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March 13, 2012
Tuesday in the Trenches
Today would normally be a Triumph, or a Teaser...
but we're still reeling a bit here at Casa Noel. I don't know about you all, but in our house the pets truly become part of our family...and we invest a lot of emotion in them. So today I'm airing out the kiddo's room. Because, believe it or not, death has a smell, and her room reeks of the stench of death left by the passing of her dwarf hamster.
While Lewell'yn, one of my mc's from my upcoming release,Tian's Hero, is accustomed to that particular odour, my little liebling is not.
And frankly, I'd rather she not become used to it.
I'll be back tomorrow with a cheerier post, and your clue for today is knowing what odour Lewell'yn is accustomed to.
Ciao, babies.
but we're still reeling a bit here at Casa Noel. I don't know about you all, but in our house the pets truly become part of our family...and we invest a lot of emotion in them. So today I'm airing out the kiddo's room. Because, believe it or not, death has a smell, and her room reeks of the stench of death left by the passing of her dwarf hamster.
While Lewell'yn, one of my mc's from my upcoming release,Tian's Hero, is accustomed to that particular odour, my little liebling is not.
And frankly, I'd rather she not become used to it.
I'll be back tomorrow with a cheerier post, and your clue for today is knowing what odour Lewell'yn is accustomed to.
Ciao, babies.
March 12, 2012
Manic Monday: A Death in the Family
Hey all,
we had a death in the family today. Our beloved Rhinoman, the dwarf hamster we adopted just over a year ago was found dead in his little cage today, and my daughter is it taking rather hard...
Not to mention how much the damned little rodent came to mean to me. So, I'll catch you up tomorrow as far as clues for the Second Chance Giveaway Sweepstakes...for today, I'm drinking a beer(one, and then I'll switch to tea) and losing myself in a good book.
Later.
we had a death in the family today. Our beloved Rhinoman, the dwarf hamster we adopted just over a year ago was found dead in his little cage today, and my daughter is it taking rather hard...
Not to mention how much the damned little rodent came to mean to me. So, I'll catch you up tomorrow as far as clues for the Second Chance Giveaway Sweepstakes...for today, I'm drinking a beer(one, and then I'll switch to tea) and losing myself in a good book.
Later.
March 11, 2012
Sunday Snog: Baker, Healer, Assassin, Spy
Ready, babies?
I've got a little snogging fun for you with the boys from Tian's Hero...and another clue for my Second Chance Giveaway. Read the excerpt, and jot down the answer to this question...
QUESTION #2 What do Kay's kisses taste like?
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"Lewell'yn! I don't want anything to drink! What in the fecking hell are—mmmmp?"Kissing was definitely the best way to shut Kay up. Lewell'yn tipped Kay slightly to the side, twisting the smaller man's head towards him and pressing his chest against Kay's back. He licked his way into the warm, slightly sweet, spice filled heaven of Kay's mouth. Kay melted against him, opening his mouth wide as his head fell back against Lewell'yn's shoulder.Summer honey and cloves.Once Kay began to whimper greedily, Lewell'yn pulled out of the kiss. He tucked Kay against his side as he carried the small medic towards the closest chair. Lewell'yn pushed Kay gently into the seat. He took a bottle of juice from the wary trainee's shaking hand. Did the little fool think Lewell'yn would hurt him? The trainee posed no threat. He did not smell of lies or harmful intent. He was not good to look at. There was no colour to him. There was no reason to waste energy on him. Lewell'yn turned his gaze back to the only colour in the room. Pretty pink lips shiny and swollen from kissing him, amber eyes hazy and unfocused, Kay was good to look at. He still smelled hungry though. His body smelled thirsty too."Drink juice Kay."One fat curl fell across Kayron's forehead, obscuring an eye. He looked dishevelled, like he'd just crawled out of Lewell'yn's bed. Lewell'yn smiled. He liked this look on Kay, even when the man huffed out an exasperated breath."Right then. A fecking nutter, ya are mate. Oh, fer fucks sake Lewell'yn, stop growling and give me the damned juice."**********
For more snogging goodness, go to Victoria Blisse's blog, the place where the Sunday Snog phenomena began. http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-cougar-style/
I've got a little snogging fun for you with the boys from Tian's Hero...and another clue for my Second Chance Giveaway. Read the excerpt, and jot down the answer to this question...
QUESTION #2 What do Kay's kisses taste like?
