found on the latest release link above.Prize - a download of the book:)
WINNER'S NAME WILL BE ANNOUNCED MONDAY 4/9
The weather is beautiful here in China Maine. Crisp and r...
The weather is beautiful here in China Maine. Crisp and refreshing. My cousin Mary and I have spent hours sitting on the porch visiting, and watching the occasional car go by. Even though she lives on the main road into China it's still country. Tomorrow we take a ride to the coast with her sister, Sharon. Looking forward to that. Haven't been to Perry's Nut House in years. They have the best fudge!
April 4, 2012
Please Welcome DC Juris!
I'm so thrilled and excited to have a special guest with us today folks. Here's your chance to learn more about DC Juris as a writer, and the interesting life he leads.
Hi folks! DC Juris here. I'll be your guest host for today. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a transgender fella who writes GLBTQ and heterosexual romance, but mostly m/m.
Ever seen the cartoon Family Guy? It's one of my Top Ten TV Shows. In one of my favorite episodes, one of the main characters, Peter, gets a job at the local news station, doing a spot called "Grind My Gears." Each night he talks about something that annoys him.
I thought today we could talk about things that Grind Our Gears. I'll start. ::wink::
1. People who say "I hate to tell you this, but…" No, you don't "hate" to tell me whatever it is you're going to say. If you really hated to do it, you wouldn't do it. Or, at the very least, you'd have someone else do it for you.
2. People who put LOL *g*, j/k, smiley faces, and similar random "I meant it but I didn't" symbols after snide remarks that really aren't intended to be funny. I'm not talking about poking fun at each other. A while back, a friend of mine posted on her Facebook, "Would it be wrong if I took a nap?" and I countered back with, "Nope. Just make sure you get up in time to have the Early Bird Special dinner. ::snicker::" You see, my friend is thirty-two: just a year younger than me. So, when she mentions napping, I have a little chuckle. I certainly didn't mean anything rude by the comment, and she knew that.
No, what I'm talking about is people who make passive-aggressive comments, follow them with LOL or :-) and think they're pulling the wool over your eyes. Comments like "I'm sorry to be such a troublemaker *g*" Yeah. No, you're not, else you wouldn't be. See #1. I guess I'd rather people be more like myself (I know… I know…) and just say what they mean, mean what they say, and own what they say. Don't back off. If you're annoyed, just show it. Don't cutesy it up with a little emoticon. Just be annoyed.
3. People who enter contests and say, "I didn't come here to lose." Really? You didn't? Cause that's what everyone else is here for. The other contestants are just there for the experience of being in the contest. They don't really care if they win or not. Right?
4. "No offense, but…" Seriously? I find this one supremely gear grinding, since it's rarely ever followed by anything that anyone *wouldn't* take offense to. No one ever says, "No offense, but you're really pretty." Or, "No offense, but you did a good job today."
And finally,
5. People who refer to others as a "vote whore" if they're asking for votes for something they're nominated for. So you don't care about XYZ Blog's Annual OMG Super Cool Awards. Well, guess what? Other people do. And frankly, you know which people I see bitching about this the most? People whose names are conspicuously absent from the ballot. I'm just sayin'.
BIO-A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, three cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He's still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he'll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he's not writing, DC can be found surfing the internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction. You can keep up with him at HYPERLINK "http://www.facebook.com/dcjuris"..., or HYPERLINK "http://www.dcjuris.com"www.dcjur....
Hi folks! DC Juris here. I'll be your guest host for today. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a transgender fella who writes GLBTQ and heterosexual romance, but mostly m/m.
Ever seen the cartoon Family Guy? It's one of my Top Ten TV Shows. In one of my favorite episodes, one of the main characters, Peter, gets a job at the local news station, doing a spot called "Grind My Gears." Each night he talks about something that annoys him. I thought today we could talk about things that Grind Our Gears. I'll start. ::wink::
1. People who say "I hate to tell you this, but…" No, you don't "hate" to tell me whatever it is you're going to say. If you really hated to do it, you wouldn't do it. Or, at the very least, you'd have someone else do it for you.
2. People who put LOL *g*, j/k, smiley faces, and similar random "I meant it but I didn't" symbols after snide remarks that really aren't intended to be funny. I'm not talking about poking fun at each other. A while back, a friend of mine posted on her Facebook, "Would it be wrong if I took a nap?" and I countered back with, "Nope. Just make sure you get up in time to have the Early Bird Special dinner. ::snicker::" You see, my friend is thirty-two: just a year younger than me. So, when she mentions napping, I have a little chuckle. I certainly didn't mean anything rude by the comment, and she knew that.
No, what I'm talking about is people who make passive-aggressive comments, follow them with LOL or :-) and think they're pulling the wool over your eyes. Comments like "I'm sorry to be such a troublemaker *g*" Yeah. No, you're not, else you wouldn't be. See #1. I guess I'd rather people be more like myself (I know… I know…) and just say what they mean, mean what they say, and own what they say. Don't back off. If you're annoyed, just show it. Don't cutesy it up with a little emoticon. Just be annoyed.
3. People who enter contests and say, "I didn't come here to lose." Really? You didn't? Cause that's what everyone else is here for. The other contestants are just there for the experience of being in the contest. They don't really care if they win or not. Right?
4. "No offense, but…" Seriously? I find this one supremely gear grinding, since it's rarely ever followed by anything that anyone *wouldn't* take offense to. No one ever says, "No offense, but you're really pretty." Or, "No offense, but you did a good job today."
