Delilah Devlin's Blog, page 501

Guest Blogger: Dena Garson

Ah… Spring.

In my part of the country, it's looking a lot like Spring has sprung. Flowers are blooming and people are sneezing left and right.

For me, spring means two things: soccer and cleaning.

I've already started my mad rush of cleaning. Yes, I'm sick, I know. This past weekend the floors were swept, scrubbed, and vacuumed. Even the corners, crevices and those icky places along the baseboards had a spotlight on them. Do you have any idea what hides there??? *shudder*

But my physical house isn't the only thing that needs a good cleaning. I REALLY need to get through all those somewhat intangible things that float along the edges of my life. All those things-to-do that never quite got done. The projects that I started but didn't quite finish. The list of goals I want to accomplish, but haven't yet. New story ideas that I've been tucking away on random pieces of paper. I simply must find time to go through all of that STUFF and get it organized before I either loose the thought or it keeps getting buried and therefore, never done.

Surely I'm not the only working-mom who always seems to be chasing her tail?? What helps you guys keep up with everything? Other than a personal assistant, that is. That's just not in the budget. LOL

While you're thinking about that, take a much-needed and probably well deserved break and go check out my new Quickie from Ellora's Cave, Down to Business. Find out about the bargain Leigh Templeton made with her husband John so they could have a work-free weekend getaway. Down to Business is available on Ellora's Cave and Amazon Kindle.

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A Question…

If you don't already know, there are two contests currently running on this website. Up for grabs? 8 books and 2 $25 gift certificates. Be sure to check out the rules on my contest page. Both contests end on THURSDAY!

I'm going to be deep, deep into my new story today, doing my best to nail a chapter. What am I working on? The sequel to A Four-Gone Conclusion. The two handsome twins have finally met their perfect match. So while I'm writing like my hair's on fire, I'll leave you with a question…

What author would you choose to write your memoir?

Guest Blogger: Gillian Archer (Contest)

Drama and a Giveaway!

Thanks so much for having me, Delilah! Hi everyone I'm Gillian Archer and I'm guest blogging here because my first story with Carina Press releases today.

Unlike my heroine in Wicked Weekend, I don't have any sibling angst. Don't get me wrong, my sister and I used to fight like cats and dogs…when we were little. My mom always says she knew we were really going at it when all the yelling and bickering would stop and it suddenly got quiet in our room—that was when she would yell down the hall to "knock it off in there!" Probably had a bit to do with our two year age difference. But we grew out of it somewhere around middle school.

Now as adults, my sister and I are completely different people. She's an analytical hippy chick who is getting her PhD in Radiochemistry (of all things) and practically worships Bob Marley. Whereas I love everything George Strait and used to be a mining engineer (weird, I know!) but now spend my days writing steamy romance scenes. There's so much we don't agree about, but my week is not complete unless I talk to my sis at least once. What can I say? I love her

And yet I absolutely cannot get enough of family/sibling angst. Whether it's in books or on television, I'm glued to the drama. The latest reality family spectacle that I can't get enough of is American Chopper: Senior vs. Junior. My husband watches for the bike builds but I'm glued to the angst. The lawsuits and nasty comments about their own family members break my heart. Will they ever be able to mend fences and be a family again? How can anyone move past the kind of history that these guys have? These are the kinda questions that fuel my writing muse.

So when it came to writing my heroine, I just had to give her some family angst. There's a history between the sisters that's apparent from the first page, and they have a few run-ins along the way as well as the prerequisite sibling jealousy. Of course when she meets a hawt guy and has some naughty fun with him she realizes she has no reason to be jealous of her sister. It's so much better being her. *grin*

Why did Lauren Vaughn introduce her sister to the man she herself was crazy about? Now Lauren is watching the happy couple at their combined bachelor/bachelorette party—while Lauren sits all alone at the bar. Until she spots a hot stranger with the telltale black handkerchief in his pocket: the signal for "seeks no-strings affair with sexy submissive." Lauren can't take her eyes off him. So when he comes over, she kicks her inner good girl to the curb and follows Jamie Forman to his room, where he makes her scream with pleasure all night long.

