Elise Hepner's Blog, page 28
March 14, 2011
Publication Does Not Equal Perfection
With my super awesome (no, really, am I dreaming?), dream publishing contract from Ellora's Cave has come a lot of amazing experiences like seeing my super fun cover with my name on it and getting to email back and forth with my kick ass editor. But, there are a few things that burst my little big-time publishing fantasy inside my head. None of them are because of the actual publishing process or my publishing company--both have taught me an immense amount--but instead it's the difference between a yet-to-be-big-time published author's mindset and my now super epic, dear god I'm excited, published writer mindset.
Mainly, for some bizarre, inane reason, I had it in my head that once my book was accepted, it was perfect. The End. Sold. Money. I doubt that's the case for anyone. In fact, I knew this going into the process, there are edits, there are always edits and if there aren't any edits then your probably doing it wrong and it won't be your best work. Who doesn't want to put out their best work?
And yet--my perfectionist tendencies reared their ugly heads and I'm awash with pain that I can't do it all once and done and be on the NYT's best seller list. Because, yeah, I really think that highly of myself (insert sarcasm). One of my writer friends once told me I'm a mix of complete naive optimism, just bouncing around in my happy little world with my all encompassing drive to succeed, that I can take over the world, coupled with my crushing fear of defeat that makes me cower in a corner, doubt myself, hate everything I do and crumple. And my being published by EC is a large reflection of this mindset.
Wheeee, I'm published, everything will be perfect, I'm perfect! Followed by, Oh, they picked me. What does that mean? Oh, I bet they're so sorry they picked me now--I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, Oh God, I suck horribly and they're regretting they ever had me sign anything! *runs around like a chicken with it's head cut off and bangs head on desk several times*. This was my process. Editing my coming soon release Party Games, it's a day to day thing where life is not all puppies, sunshine, and orgasms. No, on some days nothing goes right.
But, I can't take the process for granted. I can't dismiss this opportunity to learn about myself and my writing from some of the most talented people in the industry. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that writing never stays the same as my full time job. I'm always changing and certain things will shape me more and I have to be okay with that no matter my control freak tendencies for the day. Accept, process, and go back to square one if I have too. Because, no matter how many books I write, publication does not perfection make, no matter how many times I wish upon a star, It's silly to think otherwise.
Mainly, for some bizarre, inane reason, I had it in my head that once my book was accepted, it was perfect. The End. Sold. Money. I doubt that's the case for anyone. In fact, I knew this going into the process, there are edits, there are always edits and if there aren't any edits then your probably doing it wrong and it won't be your best work. Who doesn't want to put out their best work?
And yet--my perfectionist tendencies reared their ugly heads and I'm awash with pain that I can't do it all once and done and be on the NYT's best seller list. Because, yeah, I really think that highly of myself (insert sarcasm). One of my writer friends once told me I'm a mix of complete naive optimism, just bouncing around in my happy little world with my all encompassing drive to succeed, that I can take over the world, coupled with my crushing fear of defeat that makes me cower in a corner, doubt myself, hate everything I do and crumple. And my being published by EC is a large reflection of this mindset.
Wheeee, I'm published, everything will be perfect, I'm perfect! Followed by, Oh, they picked me. What does that mean? Oh, I bet they're so sorry they picked me now--I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, Oh God, I suck horribly and they're regretting they ever had me sign anything! *runs around like a chicken with it's head cut off and bangs head on desk several times*. This was my process. Editing my coming soon release Party Games, it's a day to day thing where life is not all puppies, sunshine, and orgasms. No, on some days nothing goes right.
But, I can't take the process for granted. I can't dismiss this opportunity to learn about myself and my writing from some of the most talented people in the industry. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that writing never stays the same as my full time job. I'm always changing and certain things will shape me more and I have to be okay with that no matter my control freak tendencies for the day. Accept, process, and go back to square one if I have too. Because, no matter how many books I write, publication does not perfection make, no matter how many times I wish upon a star, It's silly to think otherwise.
March 8, 2011
Voirey Linger: A Free Read and A Glimpse At "The Mansion" Series
I've just picked up a copy of Voirey Linger's erotic free read
Pretend You Love Me
in her new
"The Mansion" series. I reccomend you go pick up a copy right now HERE. It's a very tender, sweet read with an unexpected twist. I enjoyed it, especially for free which makes it a post V-day treat. Here's the blurb:
Alice was always the girl on top. She made sure of it. As one of the high-school meangirls, she made sure she was the one all the boys wanted. As an adult, she stepped all over anyone who came between her and what...or who...she wanted. Mess with Alice and she'd slap you down.
Until one day, life slapped back.
Now Alice is alone and the one thing she wants most is the one thing she's destroyed any chance of having. Tonight she only asks only one thing of her companion...
Though the story was a short, I didn't feel like that made it lack anything in terms of emotion or passion. The sex was hot and the character's were dynamic and understanding of each other, while still remaining three dimensional and not cookie cutter.
Here's a trailer for Voirey's upcoming books in the series "The Mansion"
"The Mansion" series. I reccomend you go pick up a copy right now HERE. It's a very tender, sweet read with an unexpected twist. I enjoyed it, especially for free which makes it a post V-day treat. Here's the blurb:
Alice was always the girl on top. She made sure of it. As one of the high-school meangirls, she made sure she was the one all the boys wanted. As an adult, she stepped all over anyone who came between her and what...or who...she wanted. Mess with Alice and she'd slap you down.
Until one day, life slapped back.
Now Alice is alone and the one thing she wants most is the one thing she's destroyed any chance of having. Tonight she only asks only one thing of her companion...
Though the story was a short, I didn't feel like that made it lack anything in terms of emotion or passion. The sex was hot and the character's were dynamic and understanding of each other, while still remaining three dimensional and not cookie cutter.
Here's a trailer for Voirey's upcoming books in the series "The Mansion"
February 25, 2011
Goal's Check-Up Number One
I'll probably be doing these at least twice during the rest of the year. Remember that list I posted awhile back of my goals for the year? Let's revisit to see how I'm doing:
Submit 6 stories to AnthologiesGet published 1 full length novel e-bookGet one novella publishedFinish Blaze Rough DraftBecome more confident in my workWrite and/or finish two full length rough draft MS's Right now I've submitted a total of 7 submissions to erotica anthologies for publication. I've also finished a novella that's going to be in an anthology with several of my writing friends. I'm working on getting a full length to my editor and making lots of changes and edits to it until I hope it shines. Three out of six would be awesome for just after the end of March. Slowly, but surely number five is coming together.I've changed my writing process so that any edits I do end up on paper with a pen first so I can almost remove myself from the work. The more I'm doing this, the more I'm finding it's easier to rip my pieces to shreds and trusting my instincts. Yay!