And finally,
5. People who refer to others as a "vote whore" if they're asking for votes for something they're nominated for. So you don't care about XYZ Blog's Annual OMG Super Cool Awards. Well, guess what? Other people do. And frankly, you know which people I see bitching about this the most? People whose names are conspicuously absent from the ballot. I'm just sayin'. BIO-A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, three cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He's still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he'll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he's not writing, DC can be found surfing the internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction. You can keep up with him at HYPERLINK "http://www.facebook.com/dcjuris"..., or HYPERLINK "http://www.dcjuris.com"www.dcjur....
Book in the Making...Unedited
Whoohoo! Every Wednesday (beginning today) I will post a page of this new story I'm working on. Comments and feedback welcome! Follow every week and watch a new story unfold.
Chapter Onepage 1
Beau Evans tried to get comfortable in the ridiculously small chair. He swore beneath his breath, unable to stretch out his long legs because of the row of chairs in front of him. He finally gave up and vacated the chair, choosing to lean against the wall instead. The show would be over soon, anyway. He'd purposely arrived late. The last place he ever thought he'd find himself was a fashion show where plus size beauties strutted their stuff before an audience. And what made the show more interesting, they were show casing sexy under garments.
He released a heavy sigh, crossed his arms, and vaguely listened to the announcer at the podium. He glanced about the room, looking for something, or rather someone. Only he wasn't sure who.
Is the killer in the room with us now? Looking for his next victim?
This was a target rich environment, considering he or she was singling out over weight models. In less than a month two had met with suspicious accidents. And he was there to keep it from happening to at least one model, and new client he'd picked up that morning. His uninterested gaze eventually came back to the runway. About the same time the curtain parted, and a model emerged through a thick cloud of white smoke. As she came into view and the crowd recognized her, they began to clap enthusiastically.
Beau narrowed his gaze to take a closer look at the woman causing so much fuss. It only took him a second to recognize that she was the very woman he was hired to protect. Even if her agent hadn't faxed him a picture, he would have known who she was.
Four years ago Marissa Lambert had been Marissa Evans. His wife.
Beau's libido went into overdrive when he saw what she was wearing, and he was instantly enveloped in a stifling heat. Marissa had always had that affect on him. She had a full figure. Only it wasn't what Beau would ever consider plump, fat, voluptuous or anything else he could think of at the moment. His idea of plus size was his aunt Grace. Everything about her was round, soft, and slightly hanging in places it shouldn't be.
There was nothing lumpy, bumpy or came close to resembling cottage cheese about Marissa. In fact, she looked like she'd lost a little weight since he'd seen her last. He figured she was about a fourteen now, maybe sixteen tops. Wasn't Marilyn Monroe a size fourteen? And there'd been nothing wrong about her. Beau's gaze remained riveted on his lovely ex, as she strutted with haughty assurance, and amazing grace, down the narrow runway.
She was wearing something a woman might slip into after her date brought her home, something more comfortable and, inspiring. The black silk chiffon shirt with long sleeves wasn't meant to conceal, but showcase the alabaster curves beneath. The elegant garment fell to her smooth thighs, and had been left unbuttoned so that it flowed out behind her as she moved.
Chapter Onepage 1
Beau Evans tried to get comfortable in the ridiculously small chair. He swore beneath his breath, unable to stretch out his long legs because of the row of chairs in front of him. He finally gave up and vacated the chair, choosing to lean against the wall instead. The show would be over soon, anyway. He'd purposely arrived late. The last place he ever thought he'd find himself was a fashion show where plus size beauties strutted their stuff before an audience. And what made the show more interesting, they were show casing sexy under garments.
He released a heavy sigh, crossed his arms, and vaguely listened to the announcer at the podium. He glanced about the room, looking for something, or rather someone. Only he wasn't sure who.
Is the killer in the room with us now? Looking for his next victim?
This was a target rich environment, considering he or she was singling out over weight models. In less than a month two had met with suspicious accidents. And he was there to keep it from happening to at least one model, and new client he'd picked up that morning. His uninterested gaze eventually came back to the runway. About the same time the curtain parted, and a model emerged through a thick cloud of white smoke. As she came into view and the crowd recognized her, they began to clap enthusiastically.
Beau narrowed his gaze to take a closer look at the woman causing so much fuss. It only took him a second to recognize that she was the very woman he was hired to protect. Even if her agent hadn't faxed him a picture, he would have known who she was.
Four years ago Marissa Lambert had been Marissa Evans. His wife.
Beau's libido went into overdrive when he saw what she was wearing, and he was instantly enveloped in a stifling heat. Marissa had always had that affect on him. She had a full figure. Only it wasn't what Beau would ever consider plump, fat, voluptuous or anything else he could think of at the moment. His idea of plus size was his aunt Grace. Everything about her was round, soft, and slightly hanging in places it shouldn't be.
There was nothing lumpy, bumpy or came close to resembling cottage cheese about Marissa. In fact, she looked like she'd lost a little weight since he'd seen her last. He figured she was about a fourteen now, maybe sixteen tops. Wasn't Marilyn Monroe a size fourteen? And there'd been nothing wrong about her. Beau's gaze remained riveted on his lovely ex, as she strutted with haughty assurance, and amazing grace, down the narrow runway.
She was wearing something a woman might slip into after her date brought her home, something more comfortable and, inspiring. The black silk chiffon shirt with long sleeves wasn't meant to conceal, but showcase the alabaster curves beneath. The elegant garment fell to her smooth thighs, and had been left unbuttoned so that it flowed out behind her as she moved.