But Jamie is a complicated man. He can't handle how desperately he wants her in his bed—and his life. It's up to Lauren to teach him how to make all night last forever.

You can read more about Wicked Weekend at my website, or buy it today from Carina or other book selling sites like Amazon or B&N!

So do you have some sibling angst? Or a favorite book or tv show dealing with family angst? Leave me a comment and you'll have a chance to win a book from my backlist.

Thanks for having me Delilah!

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Gillian Archer lives in Northern Nevada with her amazing husband and two goofy dogs. When she's not writing (but probably should be) Gillian is usually reading, baking or walking her very spoiled dogs. You can find her at her website, on Facebook or Twitter.

Free Story and Sunday Report Card

Psst! The winner of one of Myla Jackson's (March 5) fabulously erotic books is…Leann! Leann, be sure to contact me to arrange delivery of your prize! Congrats!

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Free Story!

If you don't have this story, click on the cover now!

This offer won't last long!

And since it's for free, maybe you wouldn't mind "tagging" and "liking" it on Amazon. A review would be nice too…

Thanks to you, it rose pretty quickly up the Free Erotica list at Amazon. Just maybe, I'll find a few new readers. Your reviews help them decide to take the chance, and those reviews don't have to be pretty. In fact, the less polished the writing, the more the reader will trust you.

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Brand New Covers

The first four of the My Immortal Knight stories have fresh new covers. Take a look! I haven't changed them on my website yet because they aren't up on Amazon, but they are up at Ellora's Cave! Click on the covers if you're interested in reading more!

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Contest Reminder!

Two contests end on March 16th! The 4x2x4 Contest (four sets of two signed books to four lucky winners) and The Promo Ho contest (up for grabs? TWO $25.00 gift certificates!).

And because I want to give more of you a chance to win, I'll add TWO HOT to the list of eligible books for the Promo Ho contest! Check out my Contest Page for more details.

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Sunday Report Card

What a busy-productive week!

1) I completed a short-short story entitled "Quick Draw" and submitted it for consideration to an editor!

2) I completed my part of Charmed in the Big Easy, a co-written story with Paisley Smith, and submitted it!

3) I put together three brief treatments for possible stories and shipped them to my agent for his opinion.

Not bad, huh? This week, it's back to cowboys!

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Next Week's Guests

This week, I'll have the following ladies blogging here:

Mar 12 — Gillian Archer

Mar 14 — Dena Garson

Be sure to drop by to say hello. You might just find another author you have to read!

Snippet Saturday: Sassy Characters

A quick note! Be sure to get your free copy of TWO HOT this weekend: Link to FREE COPY

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People protect themselves in different ways. Sometimes, it's through silence—if you never attempt to connect, you won't be hurt. Sometimes, it's through a clever quip—something stinging or so clever it makes potential mates back away. In this scene you have have both.

"A FOUR-GONE CONCLUSION is a prime example on how a novella should be written; fast and fun, touching characters that pull you in and a story that is completely fulfilling."

4.5 Cherries, Long and Short Reviews

One devilish night…or a chance at heaven?

Sam Logan's foster sons have a bad rep in Two Mule, Texas. Most of it earned. When it becomes clear they don't plan on giving up scootin' after ever pretty pair of boots in town anytime soon, he issues the one thing he knows they can't resist: a challenge. Find a wife.

The oldest, Johnny, is actually grateful. He's had his eye on Mean Ellie Harker for a long time, and Sam's challenge is the kick in the pants he needed to ask her out. Except before he can make his move, his brothers kidnap her right out from under his nose. Now, instead of being one question away from victory, he has to compete for the woman of his dreams.