On another note, Real Housewives are coming back soon and my favorite trash TV on Bravo is on it's way. Is it bad that I'm super excited? With all my other good shows on hiatus it's time to bring on the drama! Which is perfect to watch while I edit Party Games again. This short may be the death of me. But it's one of my favorite stories to date, hands down, so it's worth a little extra loving. I can't wait to show the world my new baby short story and my first EC release, yay!
Submit 6 stories to AnthologiesGet published 1 full length novel e-bookGet one novella publishedFinish Blaze Rough DraftBecome more confident in my workWrite and/or finish two full length rough draft MS's Right now I've submitted a total of 7 submissions to erotica anthologies for publication. I've also finished a novella that's going to be in an anthology with several of my writing friends. I'm working on getting a full length to my editor and making lots of changes and edits to it until I hope it shines. Three out of six would be awesome for just after the end of March. Slowly, but surely number five is coming together.I've changed my writing process so that any edits I do end up on paper with a pen first so I can almost remove myself from the work. The more I'm doing this, the more I'm finding it's easier to rip my pieces to shreds and trusting my instincts. Yay!
On another note, Real Housewives are coming back soon and my favorite trash TV on Bravo is on it's way. Is it bad that I'm super excited? With all my other good shows on hiatus it's time to bring on the drama! Which is perfect to watch while I edit Party Games again. This short may be the death of me. But it's one of my favorite stories to date, hands down, so it's worth a little extra loving. I can't wait to show the world my new baby short story and my first EC release, yay!
February 17, 2011
Stacey Kennedy For The Win! A Sneak Peak
Alright, here's something a little new around here. I wanted to introduce everyone to one of my good writer friends--and a very talented writer friend at that--with her new release. We've had the recent opportunity to work together for an anthology with two other authors coming out soon and man, is this woman clever and fun! Though her release has been out for a bit, life has been kinda hectic over here. So, if you haven't given magic and erotic romance a chance yet, I highly recommend Stacey! Without further ado, here she is:
Hi Everyone!
Big thanks to Elise for letting me stop by and share my new release with you all. My novels are light-hearted fantasy with heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again.
My journey as a writer began as a way to keep my brain alive since being a stay at home mom can be a little let's say numbing. It was an escape from screaming kids, dirty diapers and plain old mom duty.
It started as a hobby, but as the stories progressed it became a passion. Now, I indulge at nap time, especially the juicy bits! Every mom needs a good thrill!
FIRST AND LAST
The Magical Sword ~ Book Four
Liquid Silver Books ~ January 24, 2011
One woman, one bond, one final battle … can even Nexi Jones defeat the deepest darkness of evil?
Meet Nexi Jones—Witch, Guardian and now, Lady of the Underworld. Embracing her new role, Nexi begins the task of changing a world led by darkness. But not everyone is happy to see her rise to power. Before long, a resistance within the Underworld is forming.
As the darkness begins to close in around her, Nexi's magical abilities flourish in response—forcing Nexi to dig down deeper into her past to discover this source and why she was gifted with such incredible strength.
With her Guardian, Kyden by her side, Nexi will meet her greatest challenge yet as she begins to discover that fate might have been a bitch, but she was a bitch with a plan.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
Nothing could have prepared me for what faced me now–nothing at all.
Magnus, my destined mate, was dead, by my own hand. Since Magnus and I had completed the bonding ceremony, the role of Ruler over the Underworld had now landed in my lap.
Oh yes, it's unbelievable. I'm now the Lady of the Underworld. Coming to terms with such insanity, my body reciprocated with full out laughter.
No one said a word. The demons, witches, and warlocks that filled the room all studied me. Some of them laughed a couple times. Others just looked royally pissed.
"Ahh…" I finally managed after my laughter ceased and my breath returned. "Wow, that's funny."
Kyden brushed the hair back from my face, his touch gentle and loving. I glanced up and saw my hunky Guardian–his typically strong features soft with relief and dazzling green eyes more than amused by my fit. As his gaze held strong with mine, the memory of all that had taken place hit quickly. For the first time since this whole bizarre situation started, all the emotions I should have felt slammed into me, and my breath caught in my throat.
You see, while Magnus was here and our bond held strong, all I could feel was anger, and my love for Kyden had vanished. Now that Magnus' hold was gone, it took all of a second before those tears of laughter became ones of sadness.
I let out a scream that echoed the pain in my heart and did nothing to hold back the tears that began to fall.
Misa rushed forward, grasped my arm tight. "My Lady, are you all right?" Her all-American girl look was troubled indeed, but don't be fooled–she's a demon.
Kyden gathered me up into his arms as I sobbed heavier than I had in my entire life. Sobbed that I almost lost him and everything that mattered, but mainly because I'd betrayed him. Not only had I slept with Magnus in the dreaming, but Kyden had seen me want him. Had seen me kiss him and witnessed my undying love for Magnus.
I couldn't even look him in the eye.
Zia, Master of Witches and one of the four master supernaturals who governed the Otherworld, knelt down beside me. Her long strawberry blond locks brushed against my arm. "You have nothing to be shameful of, Nexi. A soul bond is not one by choice." She gave a firm look that I'd expect to see from someone who was as close to me as a mother. "Do I need to slap you to make you see reason?" She made it a habit to smack some sense into me if I couldn't see it–regularly.
I glanced up at her, momentarily eased by the distraction of receiving a blow from her. "No, that won't be necessary."
Kyden let out a long deep breath, which I only heard, since I refused to look at him. How could I? After all that happened, how could he still love me? He stood with me in his arms, said nothing to the others and quickly left the auditorium.
When he reached a large Maple tree, he sat beneath it, cradled me in his arms, and took my chin in his hand to force my gaze to his. "We're going to sort this out now. I won't have you feeling shame or guilt. So, tell me, Álainn, what troubles you?"
Álainn, Gaelic for beautiful–normally hearing him use the pet name he gave to me sent waves of love straight to my soul, but now all I felt was empty. "I slept with him. We were bonded. Oh my God, Kyden, I've betrayed you."
His grip on my chin tightened, his eyes bore into mine with such intensity it captured my already shallow breath. "You think I give a fuck about Magnus and his attempt to lure you?"
"How can you not?" My voice squeaked, tears streamed down my cheeks. "How can you forgive me?"
