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February 7, 2011
Weekly News & Goals - 2/7/11
It's one week to Valentine's Day, and love it or hate it, you should visit the Snake Bites blog next Saturday for a list of digital scavenger hunt items. Yes, that's right – my publishing company is hosting a scavenger hunt contest with the winner to be announced on Valentine's Day. Be there or be...well...not heart shaped...
Also, on Friday Desert Heat will go on sale for $1.99 for Valentine's Day on Amazon and Barnes & Noble . It will go back up to $2.99 on Feb. 15th.
This Week on The Variety Pages
Tuesday: Ch. 45 of The Biker's Wench
Wednesday: Exploring Romantic Suspense – The Hero
Thursday: Ch. 46 of The Biker's Wench
Goal Report
Last week was one of those weeks where I never stopped moving, and still managed to complete only the absolute necessities. There's a reason for this, of course – it's called a "lack of focus". Normally, I'm pretty focused on whatever I happen to be working on at the time. It's why I can work on several drafts at once – I can focus completely on whatever story I happen to be working on at the time, instead of having my mind try to wander between stories. It's a very handy skill, and as far as writing goes, I'm still okay there.
The problem is with everything else. I sit down to write a blog post, and pretty soon I'm checking twitter, or looking up something on the internet, or reading someone else's post, or distracted by TV – you get the idea. My brain is on information overload, but I have to tell you – it's my own fault. Because I am the one letting myself get away with that, instead of forcing myself to calm down and focus on what needs to be done. It's not social media's fault, it's not work's fault, it's not all the interesting bloggers out there – it's all on me, truly. It's laziness, more or less, and I've been letting myself get away with it.
One of my favorite art professors in college was a very odd man (in an interesting way), but he was big on the concept of "mindfulness". Whatever we were doing, he wanted us to do it in a calm, mindful, focused manner. Nothing else mattered at that exact moment other than what we were working on, and he was convinced that anyone could create art when they approached it with mindful focus. I never did learn how to draw/sketch well, but I did learn how to let everything else around me go and focus on the project in front of me, no matter what it was. I really need to get back to that discipline, rather than allowing my thoughts to become so fragmented. So this week, my goals aren't only about getting things done, but doing so in a calm, focused manner.
Goals for the Week
Writing
5 serial scenes
1 scene for TMM
1 extra scene (doesn't matter what it's for)
Business
Order business cards/cover cards
Add link to site
Valentine's Day contest
Personal
Workout three times
1 load of laundry 4 nights
Update nail art blog
So that's it for me. The word for the week is "mindfulness". Do you approach the things you do with calm focus? Or are you fragmented like me? Care to join me in being more focused this week?
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February 4, 2011
Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 44
This serial novel is posted in draft form every Tuesday and Friday.
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 44
Harley watched Monica take it all in, his eyes never leaving her face as she took in the nearly-finished harem suite. The fear he'd seen just a short while ago was gone, appreciative wonder lighting her face.
"You're amazing," he said, moving behind her and sliding his hands over his hips and around her waist, cocooning her in his embrace. She didn't move away, putting her hands lightly over his. Her touch sent blood rushing straight between his thighs, and he bent his head low, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck before straightening again.
He glanced over her head at the walls, the dirt hidden by a stone veneer covering and topped with yards and yards of wispy light blue tulle. In the center of the matching tiled floor there was a sunken area with benches around the edge covered in large, ornate pillows. In the middle on a huge blue Persian rug, a huge round bed sat dressed in a pastel yellow satin comforter with more pillows stacked up against a curved brass headboard. A gleaming gold halo supported by four posters held a curtain of filmy blue and white silks, hung at different heights for a seductive, inviting look.
Monica slowly let her head fall back to rest against his chest. "It's already perfect - what's left?" She turned her head, looking up at him with wide, soft eyes. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her moist lips, his erection pressing against her ass.
"It needs girls," he said, grinning when she rolled her eyes and turned away, though she seemed content to stay in his arms. "These are fantasy suites, darlin'. We make money giving people what they want. And some people fantasize about being in or having a harem."
She turned in his arms, her hands on his chest. "Do you fantasize about having a harem?" A wink told him she was teasing, and he laughed, his knuckles gently rubbing the sides of her ribcage. Something like hope swelled inside him.
"Nah." He chuckled, tweaking her pebbled nipples through her shirt. "One woman's enough trouble for me," he said with a smirk.