Ellie thought she'd be a dried up old spinster before Johnny finally untangled his tongue long enough to ask for a date. But instead of teaching him better uses for that tongue, his brothers have whisked her away to the ranch. At first she's furious…then intrigued when she starts to wonder what it might be like…

Warning: Four handsome cowboys. Four choices. Would it be a single sordid night or a chance at heaven as she savors every luscious inch of the Logan brothers?

"I could help you, you know," Killian said, his tone casual.

Too casual. Johnny grunted. "With what?"

"Gettin' you a wife."

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Worry about findin' your own."

"It's not how it works, bro. We're brothers."

"We're not blood."

"Blood's not what counts."

Which was a sorry damn truth they all knew too well. Blood had failed them all.

Johnny cussed under his breath. "How would you help? You gonna chat her up for me? You gonna tell her what a catch I am?"

"Well, you are. You stand to inherit a fourth of the Double Tree. And I've seen the way women look at you."

Johnny snorted.

"You're not a bad lookin' guy.

Johnny aimed a blistering glare his way. "You gonna ask me out?"

Killian grinned. "Just statin' the facts. You're not hard on the eyes. And you're tall. Girls like that. And they like your hair. They like you fine until you give 'em that thousand-yard stare like you're sightin' down a rifle barrel."

Johnny gave him his meanest glare. "This isn't gonna work."

Killian gave a waggle of his eyebrows. "I'll help. What're brothers for?"

"You're just hoping I'll snag a wife and that'll be the end of it. You'll be off the hook."

"Maybe."

"You think this is funny."

"Watchin' you tryin' to sweet talk a woman—yeah, it'll be the most fun I've had in while. So where do you wanna start?"

Johnny didn't answer but he passed up the most obvious place. The saloon's parking lot was already full. Instead, he turned onto Main Street and slowed as he searched for a parking place.

Killian straightened in his seat. "You're not thinkin' of Ellie, are you?"

The way Killian said it intimated he thought Johnny had lost his mind. Maybe he had. But she was the first woman he'd thought of when Sam had mentioned the stew. "She can cook."

Killian gave an exaggerated shudder. "But she's mean."

"Should be perfect for me then, don't you think?"

Killian gave a bark of laughter then crammed his cowboy hat on his head.

Johnny raked his hair with his fingers and wished he'd thought to bring a rubber band to tie it back. However, Killian had said girls liked his long, straight hair. He didn't know why he'd kept it. It was the one most glaring trait that set him apart from his brothers. The last vestige of the heritage he'd thrown off when he'd run away from life on the reservation.

He trailed behind Killian, who stepped out with a bounce in his step, likely grinning his ass off that Ellie Harker was the first woman who'd come to his mind. What he didn't know was that Johnny had been working up the courage to ask her out, sitting in the diner week after week, but never quite finding the right way to do it.

Killian pushed through the door of the café. Johnny caught it before it slammed in his face, but didn't say a word. Already, he could feel his body tensing at the thought of talking to the woman.

She'd taken over the running of Katie's Diner when Katie's belly got too big and her husband, Cutter Standifer, had insisted she hire a cook until after the birth of their first child.

Inside, the smell of freshly baked apple pie assailed him, and his belly rumbled loudly. There could be worse things than being hitched to a mean woman, especially when she could cook almost as well as Gracie.

The place was busy. Wade Luckadoo's girl, a college kid home for the summer with blue streaks in her white-blond hair, glided out of the kitchen with a tray balanced on one hand. "Someone'll be right with you. Take a seat if you can find one."

Killian headed to the counter and slid onto a stool then patted the empty one beside him. Johnny felt his face harden to stone, his usual mask in public, as he sat. From this vantage they had a view straight into the kitchen where Ellie was working.

One glance and his body stilled, breath leaving in a quiet sigh. She was a pretty woman, although her looks weren't flashy like most men might prefer. Pale blonde hair, pretty milk-colored skin, and he didn't need to see what stretched below. Her well-padded curves were burned into his memory.

Right now, her cheeks were rosy, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. Johnny stared, wondering, not for the first time, whether she'd taste like everything she cooked.