***************************************
"Lewell'yn! I don't want anything to drink! What in the fecking hell are—mmmmp?"Kissing was definitely the best way to shut Kay up. Lewell'yn tipped Kay slightly to the side, twisting the smaller man's head towards him and pressing his chest against Kay's back. He licked his way into the warm, slightly sweet, spice filled heaven of Kay's mouth. Kay melted against him, opening his mouth wide as his head fell back against Lewell'yn's shoulder.Summer honey and cloves.Once Kay began to whimper greedily, Lewell'yn pulled out of the kiss. He tucked Kay against his side as he carried the small medic towards the closest chair. Lewell'yn pushed Kay gently into the seat. He took a bottle of juice from the wary trainee's shaking hand. Did the little fool think Lewell'yn would hurt him? The trainee posed no threat. He did not smell of lies or harmful intent. He was not good to look at. There was no colour to him. There was no reason to waste energy on him. Lewell'yn turned his gaze back to the only colour in the room. Pretty pink lips shiny and swollen from kissing him, amber eyes hazy and unfocused, Kay was good to look at. He still smelled hungry though. His body smelled thirsty too."Drink juice Kay."One fat curl fell across Kayron's forehead, obscuring an eye. He looked dishevelled, like he'd just crawled out of Lewell'yn's bed. Lewell'yn smiled. He liked this look on Kay, even when the man huffed out an exasperated breath."Right then. A fecking nutter, ya are mate. Oh, fer fucks sake Lewell'yn, stop growling and give me the damned juice."**********
For more snogging goodness, go to Victoria Blisse's blog, the place where the Sunday Snog phenomena began. http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-cougar-style/
Ack! I missed Six Sentence Sunday!!
*FacePalm*
I blame it on the pre-birthday beer. There was only one, but it was enough to put me off my game.
I blame it on the pre-birthday beer. There was only one, but it was enough to put me off my game.
March 10, 2012
Saturday Second Chance
So, I was over at Amber Kell's blog a few days ago, shamelessly promoting my upcoming release of Tian's Hero...the first book in my Akanti series from Silver Publishing. We picked a lucky ebook winner from those listed in the comment section.
Guess what?
I'm running a second chance sweepstake-ish kinda thing wherein you can get a second chance at winning this amazing *if I do say so myself* book.
Watch the blog this week.
I'll be hiding little clues here and there and the lucky commenters who find all seven of them and leave me their email addy's along with a list of the correct clues will be entered into a second drawing.
Good Luck. I'll see ya in the funny pages. *not really, as I only draw stick figures*
Today's clue is already up on the blog...and will be answered with the name of the character who is referred to as a spy. And if it's not clear enough here, then hop over to Amber's blog...it's blindingly clear over there.
Guess what?
I'm running a second chance sweepstake-ish kinda thing wherein you can get a second chance at winning this amazing *if I do say so myself* book.
Watch the blog this week.
I'll be hiding little clues here and there and the lucky commenters who find all seven of them and leave me their email addy's along with a list of the correct clues will be entered into a second drawing.
Good Luck. I'll see ya in the funny pages. *not really, as I only draw stick figures*
Today's clue is already up on the blog...and will be answered with the name of the character who is referred to as a spy. And if it's not clear enough here, then hop over to Amber's blog...it's blindingly clear over there.
March 9, 2012
Friday by the Canal
Got a lot accomplished today.
Laundry and an intense planning meeting with the folks from Wrap. Don't ask. I won't tell... :)
I also managed to get my beautiful new Facebook banner by Reese Dante posted to both my Facebook accounts. Would you like to see them?
And while I'm at it, here's the gorgeous Silver Short cover that Reese came up with for us. Cool, huh?
That's all. I'm off to go for a walk with my kiddo.
Laundry and an intense planning meeting with the folks from Wrap. Don't ask. I won't tell... :)
I also managed to get my beautiful new Facebook banner by Reese Dante posted to both my Facebook accounts. Would you like to see them?
And while I'm at it, here's the gorgeous Silver Short cover that Reese came up with for us. Cool, huh?
That's all. I'm off to go for a walk with my kiddo.
March 8, 2012
Thursday Think Tank: The Naming of Minions
The naming of minions
is a delicate matter
it isn't just one of your
quarter beer games
And you may thing at first (um and in the middle...possibly last as well)
I'm mad as a hatter
When I tell you a minion must have three different names.
They're the names that I shout
at my minion with glee
on Twitter, and Facebook indiscriminately.
*ahem*
Minion! I holler
with poise and aplomb
plan a blog tour, set my schedule, and remind me
ten times a day or perhaps even more
for if left to devices my own
I'll be mired in details
and peanut shaped bits of foam.
No1NoelMinion!
Get moving!
Make Haste!
Don't you know that without you,
I'm sad basketcase?