Those delectable lips pursed in mock offense, and she pushed hard against his chest, the unexpected move sending him back a couple of steps. She turned and walked away, down the steps into the sunken area. "You're going to pay for that, Harlan Majors."
He grinned, noting she was headed in the general direction of that big bed. Jogging to catch up, he grabbed her by the waist just as she reached out to touch one of the bits of hanging silk. "Bring it on, sweetheart," he murmured in her ear as she pretended to struggle. "Let's see what you've got." He tossed her on the bed, earning a shriek of surprise for the effort. Settling between her legs he braced himself on his elbows and looked down into her sparkling eyes. "You were saying something about payment?"
"Was I?" Her voice was husky, and his smile faded as a contemplative look crossed her face. "I seem to have forgotten..."
He captured her lips with his own then, his tongue dancing with hers as he moved his hips against her pelvis. She moaned low in her throat, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him tight against her. He needed no further encouragement - even if she didn't stay, they both needed this, needed each other.
In no mood to be patient, he pulled back, yanking his shirt over his head. "I want you naked in twenty seconds," he said, reaching for the button on his jeans. He shimmied out of them and looked over at Monica, her elbows propped up on the bed and an appreciative look in her eye.
"When did you get so bossy?" she asked, finally sitting up and pulling her shirt off. Harley tried to think of a witty come back as he watched, but words deserted him as soon as he saw those gorgeous breasts. She smiled, knowingly. "A little distracted, Majors?"
Harlan nodded, stepping forward to reach for the button on her pants. "I suspect that's the way you want it, witch." He pulled her jeans off her hips, and tossed them aside then pushed her legs apart. "So pink," he said, caressing her inner lips with one finger. "So pretty." He knelt between her legs and trailed kisses up the inside of her thigh to her warm, wet core. Swirling and licking, he played between her legs, pumping two fingers in and out of her sheath as he flicked at her clit. Monica arched up, moaning and he moved over her, sucking one small earlobe into his mouth as he buried himself in her warmth. **Please note - comments take a few moments to appear. Refresh the page to view new comments.
February 2, 2011
Exploring Romantic Suspense: The Heroine
Is there a certain personality, or set of personalities, that you would expect more than others in a romantic suspense novel? I was thinking about this the other day, and I really don't think a heroine who didn't have at least some independent and stubborn traits would make it in a suspenseful situation. Charlie, my heroine in Tempest has to deal with a *lot*, and I'm inclined to think that if she wasn't already so strong & independent, there's no way she could have possibly survived what I threw at her. So too with Marie, my Desert Heat heroine, who is a fascinating mixture of a strong leader and crippling self-confidence issues when it comes to men. Readers seem to react very strongly to Marie – they either identify with her, or they hate her. Either way, her underlying core strength is what gets her through the story to her "happily ever after".
I'm currently reading Imposter by Karen Fenech , where the heroine is strong, but quietly so. Someone has tried to kill her twice now, and she reacts as anyone would, with shock, anger and a mini-nervous breakdown, but she's still strong enough to pull herself together after all that and get on with trying to figure out how to survive.
For me, that's part of the draw of a romantic suspense as a genre. Heroines who, despite their shortcomings and confidence issues are forced to tap into that inner strength that they may or may not have known they had. That's not to say other sub-genres don't have strong leading ladies, but it's very evident in rom. suspense due to the often drastic nature of the plot.
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February 1, 2011
Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 43
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 43
Burns' goon gestured toward the hall with his gun, and Harley kept one arm around Monica's shoulders as they walked to the master suite. Anger and guilt settled like lead in his gut as the door to the bedroom shut firmly behind them. He should have known about the bugs, should have never let her go through with this scheme. She'd been insistent about her role though, and he'd finally given in against his better judgement.
Hcaressed the side of her face with one hand, the other pulling her in towards his chest. She offered no resistance as he tilted her chin up and kissed her once, softly. Leaning forward, he embraced her his lips just a hair away from her ear.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, careful to keep his voice as low as possible. "It's going to be okay, but I need your help now if we're going to get out of here. Are you up to it?"
Monica nodded almost imperceptibly. He rubbed her back with slow circles that he hoped would ease some of the tension emmanating off her in waves. "Let's take a shower," he said, making no effort to hide his voice. She nodded and stood, swiping at the damp area under her eyes with her fingers.
"Okay," she said, holding her hand out to him. The gesture of trust wasn't lost on him, and he brought her fingers to his lips before leading her toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind them, he winked at her, turned on the water in the sink and then leaned in to start the shower, turning the tap on full blast. When he turned back, she was just reaching for the hem of her shirt, but he shook his head.