Ellie pushed back a lock of her pale hair that fell over her hazel eyes with the back of her hand and then glanced up. Her startled gaze met his for a second then quickly darted to his brother before falling away.

He kept right on staring, wondering how long it would be before she'd come out to check on the customers first-hand.

Killian leaned toward him to whisper. "See? She was lookin'."

"She looked at you too. Would have looked at Ole Win's ugly face if he'd taken a seat right in front of her."

"But she wouldn't have blushed."

"She's cookin' over a stove. Of course her cheeks are pink."

Killian grunted. "You are the stubbornest man I've ever known. She's interested."

Johnny didn't like the little thrill of hope that warmed him. No use getting excited when Killian was only trying to warm him up to the challenge. "She looked at you too," he repeated under his breath.

Killian arched a brow. "We could follow in the twins' footsteps…"

"I'm not sharin' a wife with you."

"Only one of us can marry her, but seein' as you're a little stunted in the courtin' arena, you might need someone watchin' out for your interests. I can close this deal for you, bro."

Johnny thought about all the times he'd rehearsed the perfect opening line but sat tongue-tied when Ellie's attention landed right on him. He might need some help all right. "Say I was to agree to let you help. No one else would have to know?"

Killian's lips curved in a sly arc. "No one other than Ellie."

Johnny ground his teeth. "I might need a little help. The woman ties my tongue into a knot."

"You just do what you always do. Play the silent Injun. Be mysterious. Leave the rest to me."

Johnny didn't like it one bit, but he didn't see another way around it. And the last thing he'd admit to Killian was that Sam's pronouncement had given him the nudge he'd needed. He'd had his eye on Mean Ellie Harker for weeks but hadn't gotten up the gumption to do anything about it.

He nodded, then instantly regretted agreeing when Killian's mouth stretched into a wider grin.

"Not a word to the twins," he said, gritting his teeth.

"It'll be our little secret."

The kitchen door swung open and Ellie breezed out, a towel over her shoulder and a pitcher of water in her hand. She grabbed two tumblers from under the counter and set one in front of each man. "What can I do for you boys?"

Johnny bristled. No one called him a boy except Sam these days. And the way she said it with that wicked glint in her eyes told him she knew he didn't like it.

Killian leaned over the counter and tilted back his head. "Sweetheart, how come no one's married you out from under this place?"

Johnny stepped on Killian's boot and ground his heel into his brother's toe.

Killian grimaced but didn't turn away from Ellie's narrowing glance.

"Guess I've just been lucky," she said, her tone brisk. "What'll it be? We've got meatloaf and mac tonight."

"Just pie. Johnny here's been goin' on and on about how good your pie is."

"Has he now?" Her razor glance flicked to Johnny, and he felt its scrape against his cheek. She leaned closer, her face inches from his. "What do you say, cowboy? Want me to top it with cream?"

He gulped at her throaty purr. Not a sound he'd ever heard her make. His dick stirred and his cheeks heated. "Vanilla," he ground out.

She tsked. "A shame. Not what I had in mind at all."

His mind went blank for a second. "Um, you meant whipped?"

She gave a wicked chuckle, and his skin burned like fire.

"Now, that's more like it," she said, her voice deepening into husky purr again.

Beside him, Killian choked on laughter.

Ellie straightened and raised both brows. "Pie comin' up. À la mode." She turned on her heel, but not before he saw a hint of a smile on her face.

"Not bad, bro. Not bad at all."

"Not bad?" Johnny growled. "She thinks I'm an idiot."

"She was flirtin' with you."

"She knows I can't get a word out that makes a lick o' sense around her."

Killian turned his gaze from the sashay of her pretty bottom. "She knows you're interested."

"How long we gotta sit here?"

"'Til this place closes down. Don't eat that pie too quick."

"It'll be soggy."

"Then get another slice."