I spend more time doing errands
than dreaming up worlds
and my characters languish
with their *er* glory flags furled?
To the point then: a minion needs a name
can be shouted across
the whole of the Twitterverse
without hearing loss.
And each minion must also
have a sly, secret name
known to only themselves and their master of fame...
*waggles eyebrows*
and finally, finally
last in line but not least,
there is the pet name
for the dear minion beast
known only of course
to the author they claim
who then inserts it in stories
writ to keep themselves sane.
*lame, I know*
Authors, you know, are but giddy fools,
one and all...
whom our dear trusted minions
must catch when we fall.
Name your minion most carefully,
so they come when you call...
for a minion is precious,
and desired by all.
is a delicate matter
it isn't just one of your
quarter beer games
And you may thing at first (um and in the middle...possibly last as well)
I'm mad as a hatter
When I tell you a minion must have three different names.
They're the names that I shout
at my minion with glee
on Twitter, and Facebook indiscriminately.
*ahem*
Minion! I holler
with poise and aplomb
plan a blog tour, set my schedule, and remind me
ten times a day or perhaps even more
for if left to devices my own
I'll be mired in details
and peanut shaped bits of foam.
No1NoelMinion!
Get moving!
Make Haste!
Don't you know that without you,
I'm sad basketcase?
I spend more time doing errands
than dreaming up worlds
and my characters languish
with their *er* glory flags furled?
To the point then: a minion needs a name
can be shouted across
the whole of the Twitterverse
without hearing loss.
And each minion must also
have a sly, secret name
known to only themselves and their master of fame...
*waggles eyebrows*
and finally, finally
last in line but not least,
there is the pet name
for the dear minion beast
known only of course
to the author they claim
who then inserts it in stories
writ to keep themselves sane.
*lame, I know*
Authors, you know, are but giddy fools,
one and all...
whom our dear trusted minions
must catch when we fall.
Name your minion most carefully,
so they come when you call...
for a minion is precious,
and desired by all.
March 6, 2012
Tuesday Triumph: Tales from EditLand
I'm nearly done...just checking line by line for stuff we missed. Nearly there!
March 5, 2012
Manic Monday:Or My Life; Guest Starring the Kidlet, Vicktor Alexander and Daniel Kaine
The boys are still sleeping, all snuggly (I fracking hope) in their bed. I am working on polishing off my first lil'cuppa joe for the day. The kidlet is off to school. The wind is blowing outside, and the sun has risen. I once again am taking a few moments to contemplate the awesome that is my life, inclusive of all the demands upon my time and all the many and varied tasks I endeavor to complete each and every day.
I have the edits for Tian's Hero back from the proofers, and thus am mere days away from receiving my author copies of the first full length manuscript I ever wrote. Well, as an adult. That whole elephant who wore clothes and was inspired by Barbar novella I wrote in the fourth grade notwithstanding. Tian's Hero may not be the first book I've published, but it was the first one I wrote, and it remains very dear to my heart.
I'm working on edits today for TH then, until they are done and returned to the AEIC and then to the formatting editor.
I need to build some furniture.
I am still *hangs head in shame* trying to find a place to put all the damn stuff I moved here with, so I have boxes to unpack.
I have two stories nearing completion, and if I don't get some writing done in them I'll have to kick my own ass. Repeatedly.
*facepalm*
Make that three stories. Gah.
Moar coffee. Must write faster.
And then, *note snark* this afternoon, inbetween taking the kidlet to have bloodwork done and meeting with her doctor, I must pay bills, dream up some super cool things for the Bradvic and Dangelina to do together that won't bust their wallets to hell and gone, get dinner started, do a few loads of laundry, and plot out a sneaktastic way to trick the tiny urchin formerly know as my kidlet and the Vic's neiceling into cleaning the frightening sty that she in all her nearly-a-teen-so-close-she-can-taste-it wisdom refers to as her room.
*shudder*
And to treat myself, should I complete all that as well as plan out a revised schedule for the week which has more realism than the first one I wrote up, I'll read a little something my friend Erica sent me.
*waggles eyebrows*
She is a newbie author with talent. Hence my excitement. I love passing on the little bits of crafting good writing know-how I've gleaned intensively over the past 2-plus years and by osmosis over the rest of my lifetime. It's good to share with your friends.
Right then, I'm off to mainline some caffeine, wash the crustifications of life from myself *literally* and then dive into the Editland section of the Cave.
Ta!