"The shower will have to wait, if that's okay," he said just above a whisper. "I just needed some background noise so we can get out of here."
She frowned, glancing around the smallish room. "I don't see any windows..."
He chuckled. "There aren't any down here. But I have something better." He grabbed her hand and reached for the light switch, plunging the room into total darkness, just in case Burns had planted cameras too, the sick bastard. "Don't let go of my hand," he said, tugging Monica along as he made his way across the room to a small linen closet. He pulled the door open and reached in, running his free hand over the back wall about six feet up. Finally feeling the latch, he pushed it, and a slight click signaled his success. He turned to the right and stepped forward, pushing against the side wall. It sung away from him and he stepped into the old tunnel, making sure Monica was clear of the door before closing it firmly behind them.
"Where are we?" Monica's grip tightened on his hand, and he squeezed back to reassure her, his foot sweeping wide along the dirt floor. Something solid impeded his movement, and he bent down to retrieve the heavy-duty flashlight he'd been looking for. Switching it on, he turned the beam enough to let him see Monica's surprised expression. "Another tunnel?"
He nodded, grabbing her hand again and pulling her down the dark shaft. "There are several of them beneath the compound, many of them connecting to various buildings and underground meeting rooms. Betsy and I discovered them by accident when we bought the place - as near as we can tell, this must have been home to some sort of cult or secretive group at some point." He took a right down another tunnel, stopping at an old wooden door. "This is one of the rooms we're renovating for the harem fantasy - there's a stairwell inside that goes up to Sultan's Castle. We should be safe here until we figure out what to do about your father - the room isn't available to guests yet."
He led her inside, then reached out to pull an ornate red tassel that hung from the ceiling. Lavendar light bathed the room in a mellow haze.
"Wow," she breathed, wonder and appreciation on her face. "This is amazing."
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January 31, 2011
Weekly News & Goals - 1/31/11
My top news today is that it's payday at the day job. This enables me to go book shopping again, and since there are a few new releases I simply must have, I'm insanely happy about this. I get paid from Amazon today as well, but alas, sales were just starting to pick up last October/November, so while it's extraordinarily fun to see money from book sales deposited into my business account, it's more of a token than anything else at this point. One I'm more than happy to accept, of course, to be put back into the business. 
In any case – what am I buying today? In no particular order:
Reveal Me by Cari Quinn (erotica)
Dark Running by M Cid D'Angelo (dark urban fantasy)
Save My Soul by Zoe Winters (paranormal romance)
Silver Thaw by Amy Rose Davis (fantasy)
I'm also going to be ordering some "cover cards" for Tempest & Desert Heat. These will be available for those who buy ebooks, but also would like a physical representation with a signature without having to buy the print copy. They'll be limited edition, just 20 available for each book on a first come, first serve basis. More on that when I get them in.
This Week on The Variety Pages
Tuesday: Ch. 43 of The Biker's Wench
Wednesday: Exploring Romantic Suspense – The Heroine
Friday: Ch. 44 of The Biker's Wench
My apologies for the late newsletter this month – I got a little confused on my dates. Variety News will be sent out later today...
Goal Reports
Last week I managed to accomplish all of my writing goals, which I'm quite pleased about. Five serial scenes, one scene for The Minister's Maid, ten pages to my local crit group and one beta read/crit finished. It's not often I actually complete all the goals on any given list, so I'm pretty proud of that one. I have the basic plot/title for the fourth Fantasy Ranch novel too, which is fun.
As for the business goals, I completed about half. The web sites are updated, I wrote a guest post, I submitted Desert Heat to a review site, and I started working on the contracts I need to write. Naturally when you focus on certain areas of life, others tend to fall by the wayside so my personal goals were toast last week. This week will be slightly more balanced, as I'm now finally caught up from the book launch and settling back into my normal routine again.
Goals for the Week
Writing
5 Serial scenes
1 scene for TMM
A couple extra scenes for my erotica serial/short story if possible
Business
Order more business cards, mini-cards & cover cards
Finish the contracts I'm writing
Finalize prize list for Valentine's Day contests
Personal
Workout twice
Pay bills
Sneak in extra laundry
Read a couple books
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January 28, 2011
Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 42
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 41
"Oh come now, Monica. Is that any way to greet your father?" Stephen Burns stepped into the apartment, his arms stretched wide. He smirked at her and lowered his arms as Daniels and Harley entered, followed by two men she'd never seen before. "I've enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse, but I'm afraid that finding out both my bodyguard and my daughter are disloyal has put me in somewhat of a foul mood."
