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Happy Mother's Day and Exploring Ecstasy by Tessie Bradford

I just wanted to take a moment and say Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there, as well as those who might not have children of their own, but who have become an important part of the lives of the children around them. Aunts, God-Parents, and friends. You make a difference every day!Happy Mother's Day. 
Also, my dear friend, Tessie Bradford has a new release from Resplendence Publishing. Possessing Eleanor Eleanor Lewis is perfectly content with her comfortable, quiet, relationship free life until she finds herself on all fours at the feet of Jackson Royce. Eleanor is stunned by her instant and intense attraction to the power and confidence radiating from the devilishly handsome building contractor. He scrambles her brain and heats her body to the boiling point. Jackson always trusts his gut instincts. The ultra sexy woman sprawled on the floor is a sexual submissive. How intriguing that the all business, sensible shoe wearing office manager has absolutely no idea? The moment he takes her into his embrace he vows to possess her mind, body and soul. From their first sizzling encounter, through a whirlwind courtship, Eleanor discovers being possessed by a man who loves her absolutely is what she had been searching for all along. Pampering Jessica David has been planning Jessica’s birthday weekend for months. His wife of almost twenty five years is having issues with turning fifty and he vows to do everything in his power to remind her how incredible she is and how much he loves her.   Jessica’s birthday wish is to spend quality alone time with the man of her dreams, her husband. When David presents her with a gold gift bag full of sensual surprises, Jessica is more than eager to enjoy every one of them. What she doesn’t realize is that her husband has much more in store for her special celebration. Sensations Vivian Walcourt is completely out of her conservative, sheltered element when she finds herself at an ultra-exclusive adult club. Her free spirited best friend may think she’s in love with one of the owners, but Vivian doesn’t believe in whirlwind courtships. Paul Landis never imagined the woman who has haunted his dreams for years would walk into his club with his partner’s fiancé. More beautiful than ever, unattached, and worked into a heightened state of horny by the evening’s entertainment, he sweeps her away to experience the very special pleasures found behind the closed doors of Sensations.    Exploring Ecstasy ! It is available now on amazon: Buy Now

Some Days

Some days are easier than others. Lately, they've been harder than most. I've had a recent medication change and my body seems to be going through a huge adjustment period. I've been feeling exhausted, testy, and have a bad case of the "I don't give a damn's."

Combating those emotions can be difficult, at best. Some days it feels nearly impossible.

But, I have many works in progress, both writing related and non. There are just so many tasks on my to do list, especially during this time of the year.

So, today, as part of my Friday errands, after running to town and shopping, I'm going to take the time to organize myself. There's a to do list in my future. Perhaps even a writing schedule.
Sometimes writing things down and putting them in order is the only way I can get things flowing again.

As for non writing related news?

I hear that the Morel Mushrooms are in season locally, as well as the wild asparagus. We'll probably go picking this weekend, if the weather clears up a bit.

How about you? Any big weekend plans?