He brushed his fingers along my cheek to wipe away the tears. "There's nothing to forgive you for." His voice gentle and so unlike Kyden. "I don't doubt for a moment where your heart lies. Besides, he took you in the dreaming–it wasn't flesh on flesh. And what happened in there," he nodded back to the auditorium, "is to be expected. His bond had taken you. The fact that you had the ability to deny it and destroy Magnus in life itself is enough. But I know you. The real you–the Nexi Jones that stole my heart would never have considered another."
"But…I…"
He put his finger on my lips to quiet my words. "No. I told you, there's nothing that needs to be forgiven." He sighed again, even deeper. "All that matters is that I still have you."
Tears still streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could. "I love you, Kyden."
"As I do you," he whispered against my ear.
We stayed that way for a while, just holding onto each other. Sure, my heart still felt heavy, but something else filled my thoughts. I backed away to meet his gaze. "You almost died." I could barely even say the words, unable to think of what could have been.
"But I didn't." His gaze was unwavering. "This is the last conversation you and I will have on this subject. We have been granted the right to be together again and we won't waste it. We won't worry about what has happened or took place, only focus on each other and our future. Am I understood?"
I nodded, understood his words perfectly and sank against his chest as he wrapped me in his strong protective hold. This was the last time we would ever talk of Magnus, and what took place, because he didn't matter–what happened didn't matter. All that mattered was us, our love and life–no matter how strange it was about to become.
We stayed like that for a while, hugging each other, never letting go. Never again would we be apart and I relished in the love I felt in his embrace.
After my tears finished, Kyden leaned back and smiled down at me. "We need to get back. You have a world to rule."
His gaze was amused. It was a great restraint on his part that he wasn't doing a serious belly laugh. I gave his arm a good smack. "It's not funny. This is insane. What are they thinking? I can't rule them."
He stood with me still in his arms, then placed me on my feet, took my hand and squeezed it tight. "It's a peculiar situation for sure, but one you can't deny. So, best we just go face this and see what they want from you."
"Just when I think I can't take anymore, life only seems to get harder. You know, I'm thinking your whole idea about leaving the Otherworld doesn't sound all that bad right now."
He cupped my cheek, ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "I'm afraid, Álainn, that isn't a choice anymore. Don't worry, I'll be with you. We'll get through this together."
I leaned into his hand and smiled. At least, I had that. He would be beside me through anything. With him, I had everything.
Hand in hand, he led me back toward the auditorium. When I entered, everyone stood and bowed. I snorted, thoroughly annoyed. "Oh, please."
Kyden chuckled.
"Are you okay?" Zia inquired.
I loved the telepathic communication we shared as Spirit Witches, especially in times like these, when others didn't need to hear.
"Better. But what the hell, is this for real? Do they really think I'm going to lead them?"
Her smile was more than amused, it bordered on hilarity. "I'm not sure what they expect of you, but it seems as though Azar and Misa must have a plan since they assisted you against Magnus. Be kind to them, Nexi. They gave you a great gift by helping you."
"I know you're right, but Zia, I can't do this. I. Don't. Want. To. Do. This."
"There are steps for you to appoint a new leader, but right now, we need to learn more of this world. You cannot appoint someone who you know nothing about. Think of the consequences. Let's just take this one step at a time, all right?"
Just then, Misa approached me and bowed. "My Lady…"
"Nexi," I interjected before she continued. "My name is Nexi."
"Okay then." She smiled. "Lady Nexi."
"No, drop the Lady, just plain old Nexi."
Misa looked around completely confused. "You're asking me to call you only Nexi?"
"That's right." I glanced around the room to all the Underworld creatures. "All of you. My name is Nexi. That's it! Got it?" Everyone in the room exchanged a confused glance. The sight of it made me laugh. "And none of this bowing stuff. It's quite ridiculous." Their befuddled expressions shifted to complete bewilderment. I had the real feeling that I was asking for the impossible.
To hell with it, I had other matters to attend to. My gaze fell upon Azar. A warlock who looked just as one would expect–scruffy with long white hair and dark eyes that exuded power.
I released Kyden's hand and stepped toward him. As I reached him, he bowed. I touched his arm, drawing his gaze back to mine. "Why did you help me?" He'd withdrawn the hold Magnus had on me. Without his help, it wouldn't have turned out this way. I would have been lost to the darkness forever.
He held his hand out, an offering for me to read his thoughts. Just a neat trick the Spirit Element gives to me. I took his hand without hesitation and opened myself up to him so that I could get a grasp on what this was all about.
In an instant, visions flashed through my mind and I recognized the first one immediately. I'd seen this memory in Misa's mind at the beginning of this mess. At the time, though, she'd pulled away so I couldn't see more. Now, it became clear.
Azar and Misa wanted to change the path of their world, protect and make it different–better. But Magnus was set in his ways. Yes, they could have defeated him, but then Pye would have taken his place. This would have been worse. So, that's where I came in.
Misa planted the idea into Magnus' head to have Pye destroyed. Then, with him out of the way, they put the plan into motion to destroy Magnus. They believed I had all the qualities of a supreme leader and no longer wanted to live in the realm of evil. They would have stopped Magnus' hold over me earlier if they hadn't needed me to bond to him first. It guaranteed that I was next in line to rule.
The visions stopped and I released Azar's hand. Stunned, shocked–I was speechless.
Kyden stroked my arm in a soft touch. "All right?"
I glanced at him. Still unable to speak. This was all very serious, but to be truthful, I had no idea what to say. Off all the things that I thought this might be about, this had never once crossed my mind.
They chose me to lead. Me.
"Nexi, you have to say something." Zia's voice filled my mind.
I glanced at her. She gave me a nod of encouragement, to say whatever needed to be said, but still I couldn't. I seriously drew a blank. I'd never been without words before or so completely dumbfounded.
Misa cleared her throat, broke the silence. "Um…Lady…I mean to say, Nexi, needs some time to process. Let's give it to her."
Just like that, every warlock, demon, and witch stood in unison and left the auditorium. All that remained were Misa, Azar, Zia, Talon, and Kyden.
When the final Supe left the room and the door closed, Zia ran to me, hugged me with every ounce of her strength. "I didn't think it was going to turn out this way." Her voice hitched. "I love you, Sweetie."
Still, I stood speechless.
Zia leaned back, then glanced worriedly at Talon. The Master of Guardians, and Kyden's father, had just released his son from a tight embrace. He looked a lot like him–had the whole 'slay my dragon' thing going on. "I think she's in shock," she said.