Johnny ducked his head and turned to watch Ellie as she refilled glasses, pausing to share a word or a quick quip. She had a way with her customers. A sassy flare. With her other customers anyway. Most times, she just ignored him. Or teased him, like tonight, until he couldn't think he was so damn hard.

Her head tilted back in laughter at something a couple said to her, then turned to catch him watching her.

For once, he didn't let his glance skitter away. He held her gaze, let her note where he looked, and then burned a slow trail down her body.

This time, he saw her throat work around a gulp.

Killian nudged him with an elbow. "Not bad, bro. Not bad at all."

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Guest Blogger: Susan Ashworthy/Christie Walker Bos

Some Like it Hotter

As the author of three romantic comedies, I was comfortable in my genre. I knew how to make my readers laugh with my characters and sigh at the most romantic moments. My romantic comedies are like a good Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan film. So what would possess me to leave my comfort zone for something different? The answer is…Some Like It Hotter.

At a writer's conference, I was sitting at a table surrounded by erotica writers. We had an eye-opening conversation about the number of books they'd written, their loyal following and their sales numbers, which blew mine out of the water.

When I got home, I went online and purchased one of their books. I was pleasantly surprised to find their story wasn't that much different from mine, just with more and hotter sex scenes. The writing was superior, the plot was captivating, the characters were believable and engaging. That's when it occurred to me; maybe I could write erotica.

The thought was sticky and clung to my waking moments like a piece of tape I couldn't get off my finger. Next thing I knew, my overactive imagination had come up with not one book, but a four book series: Hot PurSuits. Each book would have one of the playing card suits in the title.

My first attempt would be, Stealing Hearts, to be followed by Queen of the Clubs, Pay Back in Spades, and Not for Diamonds. Then, with the help of my brothers, of all people, we created a pen name to keep the genres separate. I decided to write under a pen name so that fans of Christie Walker Bos couldn't accidentally read one of my erotica books. But I decided to link the two names for cross promotion purposes. I don't care if people know that Susan Ashworthy is really Christie Walker Bos. I just wanted to make sure that readers knew there was a difference between the two lines. With titles ready, a pen name in hand, all that was left to do was write the first book. Easy, right?

Not as easy as I thought. Needless to say, the edits were extreme. I had a lot to learn about erotica. Which words you can and can't use to describe certain body parts, what to leave in, what to leave out, (what to put in, when to put out?) I had this great idea to incorporate dripping hot wax on my hero in one of the sex scenes. My editor asked, "Have you ever tried that?" Well, no, actually I hadn't. So I tried it and guess what…it really hurts…I mean hurts A LOT. So I changed it to painting him with warm liquid chocolate. The things you do for your craft.

One thing I did notice was my voice was the same. There is still a touch of humor in my erotica, and my characters are still "real" living people who just happen to have more frequent and hotter sex. Lucky them!

So Stealing Hearts finally was published and I held my breath until the first review came out. Holding breath, holding breath, holding breath…and, YES, my first review was a good one. Yeah. Now the real test…reader feedback. I sent copies to some of my Christie Walker Bos fans to see if they would like this new subgenre. Holding breath, holding breath, holding breath…and, YES, two thumbs up. But what I really wanted to see, the point of my whole experiment into the "dark side" was if royalties would be different. And guess what, they were. That first royalty check for Stealing Hearts was about 6 times larger than first royalty checks for my romantic comedies. So it's true, more people really do like it hotter!

If you were to write erotica, would you use a pen name? Would you link your erotic line with your current genre?

All Pretty 'n' New — Repurposing

Writers who pen articles for magazines understand this concept very well. They research a topic, write an article targeting a particular publisher, submit it, then turn around and repurpose that same article, just retargeting/repurposing that piece for a new audience and another publication.

Fiction writers don't get that opportunity as often because, if we have an audience, how irritated would they be to read the same piece over and over, just repurposed for another release? Here are two examples of works I've recently "repurposed."

Two Hot was previously "Hot Out Here" in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance, however, I revised it, and added a better ending. Something I couldn't do the first time around because of word count restraints.