Have a good one,
Taylor

Something Wicked this way Comes-Anthology from Ellora's Cave

Fatman & Robyn
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Jaid Black Jake Chamberlin, star quarterback of the New York Bloods, has a not-so-little secret—he’s into chubby chicks. He does all he can to resist temptation, but when Jake bumps into the gorgeous Robyn DiMarco at a bistro in Little Italy, all bets are off.  Scarred and Kilt              byLaurann Dohner Matty has a new neighbor, and she strongly suspects the kilt-wearing hottie is a vampire—he only goes out at night, has weird visitors and the blood bank is making regular deliveries. But he doesn’t seem to hurt anyone, so “live and let live” is Matty’s motto. Until she sees a guy armed with crosses and wooden stakes breaking into the neighbor’s house. Matty charges to the rescue—and ends up in Mr. Hottie’s bed…and on his desk…and… Tinderbox       byRegina Carlysle Set in the same world as Jaguar Hunger. Private investigators Nate and Daniel don’t expect to find their mate while working a case. But they recognize Olivia as theirs the second they catch the missing woman’s scent—the scent of a female jaguar shifter in heat. Nate and Daniel’s task? Find then claim Livvy in every raw, animalistic way possible…and release her inner beast.
Asterion      byKatalina Leon  Betrayed by her village chief, Larisa is brought to a mysterious island and left bound in a subterranean labyrinth, where drops of her blood summon the mythical Minotaur. She expects the man-beast to take her life…but it’s her body that’s sacrificed. Darron, a shapeshifting being, ravishes Larisa, and she gives herself freely to the pleasure—a decision that will change both their worlds forever. Book Video  
Decadent Dance          byAubrey Ross Surely the dress Zoe purchased did not transport her to an alien ship, right? No. Hallucinations. Must be. Though…the gorgeous alien who greets her seems real enough. And the sex? Out of this world.  Vaden has waited years for his Decadent Dancer, and though Zoe swears she didn’t know what the dress could do, Vaden has been lonely too long to be easily thwarted. He’ll use every sensual trick he knows to convince Zoe she’s right where she belongs.  Sahara Heat          byDiana Hunter  As a favor to a friend, author Carla Braun agrees to meet with archaeologist Josef Anderson to discuss his recent desert find. To her dismay, the man’s infuriating…as well as tall, blond, gorgeous—and into BDSM. If she can look beyond Dr. Anderson’s cool exterior, Carla just might discover some scorching Sahara Heat… A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Nom de Plume

Wikipedia: A pen name, nom de plume , or literary double, is a pseudonym adopted by an author. A pen name may be used to make the author's name more distinctive, to disguise his or her gender, to distance an author from some or all of his or her works, to protect the author from retribution for his or her writings, or for any of a number of reasons related to the marketing or aesthetic presentation of the work. The author's name may be known only to the publisher, or may come to be common knowledge.

So, I've been thinking.

I have many projects going on, which is unusual for me. This is probably why I've been feeling a bit scattered lately. I think I'm going to need to make a to do list and just start at the top and work my way down.

I'm been thinking seriously about writing a non-fiction book or women's fiction, and instead of using my pen name, using my real name or a variation of it.

S.L. Williamson.

I've never written either of these genres, but I'm feeling the urge. It's been there for years, honestly, bubbling away inside. I'm not sure if I'm quite in the place to face it all, but I think I'm close.

Many author's have multiple pen names. The thought of starting from square one is a scary prospect, I'll tell you. Anyone out there with experience, I'd love to hear how you handled it.

Have a great weekend, folks.

Taylor

No Dragon, No Problem by Dawn Montgomery

Dawn Montgomery has a release today from Changeling Press. I'm happy to post a link here, as well as an excerpt. Good luck, Dawn. This looks like a fun read! You can find Dawn on her website. The link is:  http://www.dawnmontgomery.com/books-2/ .

Book SummaryWTF Dragon: In the fairytale kingdom of Werthing Ton Fallorian (or WTF for short), fairytale folk have gone insane. With the imps of lust and wickedness on a rampage, no one is safe. Five Princesses, Five Dragons. A coincidence? I don't think so. The Motive: Princess Tasminia deSoto has had it with her stepmother's horrid matchmaking. Tricking the princess into a surprise wedding with the narcissistic Baron Winterwood from a neighboring kingdom (of the same name) is the final straw. If only there was a dragon to be sacrificed to!
The Idea: Desperation forces her to enlist the aid of the notorious Dash Ryan, illusionist and con artist for hire. Surely the wildly entertaining (and sexy) rogue can come up with something believable. And if a princess can find a little sexual education on the side... well... that's just a plus.
The Twist : Dash Ryan has a few secrets of his own. Secrets he's more than willing to exploit for just a taste of the princess's sexual awakening. But will one taste be enough?
WTF Dragon: No Dragon, No Problem
Dawn Montgomery
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Copyright ©2012 Dawn Montgomery