"But how--" Monica stopped, her blood pressure rising. He had been listening the whole time. All the years she'd spent living with this man - running from him, and she hadn't thought to worry about listening devices. She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head slowly. "You've been listening all along, haven't you? When did you plant the bug?"
He laughed, the sound bouncing too loudly around the small room. "I have your husband and your FBI agent waiting for me to decide thier fate and you want to know when I planted the bug? No wonder I finally caught you. You have your priorities all wrong, darling."
"On the contrary, Mr. Burns. For once in my life, I have my priorities right where they should be." She met Harley's gaze, saw the corner of his lips just barely turn up before she focused on Burns again. "Since you brought it up though, what are you going to do with us? Assuming you aren't going to just make us disappear, that is. People might notice if the owner of the compound goes missing...not to mention a federal agent."
"I'm hurt that you think I could do that to my own daughter." Burns smacked his left palm to his chest in a dramatic mocking gesture. "And since you're married, your husband is family. I might get mad at him once in a while, but as long as he doesn't hurt you, he's welcome with us."
Monica wanted to take comfort in the words, but she still nibbled her lower lip. "And Agent Daniels?"
Burns lowered his gaze to the floor. "An undercover snitch is another matter, I'm afraid." He looked up, his eyes hard and glittering. Monica glanced at Daniels, noting the weary, resigned look on his face. It occurred to her that once again, she'd put a man in danger just by being who she was. She looked at Burns, who met her gaze and held it. "Snitches are a liability, and if I allow one to live, loyalty will be much harder to come by in staff. No, I need to make an example, so others know there are consequences to their actions." He nodded to the man behind Daniels, who cocked his gun, the sound ringing just as loud as any shot.
"Wait!" Monica stepped forward, unable to just watch the man get shot. "There has to be some other way - can't you just send him off somewhere and say he disappeared or was murdered or whatever?"
Burns shook his head. "Sorry. There's only one outcome to this." He motioned to the door. "Not in front of the kids, Steve." The man prodded the small of Daniels' back with his fun, and Daniels didn't look back as he walked to the door. Monica swiped at a tear, taking a step toward Harley before she realized what she was doing.
"You're a beast, and I'm glad I'm not related to you," she said, blinking her eyes quickly. A muffled shot in the hall made her gasp, and she finally ran to Harley, not caring what happened. He folded her in his arms, his embrace calming her nerves even though the danger was still very real.
"Very touching," Burns said, his tone mocking. "Andrew, please make the lovebirds comfortable in the master suite. They'll be more comfortable there while I'm processing the large order coming in later tonight." **Please note - comments take a few moments to appear. Refresh the page to view new comments.
January 26, 2011
Exploring Romantic Suspense: Plots
When I picked the subject of this week's post, I thought, "Yeah, that's a logical next part of the story to talk about." And then I sat down to ruminate on pa—um, screen as usual, and discovered that what I thought I was going to explore isn't at all what I thought it was. This directly mirrors my own writing, because I never have more than a very vague plot in mind when I start writing. It grows rather organically, and to be honest, I rarely know how the plot is going to evolve until I'm well into the story. I'm just about at 30k words on The Biker's Wench, and I didn't have a good grasp of the plot until the 25k mark or so. Yes, I sort of scene outline the first part, but the story always changes. Always.
If you think about that for a few seconds, you'll realize that my mind is a pretty scary place, considering some of the things it throws at my characters before I know what the story is really about. You'll also realize that my characters create their own story – I just watch it unfold and kick-start it when it stalls.
In any case – a good plot for me equals major problem + conflict times ten. For suspense, I figure anything that plays on the fears of my characters will do the same for the reader, creating that immediate tension that we read suspense for. Many good romantic suspense novels I've read center around a threat to the life of a main character. Because let's face it – the last thing any of us want to do is die, and we generally don't want characters we like to die either.
What are some of the other romantic suspense plots you've noticed/read, and what fear of yours did it play to?
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January 25, 2011
Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 41
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 41
"You're sure it's babies he's selling?"
Monica nodded, her arms crossed over her chest. "The one I saw was a baby - pretty young too. Though he implied that I was bought as a child."