All the short stories in Strokes, except for "Lily's Last Stand" and "All About Me," were previously published in Cleis Press collections.

Why would I want to republish them?

1) I like to make my work accessible to my fans and not everyone is willing to buy every anthology I appear in.

2) I like making a little money for my labor. The stories I sold to Cleis, for example, only earned me $50 apiece.

In this day and age when a writer can publish her own work, she has greater control over her own destiny. In the scary old days, there was only one way for a writer to go—straight to New York and a handful of big publishers. If you didn't manage to catch the eye of an editor, then if your story wasn't something the marketing department knew how to sell, you were toast. With more epublishers and self-publishing opportunities, writers can cut out the middle men entirely if they wish.

I wouldn't ever want to cut out all of my publishers. You never know what the future holds, and it's best not keep all your eggs in one basket, but there's so much freedom now. I'm enjoying it. I hope you readers enjoy the result too—more books, more quickly, for a great price from writers you love.

Oh, and sometime late today or tonight, Two Hot will be offered for free on Amazon.com. Just my way of saying thanks for being along for the ride. I'll tweet, FB and message you all when that offer goes live! *blows kisses* ~DD

Guest Blogger: Melanie Atkins

Hot Cops and Strong Women

Thanks so much for letting me guest blog, Delilah! I really appreciate the opportunity. Hey, out there! Let me to introduce myself. My name is Melanie Atkins, and I'm obsessed with hot cops. I write romantic suspense with intense storylines, and I've tried writing erotic stories, but they're just not for me. So I stick with the cops. Flawed, dark, sexy heroes who carry big guns.

Most of my favorite shows are crime dramas: Castle, In Plain Sight, Southland, Law & Order SVU, Unforgettable, The Killing, Blue Bloods, Memphis Beat, and the Glades, to name a few. All of them have strong heroes. Castle's not a cop, but he is hot, he writes crime stories, and he helps the police. So that counts. I blog about that show after every new episode, too, by the way, on Lee Lofland's The Graveyard Shift blog. Lee is an ex-cop who critiques the police procedure, while I give my take on the romance. We often give off a good cop-bad cop vibe, and that's a lot of fun… but I digress.

Back to my flawed heroes. I like 'em troubled, with a plight only the heroine can solve. She, of course, is a strong, determined, independent woman who doesn't need a man to lookout for her, but she just can't walk away from the hero's blatant masculinity. You get my drift. My stories might not be erotic, but they contain plenty of sexual tension, angst, and eventual satisfaction.

My latest release, BLOOD RITE, a single title romantic thriller from Whiskey Creek Press, gets this point across in spades. The hero in that one is Nick Marconi, a man in desperate need of the heroine's help, but he doesn't want it… because Gracie Simpson is a psychiatrist.

Here's the blurb from the back of the book:

Women in New Orleans are dying. Women New Orleans Police Detective Nick Marconi has dated. To make matters worse, they have all been found with vials of his murdered sister's blood in their throats. Nick is walking a tightrope between depression and rage. His superiors are worried about his mental health, so they send him to see psychiatrist Gracie Simmons.

Gracie is walking a tightrope of her own. She became a psychiatrist because she wants to help people, and in addition to private practice, she also treats police and parolees. The extra work gives her flashbacks about her father, however, a bad cop arrested when she was just fifteen. Then a former flame harasses her, and her best friend turns up dead. Desperate for a distraction, she makes Nick her special project. Only… he doesn't want to be saved.

Somehow, I channeled that story and wrote it in six weeks — all 95,000 words. Nick talked to me, Gracie got angry with me, and I just kept writing. It's my favorite of all the books I've written.

In addition to this book, I have another one up at Whiskey Creek: FLASH BANG is an Epic Award finalist. And I have two series out at Desert Breeze Publishing. Check out my New Orleans Detectives and Keller County Cops, plus a stand-alone novella. All have strong, damaged heroes in need of some sweet, hot lovin'. And boy, do they get it. In spades.