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"Princess Tasminia!"
Tasminia fled down the corridor ignoring her stepmother's shocked cry. She gripped the gaudy material of her wedding dress in white-knuckled fists, barely able to lift the horrid thing off the ground. "A dress fitting, indeed." The princess was pissed. Furious. The latest attempt of her stepmother's matchmaking involved the slimy Baron Winterwood -- as her surprise groom. Surprise only to her, apparently.
She refused to let tears fall. Princesses do not cry over political agenda, no matter how well intentioned or infuriating it might be. They even the playing field, and that left her only one option.
She raised her chin.
Run for her life.
She bypassed her rooms in favor of the secret corridor to the lost wing of Werthing Ton Fallorian's Northern Keep. Where the heart of the kingdom was rumored to beat. Or so the ancient rhyme went.
Tasminia knew it for what it was... superstitious nonsense. The lost wing was a fortuitous accident caused by a jinxed wizard hundreds of years ago. He was supposed to reinforce the walls. Instead he hid the wing inside the walls. The possibilities were mind-boggling. All Tasminia knew was that it used to be her mother's favorite hiding place, and had become her own sanctuary from the pressures of political intrigue.
Her stepmother's voice traveled through the halls. "How far do you think you can go? I just have to follow your train, silly girl."
Her stepmother would have never tried this had the princess's father and brother not been out on quest. The queen was so worried that Tasminia would never settle down, but why did people think marriage would do it?
Tasminia raced to the giant mirror at the end of the corridor, ignoring the ornate, unflattering, and damned annoying amount of lace and poofs in her would-be wedding dress. Whispering the secret words to open the door, she touched the hidden latches on the mirror frame.
The mirror shimmered. Tasminia's reflection faded until she could see a dark, ancient corridor. She picked up her dress, stepped over the bottom of the frame, and hauled the material with her. With a touch of her fingers against mirrored hidden latches, and words whispered in reverse, the door closed, cutting her train off. She could barely make out the shimmering fabric as it floated to the ground on the other side.
Tasminia sighed in sudden relief. The fabric had weighed down her head until she thought her neck would snap. Her stepmother would be furious at the train's destruction. The mirror shimmered, growing opaque until her reflection stared back at her. She looked like a washed out twitter bug.
Tasminia turned back to the dark corridor, yanking the ornamental piece off her head as she stormed down the hallway. It tore loose with a few strands of her hair. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear her stepmother had chosen the fabric to keep her weighted down at the altar.
A flash of something caught her eye, and she jerked to a stop. Fifty layers of material continued the forward momentum, nearly knocking her on her royal rump.
With monumental effort she turned, kicking layers of fabric out of her way. First order of business was to get out of this feminine nightmare.
She trekked back, realizing a new room had appeared. Tasminia ran her fingers along the brick edges. It was smooth and worn as though it had stood forever. Until this moment, she'd never seen it. Was it an illusion? A temporary portal?
She hesitated. Stray magic should be left alone. Most princesses would choose a safer route, especially when it involved hidden rooms. One had to be careful to not be caught in one. "I ran out on a wedding I didn't plan or want. I'm in a magic corridor of a wing that doesn't exist. A new door opens." She shrugged. What was the worst that could happen?
Tasminia pushed through the doorway to the darkness beyond.
Torches flared, and Tasminia winced. She put a hand up to shade the glare. Her first impression was a room. Her second impression was like a windstorm whipping through her body. Chained in the center of the room was a man. His arms were bound above his body. He was huge. Far taller than her. She swallowed. He was quite a man. Quite a naked man. His head was bowed, leaving his face in shadow. Long sable hair flowed down his chest and back like a silk cloak.
A surge of heat filled her. Her gaze traveled down the length of him. Sun-kissed skin. Broad shoulders. This was a man to star in her countless midnight fantasies. Carved by the gods, shaped by a woman's deepest desires. Her mouth grew dry at the length of his cock. Tasminia knew what happened between a man and woman. She'd watched enough interludes in her life to realize this man was well endowed.
He raised his head, and she clenched a fist at her chest. This was no smooth-faced prince. His face was arresting. Too rugged to be beautiful, but stunning nonetheless. The curve of his lips drew the eye, as did the jade green eyes glaring at her. Her back straightened instantly.
"What are you supposed to be with that dust mop of a dress? I don't recall requesting a room cleaning."
Tasminia stamped down her irritation at his accurate description. "I can see you're not one of the good behavior type of prisoners."
His jaw opened in apparent shock.
"What? You don't expect women to hold their own when you insult them?"
His eyes flashed to an eerie green that had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. "You can see me." It was a quiet statement. No emotion.
Tasminia sighed. He was completely off his rocker. "Of course I can see you. How long have you been trapped here?"
"Too long." His lips tightened, but his eyes still gleamed with something she recognized as hunger. A twitch in her peripheral vision had her looking down. His incredible cock was hardening. Goodness. Her pussy clenched and pulses of something new, something downright delicious began to coalesce in her nether region.
She cleared her throat and looked down at her dress. With surprise she noted she still held the remnant of her train. His cock was entirely too distracting for her peace of mind.
She tore the material loose from the headpiece and walked to the captive. No matter what the man had done to earn this kind of entrapment, he deserved to at least be clothed.
"What are you doing?"
Tasminia's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "You're naked."
His lips twitched in the making of a smile. "You noticed?"
Tasminia licked her lips. "I'm observant like that." She also noted that he was almost fully erect. She closed her eyes wishing the ground would just swallow her up. Why did she come into this side room? She opened her eyes. His expression had turned to something darker, something that had moisture slicking her thighs. "I'm just going to tie this around your waist. Okay?"
The prisoner blinked slowly, and smiled. Tasminia froze. His smile transformed his face to something breathtaking. There was no way he was real. "Dash Ryan."
Tasminia blinked. "Excuse me?"
He inclined his head. "My name is Dash Ryan. Unless the culture has significantly changed since my imprisonment, it's normal procedure for you to reply with your name."