"Help her."
Zia glanced back to me, kept her hold tight on my arms, and released her magic. A rush of ease filled me.
I exhaled deeply, then gave my head a shake. It relaxed me enough to ground myself again, but I was still unbelievably shocked. Clearly, Zia didn't want to take away the sense of what was going on here, knew I needed it to make good decisions, but took the edge off.
"So…" I hesitated. Everyone looked at me, waited for me to continue. "You do know that I'm a White Witch?"
Misa nodded, a sweet smile spread across her face. "Yes, we know."
"And you do know I won't accept Black Magic, right?"
"Why do you think I didn't allow you to accept it after the bonding ceremony? We don't want you to change." Azar smiled.
Now it made sense. At the time, he suggested that Magnus and I wait until we were alone for me to accept Black Magic. With all types of sultry promise, Magnus had agreed. A deep shudder erupted within me as I remembered the way he looked at me then, the way I felt and wanted him. Just yuck!
I shifted my focus away from thoughts along that line and got back to business. "Why?"
"We like how you are," Misa responded.
I gave my head a shake, tried to understand all this, but nothing seemed to make sense. "I'm so confused." I gave my temples a good, hard rub.
Misa laughed. "What's there to understand? I told you repeatedly that we're not what you think we are. Yes, we're demons and must siphon souls to feed our world and our magic, but we disagree with our past leaders. We don't want innocent souls taken."
I had to laugh at the idea of such insanity. "You're good evil guys?"
"Makes you like us, right?"
I did remember when she'd told me this awhile back but I thought she was totally nuts. The truth was, now, I did like her. Demons are the pure essence of evil and she denied her very own soul to live in kindness. That definitely put her on the side of the good guys. Still, none of this made any sense.
"Honestly, why have you chosen me? There were lots of powerful witches and warlocks here tonight. You could have picked any of them."
Misa's smile was shrewd. "Not as powerful as you. With you leading, it puts us in a position of great safety. No one can go up against you, which will keep our world and our wants, protected."
Before I could process that, Zia said, "She's right, Nexi. You've grown undeniably strong. You shielded Kyden against Magic–used your shield on another. I still don't believe it."
My magic always did seem to be stronger with emotional motivation behind it so it really didn't surprised me anymore that my powers exploded when I needed them most. Besides, my mind just couldn't break away from how insane this all was. "But I have no experience with leading anything. I'm only twenty-four years old for gosh sakes. I can't do this."
Azar placed a hand on my shoulder, his smile kind. "You were born to do this and we'll be here to guide you."
I waited a good ten breaths as I let my mind process the situation. It wasn't going to go away and would happen whether I liked it or not. So, as they say, better face the music and find out exactly what they wanted from me. "Lay it on me then, what do I have to do?"
"First, we need to establish rules that your minions must adhere to." Misa informed.
Suddenly, a horrific thought came to mind. "I don't have to live here, do I?"
"You are the Ruler of the Underworld. You can do whatever you like–the rules are yours to make."
My gaze met Kyden's, relief palpable in my tone. "Well, that's a bit of good news."
"Indeed."
"You can assign yourself minions to handle your daily duties, and to look after the world for you, if you don't wish to live among us." Misa continued.
Okay, easy decision. "I appoint you."
"Me?" Misa gasped.
"Well yeah, you seem to know lots. You'll do fine." Better than I could do, and oddly, I trusted her. Yeah, I trusted a demon, never thought I'd see the day.
She started to bow, but I grabbed her arm quickly. "Please don't. That's just too weird."
"As you wish, my…" she stopped herself and smiled. "Nexi."
I smiled in return. Whoever guessed that I'd find a friend in Misa? I would never have thought it possible. Friends come from unusual places, and I couldn't deny that when I looked at Misa, all I saw was a friend.
"We'll be in nightly contact with you about situations that arise and matters you must deal with. It'd be my pleasure to act as your Siren to assist you and deal with most of the trouble without you. The role is normally given to a witch, but times have changed now, haven't they?" Azar cut in.
"Great." Maybe my involvement wouldn't be as much as I thought. These two seemed to know what the hell they were doing. "So, you'll only come to me if something really serious comes up?"
"As Siren, I'll deal with anyone who goes against the laws you put forth. We'll detain them here. Then, weekly you'll need to come so they can stand before you."
I sighed loud and proud. There went my whole plan to let everyone else handle it thing for me. "All right, got all that, so what do we do now?"
"We need to bring everyone back in so you can set in place the new rules." Misa stated.
My gaze hit on every face here. "Er…I hope you are all going to help me with this?" I was glad to get a nod from each of them in return.
Half an hour later, we had rules to set the Underworld to rights. The crowd piled back into the auditorium and took their seats. Misa gave me a quick nod to begin.
"Here goes." I said to Kyden, who gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. Nerves rattled me. Public speaking was never my strong suit. So, I made it quick.
"Rule one: No more taking innocent souls. Anyone who does will face destruction. Understood?" Every head nodded so I continued. "Only humans who have done something wrong, murder, rape, you know that kind of stuff. Those souls you can drain, and do whatever you want with, but that's it."
When a Demon drained a soul, it didn't actually kill them, just weakened their life force–took a few years off. If they ruined lives, who cared that they'd die a little early. I sure didn't.
"Rule two: If a human asks for something in return for giving his soul," Which was how the majority of the souls were taken–given freely in exchange for something. "You cannot do anything evil. Got it? No hurting others, stealing, murder, anything that falls into those categories."
I continued for what seemed like hours, until my mouth ran dry from talking. The rules were simple ones, we weren't able to change the way of the Underworld, but we could run it along the same lines of the Otherworld. With the only difference being, I was the Council. What a big joke, right?
"I have put Misa in charge. So, anything needs to go through her." Everyone nodded again. "Azar will now be my Siren. If there is trouble, go to him, and he'll sort it out." With that all said and done, I looked toward Azar. "You need to choose your…" I hesitated, searched for the right word, "…guard."
Azar leaned in, his voice low. "Sorry, that's your job. We'll arrange for a challenge for you to choose who defends you."
"Oh. Well, okay. We can do that." I had no idea what I was doing and really hoped I didn't look as ridiculous as I felt.
"Is that all then, Lady…I mean to say, Nexi?" Misa asked.
"Yes, that'll do." I glanced around the room and looked upon a few faces before me. "I guess I should probably thank you all. If it wasn't for your support, things would've turned out very different."