Daniels stared at the floor for a long moment before looking back up at her. "I'll need a sample of your hair, for starters. And something to wrap it in. It's a long shot, but your biological parents may have regretted their decision and put a missing persons report out. We'll see."
She took a step back, wary. "I don't want to find my real parents..."
"You don't ever have to know who they are or talk to them if you don't want, but it would be a solid foundation for the case if they came forward. Plus we can prove you're not Burns' daughter by comparing your DNA to his." He waited patiently, his expression clearly expecting her eventual cooperation. So like Harley, she thought, though not nearly as potent.
"Fine." She sighed. "What else?"
He glanced at his watch. "Any kind of pictures or video would be the best evidence. DNA from the kids would be handy too, along with any paperwork at all you can find. Really anything you can find that links your...Burns to the activity will be helpful. There's no such thing as too much."
She nodded. "Okay. We can do that." She reached up and yanked a few hairs from low on her head, and put them into a small envelope that was laying on the hall table. "How do we let you know when we have something?"
He took the envelope and slipped it in the inner pocket of his jacket. "Have Harley text me from his phone with 'all clear'. I can explain that easily enough if Burns asks, and I'll get in touch with him on his phone as soon as I can get away." He took a pen and small notepad out of his pocket to write on, then handed her a slip of paper with the number. "I've got to get back, but thank you. If you two can get me enough evidence, we can put Burns away for a long, long time. I'll do what I can to help now that I know what's going on." He gave her the briefest smile and let himself out, shutting the door tight behind him.
Monica snapped the deadbolt in place, suddenly feeling very exposed. What if Daniels wasn't really an agent? Or what if he was, and her father found out before they could get any evidence? She rubbed the back of her neck, closing her eyes and wishing Harley was there. He'd hold her, kiss her, tell her everything would be all right. Her lips curved up in a smile just thinking of his warm touch, and as if on cue, a key rattled in the lock, popping the deadbolt open.
She turned to meet him, hugging herself as the door opened to keep from throwing herself into his arms. It took a moment for her to process that the man in the doorway wasn't Harley.
"What are you doing here? And how did you get a key?"
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January 24, 2011
Weekly News & Goals - 1/24/11
Thanks to everyone who made release day for Desert Heat fabulous last Friday. It was a fun day, and a great launch. Of course if you're one of the kind souls who bought it before Saturday, please request an updated version from Amazon, so you don't get the last three scenes of the first chapter twice.
My next release will probably be The Biker's Wench, which I plan to have done, revised and edited by late summer/early fall. I've been considering revising & releasing something I was working on last year, and if that happens, I'll have news earlier. But we'll play it by ear for now.
Until then, onward!
This Week on The Variety Pages
Tuesday: Ch. 41 of The Biker's Wench
Wednesday: Exploring Romantic Suspense –Plots
Friday: Ch. 42 of The Biker's Wench
If you're interested in a post-release wrap-up, I'll be detailing that on Thursday at Beyond the Words .
My monthly newsletter, Variety News goes out next Sunday, so if you aren't a subscriber and want to get news and discounts before anyone else, sign up here .
Goal Reports
Last week was sort of consumed by the book launch, more so than I thought it would be. That was pretty much my whole world, though I did keep up with my serials and I started the beta read for a friend. I've spent much of the weekend catching up, and I have high hopes for a productive week to come.
Goals for the Week
Writing
5 serial scenes
1 scene for TMM
Send 10 pgs to crit group
Finish beta read
Business
Update web sites
Write 1 guest post & complete 1 interview.
Submit Desert Heat to one review site
Contracts (finally)
Personal
Workout a few times
Get to bed by 1am nightly
Catch up on reviews of books read
That's what I'm up to this week. What's on your list? Reading? Writing? 'Rithmetic?
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January 21, 2011
Desert Heat Contest Winners
Congratulations to the two Goodreads winners - your books will be in the mail early next week!
For the other three contests, I put all your names on a spreadsheet in columns for Facebook, Twitter, and Blog Commenters. Using Random.org, the winners were chosen based on the number beside your name. And the winners are (drumroll, please).....
Blog Commenter: Deb B.!
Twitter RTer: @AndroliteWrites!
Facebook Share-er: Tara Maya!
Ladies, please let me know whether you'd like a signed paperback (or unsigned, for that matter), or a digital copy (or both). You can email me , tweet me , or message me on FB . I'll be catching up with you via one of those methods as well. Congratulations!!
Thanks to all who entered - we'll do it again sometime.
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