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Kiss My Prickly...

I know it's hard to tell, but this cute lil' guy is a porcupine. Don't worry, I didn't get very close. He was adorable, though you sure couldn't tell from this shot.  Guess that's his defensive pose. :}

I drove my son to the cities yesterday. In Minnesota referring to "the cities" means Minneapolis, St. Paul, by the way. Had to get him to the airport. It's a six hour drive, in good weather. One way. It was a turn around trip with a bit of shopping and errand running in between.

So, I ended up behind the wheel for fourteen hours or so after it was all said and done. That's hard on the back, let me tell you.

But, the house is quiet today and I'm more than ready for some writing.

It's time to buckle down. I'm not sure how it happened, but it's almost May. Damn. Nearly half of 2012 is gone.

As terrible as I am at it, some self-discipline is due, I'm afraid.

Grrr. Roar. Ummm, yeah, okay, well, here it goes. I'm off to work. lol

Have a good day, everyone.

Taylor

Working the Words

Most writers know what it's like to be off track, when things don't always go as planned. I'm not a plotter, per say, but I do have a rough idea in which direction I'm moving the plot. Okay, very rough, but at least it's something, right?

Though, I quickly lose any momentum when I've been working, re-working and over editing a piece. I just become sick to death of the story, of thinking about it, of writing it. The characters suddenly become cardboard, the action blah.

But, I have heard many other authors make a suggestion that seems to be working for me. Write something else. Work on something else, do anything else different and see if you can refocus.