When Magnus called out for help, no one had given him aid. A couple of firm nods acknowledged me, but that was about it. I glanced back at Misa who smiled at me. "I guess that's it, so can I go now?"
"You do not need to ask my permission," she replied softly.
"Okay." I walked back to Kyden and grabbed his hand. "Let's go then."
Everyone in the auditorium stood and bowed as Kyden and I walked, Zia and Talon followed. "Stop doing that."
No one listened.
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Hi Everyone!
Big thanks to Elise for letting me stop by and share my new release with you all. My novels are light-hearted fantasy with heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again.
My journey as a writer began as a way to keep my brain alive since being a stay at home mom can be a little let's say numbing. It was an escape from screaming kids, dirty diapers and plain old mom duty.
It started as a hobby, but as the stories progressed it became a passion. Now, I indulge at nap time, especially the juicy bits! Every mom needs a good thrill!
FIRST AND LAST
The Magical Sword ~ Book Four
Liquid Silver Books ~ January 24, 2011
One woman, one bond, one final battle … can even Nexi Jones defeat the deepest darkness of evil?
Meet Nexi Jones—Witch, Guardian and now, Lady of the Underworld. Embracing her new role, Nexi begins the task of changing a world led by darkness. But not everyone is happy to see her rise to power. Before long, a resistance within the Underworld is forming.
As the darkness begins to close in around her, Nexi's magical abilities flourish in response—forcing Nexi to dig down deeper into her past to discover this source and why she was gifted with such incredible strength.
With her Guardian, Kyden by her side, Nexi will meet her greatest challenge yet as she begins to discover that fate might have been a bitch, but she was a bitch with a plan.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
Nothing could have prepared me for what faced me now–nothing at all.
Magnus, my destined mate, was dead, by my own hand. Since Magnus and I had completed the bonding ceremony, the role of Ruler over the Underworld had now landed in my lap.
Oh yes, it's unbelievable. I'm now the Lady of the Underworld. Coming to terms with such insanity, my body reciprocated with full out laughter.
No one said a word. The demons, witches, and warlocks that filled the room all studied me. Some of them laughed a couple times. Others just looked royally pissed.
"Ahh…" I finally managed after my laughter ceased and my breath returned. "Wow, that's funny."
Kyden brushed the hair back from my face, his touch gentle and loving. I glanced up and saw my hunky Guardian–his typically strong features soft with relief and dazzling green eyes more than amused by my fit. As his gaze held strong with mine, the memory of all that had taken place hit quickly. For the first time since this whole bizarre situation started, all the emotions I should have felt slammed into me, and my breath caught in my throat.
You see, while Magnus was here and our bond held strong, all I could feel was anger, and my love for Kyden had vanished. Now that Magnus' hold was gone, it took all of a second before those tears of laughter became ones of sadness.
I let out a scream that echoed the pain in my heart and did nothing to hold back the tears that began to fall.
Misa rushed forward, grasped my arm tight. "My Lady, are you all right?" Her all-American girl look was troubled indeed, but don't be fooled–she's a demon.
Kyden gathered me up into his arms as I sobbed heavier than I had in my entire life. Sobbed that I almost lost him and everything that mattered, but mainly because I'd betrayed him. Not only had I slept with Magnus in the dreaming, but Kyden had seen me want him. Had seen me kiss him and witnessed my undying love for Magnus.
I couldn't even look him in the eye.
Zia, Master of Witches and one of the four master supernaturals who governed the Otherworld, knelt down beside me. Her long strawberry blond locks brushed against my arm. "You have nothing to be shameful of, Nexi. A soul bond is not one by choice." She gave a firm look that I'd expect to see from someone who was as close to me as a mother. "Do I need to slap you to make you see reason?" She made it a habit to smack some sense into me if I couldn't see it–regularly.
I glanced up at her, momentarily eased by the distraction of receiving a blow from her. "No, that won't be necessary."
Kyden let out a long deep breath, which I only heard, since I refused to look at him. How could I? After all that happened, how could he still love me? He stood with me in his arms, said nothing to the others and quickly left the auditorium.
When he reached a large Maple tree, he sat beneath it, cradled me in his arms, and took my chin in his hand to force my gaze to his. "We're going to sort this out now. I won't have you feeling shame or guilt. So, tell me, Álainn, what troubles you?"
Álainn, Gaelic for beautiful–normally hearing him use the pet name he gave to me sent waves of love straight to my soul, but now all I felt was empty. "I slept with him. We were bonded. Oh my God, Kyden, I've betrayed you."
His grip on my chin tightened, his eyes bore into mine with such intensity it captured my already shallow breath. "You think I give a fuck about Magnus and his attempt to lure you?"
"How can you not?" My voice squeaked, tears streamed down my cheeks. "How can you forgive me?"
He brushed his fingers along my cheek to wipe away the tears. "There's nothing to forgive you for." His voice gentle and so unlike Kyden. "I don't doubt for a moment where your heart lies. Besides, he took you in the dreaming–it wasn't flesh on flesh. And what happened in there," he nodded back to the auditorium, "is to be expected. His bond had taken you. The fact that you had the ability to deny it and destroy Magnus in life itself is enough. But I know you. The real you–the Nexi Jones that stole my heart would never have considered another."
"But…I…"
He put his finger on my lips to quiet my words. "No. I told you, there's nothing that needs to be forgiven." He sighed again, even deeper. "All that matters is that I still have you."
Tears still streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could. "I love you, Kyden."
"As I do you," he whispered against my ear.
We stayed that way for a while, just holding onto each other. Sure, my heart still felt heavy, but something else filled my thoughts. I backed away to meet his gaze. "You almost died." I could barely even say the words, unable to think of what could have been.
"But I didn't." His gaze was unwavering. "This is the last conversation you and I will have on this subject. We have been granted the right to be together again and we won't waste it. We won't worry about what has happened or took place, only focus on each other and our future. Am I understood?"
I nodded, understood his words perfectly and sank against his chest as he wrapped me in his strong protective hold. This was the last time we would ever talk of Magnus, and what took place, because he didn't matter–what happened didn't matter. All that mattered was us, our love and life–no matter how strange it was about to become.
We stayed like that for a while, hugging each other, never letting go. Never again would we be apart and I relished in the love I felt in his embrace.
After my tears finished, Kyden leaned back and smiled down at me. "We need to get back. You have a world to rule."
His gaze was amused. It was a great restraint on his part that he wasn't doing a serious belly laugh. I gave his arm a good smack. "It's not funny. This is insane. What are they thinking? I can't rule them."