Website: http://www.melanieatkins.com

Blog: http://melanieatkins.wordpress.com

Who is your favorite Avenger?

Quick brag! In addition to being the Long and Short Reviews Book of the Month, Lone Heart is also a TOP PICK at Night Owl Reviews! I'm completely thrilled! Yesterday was a very, very good day!

Okay, on to today's topic. I told you it would be quick. ~DD

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I live in the boonies. The nearest town is small and has NO movie theater! I have to drive at least an hour to get to one. So it takes a special movie to motivate me to see it on the big screen. Here's one I cannot wait to see.

First, my idol, JOSS WHEDON, is directing the movie. Remember Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly, and Dollhouse? Second, I need another dose of Chris Hemsworth wearing armor or nothing at all…

I already know I'll be buying every action figure to plop into my story toy box! Watch the trailer, then vote for your favorite Avenger!

Note: There is a poll embedded within this post, please visit the site to participate in this post's poll.
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P.S. Thanks to everyone who voted for me this weekend over at Long and Short Reviews. My dd is sorry she ever suggested the mailings, but I'm enjoying watching her hand cramp into a withered ball!

Guest Blogger: Myla Jackson (aka Little Sis)

The Crazy Writer's Life for Me!

With the fun of the new Snow White movie coming out, I can barely stand the wait. In the meantime I'm stuck…er…happily penning wildly erotic stories for the enjoyment of those waiting for the next great movie to come out. Oh, hell, you know you love the wildly erotic stories, f*** the movies. Our imaginations can be oh, so much more entertaining. With a storyline to follow, interesting characters come alive on the page to our wonder, delight and desire.

In case you hadn't noticed, I'm in a crazily happy mood. Why, you might ask? Who knows? Perhaps it's the fact that I recently contracted for 6 works under my other pen name (Elle James) for Harlequin. Or maybe it's the unprecedented success (for me) of my latest Samhain cowboy book, BOOTS AND CHAPS or perhaps it's the first draft of the incredibly hot cover for my next Samhain release BOOTS AND LEATHER coming out in August.

Truthfully, I think it's an hysterical reaction to over commitment, with a vacation (to St. Thomas!!) coming up and too much to do in too short a time. *she laughs maniacally—bwahahaha*

Whatever the reason, I'll ride this happy rollercoaster until it spins out of control and plummets to the earth for the few split-seconds this crazy writer slumps into the pits of hell—that dreaded place called self-doubt—only to rise again on the wave of a glorifying review from a loving fan.

Ah, the life of a writer…Who needs drugs?

Prize. Did someone say prize? I'm sure I heard someone say prize, therefore for anyone equally crazy enough to leave a comment in the spirit of insanity, I offer a chance to win a download of one of my fabulously erotic works. So please leave a comment of a purely ridiculous nature and maybe you too will catch the next round of lunacy. Come! Come! Comment!

 

BOOTS AND CHAPS

Welcome to the Ugly Stick Saloon

She gave up stripping to go legit…until three Kiowa cowboys bring on the down-and-dirty.

Jackson Gray Wolf is turning thirty, and what does he have to show for it? A ranch. No wife, no kids, no dates. He's had his eye on the pretty owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, but their one accidental encounter was interrupted before he could get her out of her take-me-now red cowboy boots.

Audrey Anderson isn't in the market for a man. Been there, done that, has the scars to prove it. She retired her pole-dancing boots after purchasing the Ugly Stick Saloon, and now manages a stable of strippers. When she winds up one stripper short for a private party, she's forced to slip on a mask and into the role of the mysterious Kiki.

Jackson didn't want the birthday bash his twin brothers are throwing him, but his vow to ignore the rented stripper goes awry when she shows him exactly how far she's willing to go—for all three of them.

Audrey can't forget the sizzling heat between her and one sexy Kiowa in particular. Jackson. Trouble is, she's not sure if he wants the bold, brassy Kiki, or if he's ready for the wounded woman underneath.