So, I went with a very strange dream I had the night before last. I sat down yesterday and wrote 2000 plus words on this new short story. It's something different, but hey, it's working and I'm stickin' with it. Hopefully I can finish it before I lose interest! lol

It's ghostly. Maybe even an erotic horror, which I've never done before. Yep, fun. Fun. Fun.

How do you stay on track?

Taylor

I've Got the Mondays

There was some hockey this weekend. Some shooting. Some writing, though not enough. I shopped, I cooked, I dreamed. I was bummed that I couldn't go to the Romantic Times conference, but I realized something.

When my young nephew came to live with us, I imagined I'd never make it back to another conference again. He's only eleven, after all. He has some special needs. We're all recovering from my sister's tragic and unexpected death, no one more so than my nephew.

But, he's come so far. Doing so well. Sure, he has his bad days. We all do. Who can blame him, he's just a baby, dealing with the hardest and most tragic death anyone can experience, the loss of a parent.

I watch him progress, though, and I'm inspired.

There are things in my life that I barely survived. Heartbreak, loss, physical injury. Things that happened to me that I can barely think about let alone talk about.

But this little boy survived and is thriving. He's beating the odds. Maybe I can too?

So, today, I'm back to work on my serial killer story.

It feels good to write, to edit, to plot. The end result, having a completed manuscript at the end of the line, that's cake and the frosting.

Have a great week,
Taylor

Rainy Saturday

Meps Kitty in the window, wanting out despite the rain.
It's a rainy Saturday and I'm lovin' it. The kitties, not so much. It's interfering in there hunting/stalking/pouncing activities. Doesn't mean they can't sit in the window, their longing to be outdoors nearly palpable. You can feel the angst. It's as bad as a Twilight movie.

Me, I'm enjoying the weather. Makes for great writing.

It's romantic. Thoughts of down comforters and snuggling abound.

Though my serial killer book is set in Arizona, I'm thinking monsoon season would be perfect for this. I grew up with those storms. Dramatic, to say the least. Pounding, crackling thunder that shakes the foundations and so much wild rain that the desert streets flood, creeks fill, bridges drown.

The perfect setting for a madman.

Have a fabulous Saturday, everyone. May you enjoy the perfect weather for your activities, be it golf or reading a good book.

Taylor

Getting back to It!

Reflections of the Moon2012I took this pic the other night after glancing out the window and seeing the reflection of the moon on the little pond of water that sits in front of our place. It was so pretty I had to grab my camera. I've been quite inspired by the change of seasons. Okay, we've sort of had a change of seasons. It's really not spring. Not compared to the rest of the US. lol

But, it has been warmer. We've had some sun and the grass in greening up. The lake is open and beautiful. Soon, we'll have bugs, but right now you can go outside in a t-shirt and just take in the sun.

I've been working on revamping the book in which I had the rights reverted. I've had some great ideas and have been inspired. This will be more suspense driven, so I'm having fun with that.

I was worried that after working in the paranormal realm, that I'd lost the desire or ability to get back to reality. Police procedure, etc. But, I was reminded how much I love that world when I tagged along to the police station with the scout troop the other night.

I watched the kids play in the fingerprint dust, taking each other's prints, and remembered my own experience in Kindergarten. Back in the day, Officer Friendly still visited schools and met with kids. I'll never forget. They asked for a volunteer to be printed and I raised my hand. To my surprise, I was chosen. I'd pressed my fingers in the black ink, dampening them on the pad, the officer carefully rolling them on a white card. I'd gotten to sit in the front seat of the police car as well, and well, I was bitten.

The one and only thing I'd ever wanted to be was a cop.

My life has turned out quite different, but there's still that fire and I think I'm lucky, actually. Creating characters, writing from multiple points of view, the killers, the victims and the police, well, that's pretty damn amazing.

Hopefully that love, the awe I felt as a child for the men and women in blue, the desire to enforce the law, carry a gun and help others in the process, well if things work out, it should make it to the page. At least, that's the plan!

Thanks for stopping by.
Taylor