He stood with me still in his arms, then placed me on my feet, took my hand and squeezed it tight. "It's a peculiar situation for sure, but one you can't deny. So, best we just go face this and see what they want from you."
"Just when I think I can't take anymore, life only seems to get harder. You know, I'm thinking your whole idea about leaving the Otherworld doesn't sound all that bad right now."
He cupped my cheek, ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "I'm afraid, Álainn, that isn't a choice anymore. Don't worry, I'll be with you. We'll get through this together."
I leaned into his hand and smiled. At least, I had that. He would be beside me through anything. With him, I had everything.
Hand in hand, he led me back toward the auditorium. When I entered, everyone stood and bowed. I snorted, thoroughly annoyed. "Oh, please."
Kyden chuckled.
"Are you okay?" Zia inquired.
I loved the telepathic communication we shared as Spirit Witches, especially in times like these, when others didn't need to hear.
"Better. But what the hell, is this for real? Do they really think I'm going to lead them?"
Her smile was more than amused, it bordered on hilarity. "I'm not sure what they expect of you, but it seems as though Azar and Misa must have a plan since they assisted you against Magnus. Be kind to them, Nexi. They gave you a great gift by helping you."
"I know you're right, but Zia, I can't do this. I. Don't. Want. To. Do. This."
"There are steps for you to appoint a new leader, but right now, we need to learn more of this world. You cannot appoint someone who you know nothing about. Think of the consequences. Let's just take this one step at a time, all right?"
Just then, Misa approached me and bowed. "My Lady…"
"Nexi," I interjected before she continued. "My name is Nexi."
"Okay then." She smiled. "Lady Nexi."
"No, drop the Lady, just plain old Nexi."
Misa looked around completely confused. "You're asking me to call you only Nexi?"
"That's right." I glanced around the room to all the Underworld creatures. "All of you. My name is Nexi. That's it! Got it?" Everyone in the room exchanged a confused glance. The sight of it made me laugh. "And none of this bowing stuff. It's quite ridiculous." Their befuddled expressions shifted to complete bewilderment. I had the real feeling that I was asking for the impossible.
To hell with it, I had other matters to attend to. My gaze fell upon Azar. A warlock who looked just as one would expect–scruffy with long white hair and dark eyes that exuded power.
I released Kyden's hand and stepped toward him. As I reached him, he bowed. I touched his arm, drawing his gaze back to mine. "Why did you help me?" He'd withdrawn the hold Magnus had on me. Without his help, it wouldn't have turned out this way. I would have been lost to the darkness forever.
He held his hand out, an offering for me to read his thoughts. Just a neat trick the Spirit Element gives to me. I took his hand without hesitation and opened myself up to him so that I could get a grasp on what this was all about.
In an instant, visions flashed through my mind and I recognized the first one immediately. I'd seen this memory in Misa's mind at the beginning of this mess. At the time, though, she'd pulled away so I couldn't see more. Now, it became clear.
Azar and Misa wanted to change the path of their world, protect and make it different–better. But Magnus was set in his ways. Yes, they could have defeated him, but then Pye would have taken his place. This would have been worse. So, that's where I came in.
Misa planted the idea into Magnus' head to have Pye destroyed. Then, with him out of the way, they put the plan into motion to destroy Magnus. They believed I had all the qualities of a supreme leader and no longer wanted to live in the realm of evil. They would have stopped Magnus' hold over me earlier if they hadn't needed me to bond to him first. It guaranteed that I was next in line to rule.
The visions stopped and I released Azar's hand. Stunned, shocked–I was speechless.
Kyden stroked my arm in a soft touch. "All right?"
I glanced at him. Still unable to speak. This was all very serious, but to be truthful, I had no idea what to say. Off all the things that I thought this might be about, this had never once crossed my mind.
They chose me to lead. Me.
"Nexi, you have to say something." Zia's voice filled my mind.
I glanced at her. She gave me a nod of encouragement, to say whatever needed to be said, but still I couldn't. I seriously drew a blank. I'd never been without words before or so completely dumbfounded.
Misa cleared her throat, broke the silence. "Um…Lady…I mean to say, Nexi, needs some time to process. Let's give it to her."
Just like that, every warlock, demon, and witch stood in unison and left the auditorium. All that remained were Misa, Azar, Zia, Talon, and Kyden.
When the final Supe left the room and the door closed, Zia ran to me, hugged me with every ounce of her strength. "I didn't think it was going to turn out this way." Her voice hitched. "I love you, Sweetie."
Still, I stood speechless.
Zia leaned back, then glanced worriedly at Talon. The Master of Guardians, and Kyden's father, had just released his son from a tight embrace. He looked a lot like him–had the whole 'slay my dragon' thing going on. "I think she's in shock," she said.
"Help her."
Zia glanced back to me, kept her hold tight on my arms, and released her magic. A rush of ease filled me.
I exhaled deeply, then gave my head a shake. It relaxed me enough to ground myself again, but I was still unbelievably shocked. Clearly, Zia didn't want to take away the sense of what was going on here, knew I needed it to make good decisions, but took the edge off.
"So…" I hesitated. Everyone looked at me, waited for me to continue. "You do know that I'm a White Witch?"
Misa nodded, a sweet smile spread across her face. "Yes, we know."
"And you do know I won't accept Black Magic, right?"
"Why do you think I didn't allow you to accept it after the bonding ceremony? We don't want you to change." Azar smiled.
Now it made sense. At the time, he suggested that Magnus and I wait until we were alone for me to accept Black Magic. With all types of sultry promise, Magnus had agreed. A deep shudder erupted within me as I remembered the way he looked at me then, the way I felt and wanted him. Just yuck!
I shifted my focus away from thoughts along that line and got back to business. "Why?"
"We like how you are," Misa responded.
I gave my head a shake, tried to understand all this, but nothing seemed to make sense. "I'm so confused." I gave my temples a good, hard rub.
Misa laughed. "What's there to understand? I told you repeatedly that we're not what you think we are. Yes, we're demons and must siphon souls to feed our world and our magic, but we disagree with our past leaders. We don't want innocent souls taken."
I had to laugh at the idea of such insanity. "You're good evil guys?"
"Makes you like us, right?"
I did remember when she'd told me this awhile back but I thought she was totally nuts. The truth was, now, I did like her. Demons are the pure essence of evil and she denied her very own soul to live in kindness. That definitely put her on the side of the good guys. Still, none of this made any sense.
"Honestly, why have you chosen me? There were lots of powerful witches and warlocks here tonight. You could have picked any of them."
Misa's smile was shrewd. "Not as powerful as you. With you leading, it puts us in a position of great safety. No one can go up against you, which will keep our world and our wants, protected."
Before I could process that, Zia said, "She's right, Nexi. You've grown undeniably strong. You shielded Kyden against Magic–used your shield on another. I still don't believe it."
My magic always did seem to be stronger with emotional motivation behind it so it really didn't surprised me anymore that my powers exploded when I needed them most. Besides, my mind just couldn't break away from how insane this all was. "But I have no experience with leading anything. I'm only twenty-four years old for gosh sakes. I can't do this."
Azar placed a hand on my shoulder, his smile kind. "You were born to do this and we'll be here to guide you."
I waited a good ten breaths as I let my mind process the situation. It wasn't going to go away and would happen whether I liked it or not. So, as they say, better face the music and find out exactly what they wanted from me. "Lay it on me then, what do I have to do?"
"First, we need to establish rules that your minions must adhere to." Misa informed.
Suddenly, a horrific thought came to mind. "I don't have to live here, do I?"
"You are the Ruler of the Underworld. You can do whatever you like–the rules are yours to make."
My gaze met Kyden's, relief palpable in my tone. "Well, that's a bit of good news."
"Indeed."
"You can assign yourself minions to handle your daily duties, and to look after the world for you, if you don't wish to live among us." Misa continued.
Okay, easy decision. "I appoint you."
"Me?" Misa gasped.
"Well yeah, you seem to know lots. You'll do fine." Better than I could do, and oddly, I trusted her. Yeah, I trusted a demon, never thought I'd see the day.
She started to bow, but I grabbed her arm quickly. "Please don't. That's just too weird."
"As you wish, my…" she stopped herself and smiled. "Nexi."
I smiled in return. Whoever guessed that I'd find a friend in Misa? I would never have thought it possible. Friends come from unusual places, and I couldn't deny that when I looked at Misa, all I saw was a friend.
"We'll be in nightly contact with you about situations that arise and matters you must deal with. It'd be my pleasure to act as your Siren to assist you and deal with most of the trouble without you. The role is normally given to a witch, but times have changed now, haven't they?" Azar cut in.
"Great." Maybe my involvement wouldn't be as much as I thought. These two seemed to know what the hell they were doing. "So, you'll only come to me if something really serious comes up?"
"As Siren, I'll deal with anyone who goes against the laws you put forth. We'll detain them here. Then, weekly you'll need to come so they can stand before you."
I sighed loud and proud. There went my whole plan to let everyone else handle it thing for me. "All right, got all that, so what do we do now?"
"We need to bring everyone back in so you can set in place the new rules." Misa stated.
My gaze hit on every face here. "Er…I hope you are all going to help me with this?" I was glad to get a nod from each of them in return.
Half an hour later, we had rules to set the Underworld to rights. The crowd piled back into the auditorium and took their seats. Misa gave me a quick nod to begin.
"Here goes." I said to Kyden, who gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. Nerves rattled me. Public speaking was never my strong suit. So, I made it quick.
"Rule one: No more taking innocent souls. Anyone who does will face destruction. Understood?" Every head nodded so I continued. "Only humans who have done something wrong, murder, rape, you know that kind of stuff. Those souls you can drain, and do whatever you want with, but that's it."
When a Demon drained a soul, it didn't actually kill them, just weakened their life force–took a few years off. If they ruined lives, who cared that they'd die a little early. I sure didn't.
"Rule two: If a human asks for something in return for giving his soul," Which was how the majority of the souls were taken–given freely in exchange for something. "You cannot do anything evil. Got it? No hurting others, stealing, murder, anything that falls into those categories."
I continued for what seemed like hours, until my mouth ran dry from talking. The rules were simple ones, we weren't able to change the way of the Underworld, but we could run it along the same lines of the Otherworld. With the only difference being, I was the Council. What a big joke, right?
"I have put Misa in charge. So, anything needs to go through her." Everyone nodded again. "Azar will now be my Siren. If there is trouble, go to him, and he'll sort it out." With that all said and done, I looked toward Azar. "You need to choose your…" I hesitated, searched for the right word, "…guard."
Azar leaned in, his voice low. "Sorry, that's your job. We'll arrange for a challenge for you to choose who defends you."
"Oh. Well, okay. We can do that." I had no idea what I was doing and really hoped I didn't look as ridiculous as I felt.
"Is that all then, Lady…I mean to say, Nexi?" Misa asked.
"Yes, that'll do." I glanced around the room and looked upon a few faces before me. "I guess I should probably thank you all. If it wasn't for your support, things would've turned out very different."
When Magnus called out for help, no one had given him aid. A couple of firm nods acknowledged me, but that was about it. I glanced back at Misa who smiled at me. "I guess that's it, so can I go now?"
"You do not need to ask my permission," she replied softly.
"Okay." I walked back to Kyden and grabbed his hand. "Let's go then."
Everyone in the auditorium stood and bowed as Kyden and I walked, Zia and Talon followed. "Stop doing that."
No one listened.
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January 30, 2011
Gotta Have It Promo Video
My fellow authors in the Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex anthology have put together a really sensual, fun trailer for the book. I'm not in it, but I really enjoyed watching it. So cool to see all these great authors that share space in the pages with my story.
January 24, 2011
Oh Happy Day!
One of the many exciting things to report of late is the fact that a Cleis anthology I have the honor of being in with many other talented authors, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, is now available for sale on Amazon. They are in-stock and ready to buy lovely people! Please pick up a copy and support one of my biggest accomplishments this year! My story is a quick and emotional romp in the rain, but there are so many other great's in this antho, it's a flabbergasting shock to see my name in print with them! Go me, Go me, Go me *does happy dance*!!!
Oh, and if you like it, please be kind enough to leave a review :) Thanks!
January 19, 2011
Random Tidbit of the Day
I think most of you know how much I hate rain, snow, and cold in general. So then, it's kinda weird that one of my odd dreams in life are to move to Seattle. Now, this is only because I've heard a ton of positive things about the writing scene there as well as having it be the home state of one of my favorite authors. But still that's random for me, no? I have this little fantasy where I live downtown somewhere real close to a good Barnes and Nobles with monthly and/or weekly writer's group meetings and I sip on my Chai latte with supreme glee.
In reality I'm sitting in my local Starbucks that only has one outlet for power in a giant mall with a bunch of rude people. Oh, the life of the a writer. But I got out of the house today so I suppose that's a plus. I also made my word count in oh, about an hour, Shows how kick ass a change of scenery can be for my muse.
I've had some more exciting news over the course of this week. One of the things I can reveal is that I'll be doing a multiple story paranormal anthology with authors Keta Diablo, Amber Scott, and Stacey Kennedy. It was a real honor to be asked to be in this anthology with a group of talented women who got my back. So today I'm busily starting my new project for that while another part of my mind thinks about the steam punk short I'm writing for another anthology call. One I'm not guaranteed a spot in lol.
Expect a lot more good news on here in the next coming months. My perseverance and drive seem to be working over the erotic market. Maybe I've been taking too many nips of helium because my star is certainly rising. But don't worry, I'm still cynical as all hell.
In reality I'm sitting in my local Starbucks that only has one outlet for power in a giant mall with a bunch of rude people. Oh, the life of the a writer. But I got out of the house today so I suppose that's a plus. I also made my word count in oh, about an hour, Shows how kick ass a change of scenery can be for my muse.
I've had some more exciting news over the course of this week. One of the things I can reveal is that I'll be doing a multiple story paranormal anthology with authors Keta Diablo, Amber Scott, and Stacey Kennedy. It was a real honor to be asked to be in this anthology with a group of talented women who got my back. So today I'm busily starting my new project for that while another part of my mind thinks about the steam punk short I'm writing for another anthology call. One I'm not guaranteed a spot in lol.
Expect a lot more good news on here in the next coming months. My perseverance and drive seem to be working over the erotic market. Maybe I've been taking too many nips of helium because my star is certainly rising. But don't worry, I'm still cynical as all hell.
December 31, 2010
My Plan And why I've been Absent
I've been pretty late on posting this blog mostly because I've been wrestling with being sick in various crippling forms for a little over two weeks now. My holiday was a little less filled with joy than I would have liked. However, that didn't stop my post-Christmas wish from coming true. I was offered a short story contract by Ellora's Cave and I now have a kick ass editor and a fantastic publisher to call my own! I've been a lucky, lucky girl the end of this year. I'm really proud of what I've accomplished and that I've come so far with my work. So, on that good note, here's my to-do wish list for 2011:
Submit 6 stories to AnthologiesGet published 1 full length novel e-bookGet one novella publishedFinish Blaze Rough DraftBecome more confident in my workWrite and/or finish two full length rough draft MS'sWhat do you think, think I can do it? I don't think this list will be as tough as last years. People kept throwing me anthology submission calls that I just couldn't turn down! Hopefully, this coming year will have more of the same! Happy New Year everyone, may it be filled with every happiness! Thanks so much for the support and kindness during 2010, can't wait for comments in 2011.
Submit 6 stories to AnthologiesGet published 1 full length novel e-bookGet one novella publishedFinish Blaze Rough DraftBecome more confident in my workWrite and/or finish two full length rough draft MS'sWhat do you think, think I can do it? I don't think this list will be as tough as last years. People kept throwing me anthology submission calls that I just couldn't turn down! Hopefully, this coming year will have more of the same! Happy New Year everyone, may it be filled with every happiness! Thanks so much for the support and kindness during 2010, can't wait for comments in 2011.
December 19, 2010
My Procrastination Station
Sorry, I know I've been absent from the blog for a bit now lovely readers. It wasn't intentional by any means, time just kind of got away from me. I'm working on a lot of projects right now including my sixth round of edits and rewrites of Not So Pure. I've been trying to contract with a full length book for who knows how long now. But it will be done, my work ethic will make it so. I've gotten great advice from a lot of brilliant people, including my Ellora's Cave editor, so hopefully I can whip this baby into shape and you'll see her on e-book shelves soon.
As far as EC goes, I've been spending most of my time writing new things for my editor. I just finished the content edits for Party Games. After I get my line edits, I'll let you know my official release date. How cool is that? I get an official release date for EC! Still kinda in shock about all that. Good shock, but shock-y shock. Now, I just have to get my editor something else "crosses fingers"
Along with these developments I've sent out six short erotica submissions for antho calls since Jan 1st. So the list of calls on my wall has kept me just as busy as everything else. Right now I still have six more I'd like to write before May 1st. Busy, busy. I've managed to tack up a billboard of all my submission dates, story ideas I'm working on now, and story ideas I'll be working on after the next WIP is put to bed. So far the system seems to work better for me. Keeps the inner organizational crazy person happy and it keeps me motivated.
Anyway, figured an update was in order. Thanks for hanging in with me. I should be back to regular posting soon.
As far as EC goes, I've been spending most of my time writing new things for my editor. I just finished the content edits for Party Games. After I get my line edits, I'll let you know my official release date. How cool is that? I get an official release date for EC! Still kinda in shock about all that. Good shock, but shock-y shock. Now, I just have to get my editor something else "crosses fingers"
Along with these developments I've sent out six short erotica submissions for antho calls since Jan 1st. So the list of calls on my wall has kept me just as busy as everything else. Right now I still have six more I'd like to write before May 1st. Busy, busy. I've managed to tack up a billboard of all my submission dates, story ideas I'm working on now, and story ideas I'll be working on after the next WIP is put to bed. So far the system seems to work better for me. Keeps the inner organizational crazy person happy and it keeps me motivated.
Anyway, figured an update was in order. Thanks for hanging in with me. I should be back to regular posting soon.
December 14, 2010
Celebration Giveaway
I finally loaded
Thumbtacks
, my naughty lesbian corporate office story onto Smashwords for use in all e-book formats. To celebrate, until December 16th, readers can get my e-book
FREE
by typing in the coupon code VE99Q at checkout. What was once a .99 cent purchase is free for a limited time. Who doesn't like free stuff?
Me? I'm just happy I made it through Smashwords infamous meat grinder system with all my limbs!
Here's the blurb:
Tyler and Brie share a quirky fetish--office supplies. Unable to embrace their mutual needs and desires in a work environment, the women have been meeting in secret every week to troll the local office supply store for a little foreplay. But now it's no longer enough. What follows is a torrid session in office politics that could get them fired--and laid
Me? I'm just happy I made it through Smashwords infamous meat grinder system with all my limbs!
Here's the blurb:
Tyler and Brie share a quirky fetish--office supplies. Unable to embrace their mutual needs and desires in a work environment, the women have been meeting in secret every week to troll the local office supply store for a little foreplay. But now it's no longer enough. What follows is a torrid session in office politics that could get them fired--and laid