I have the edits for Tian's Hero back from the proofers, and thus am mere days away from receiving my author copies of the first full length manuscript I ever wrote. Well, as an adult. That whole elephant who wore clothes and was inspired by Barbar novella I wrote in the fourth grade notwithstanding. Tian's Hero may not be the first book I've published, but it was the first one I wrote, and it remains very dear to my heart.
I'm working on edits today for TH then, until they are done and returned to the AEIC and then to the formatting editor.
I need to build some furniture.
I am still *hangs head in shame* trying to find a place to put all the damn stuff I moved here with, so I have boxes to unpack.
I have two stories nearing completion, and if I don't get some writing done in them I'll have to kick my own ass. Repeatedly.
*facepalm*
Make that three stories. Gah.
Moar coffee. Must write faster.
And then, *note snark* this afternoon, inbetween taking the kidlet to have bloodwork done and meeting with her doctor, I must pay bills, dream up some super cool things for the Bradvic and Dangelina to do together that won't bust their wallets to hell and gone, get dinner started, do a few loads of laundry, and plot out a sneaktastic way to trick the tiny urchin formerly know as my kidlet and the Vic's neiceling into cleaning the frightening sty that she in all her nearly-a-teen-so-close-she-can-taste-it wisdom refers to as her room.
*shudder*
And to treat myself, should I complete all that as well as plan out a revised schedule for the week which has more realism than the first one I wrote up, I'll read a little something my friend Erica sent me.
*waggles eyebrows*
She is a newbie author with talent. Hence my excitement. I love passing on the little bits of crafting good writing know-how I've gleaned intensively over the past 2-plus years and by osmosis over the rest of my lifetime. It's good to share with your friends.
Right then, I'm off to mainline some caffeine, wash the crustifications of life from myself *literally* and then dive into the Editland section of the Cave.
Ta!
March 4, 2012
Snogging in the Snow, or Rain, or wherever one's available...
Sunday again, and inevitably, like dawn following the dark of night, this means it's time for a snog. Today I wanted to give you something special, but to my great sorrow, I find myself unable to catch Bradvic and Dangelina in a smooch.
They are remarkably camera shy for such beloved twitter mega-stars. That, or their agent/evil mastermind puppetmasteresque bestie has finally learned the intricacies of mind control and taken over my brain. I'm leaning toward the latter. I've felt decidedly muffin brained this week, and I blame Patty-of-the-Cakes...yes, yes I do.
Wait! The Bradvic and Dangelina have returned from their quest to find the almighty chocolate breakfast of British champions, The Pop-Tart of gooey chocolaty goodness and chocolate covering.
*sudden sucking sound as of mass quanities of yummy yums being pulled inexorably into a vacumn*
Ack. I'd make a comment on that, but am prevented by the tight hold over my mind by the omniscient power of the Patty-of-the-Cake (which is not a lie).
In the background, a rustle of cloth. The faint murmurs of Ameriglish from Bradvic and Britglish from Dangelina. And then...
A faint whisper of sound. A brushing noise like the softest of touches across the taut skin of a drum. A sense of easement and...ah yes. The inescapable scent of pleasure perfuming the air.
Ah.
An invisible kiss.
A powerful alchemy of want and fulfillment.
Oceans crossed and all that rot.
Once I break free from the damned mind control, I promise I'll be back with a picture of them inflagrante bessamio (you know, kissing)...
For now, get yourselves over to Victoria Blisse's place and gather up some more snogging goodness. I know I'm going to!
Victoria Blisse's World of Snogging Goodness
Victoria's place is the jumping off point for loads of other snog stories. Go on. You know you want to. Get you some, baby.
They are remarkably camera shy for such beloved twitter mega-stars. That, or their agent/evil mastermind puppetmasteresque bestie has finally learned the intricacies of mind control and taken over my brain. I'm leaning toward the latter. I've felt decidedly muffin brained this week, and I blame Patty-of-the-Cakes...yes, yes I do.
Wait! The Bradvic and Dangelina have returned from their quest to find the almighty chocolate breakfast of British champions, The Pop-Tart of gooey chocolaty goodness and chocolate covering.
*sudden sucking sound as of mass quanities of yummy yums being pulled inexorably into a vacumn*
Ack. I'd make a comment on that, but am prevented by the tight hold over my mind by the omniscient power of the Patty-of-the-Cake (which is not a lie).
In the background, a rustle of cloth. The faint murmurs of Ameriglish from Bradvic and Britglish from Dangelina. And then...
A faint whisper of sound. A brushing noise like the softest of touches across the taut skin of a drum. A sense of easement and...ah yes. The inescapable scent of pleasure perfuming the air.
Ah.
An invisible kiss.
A powerful alchemy of want and fulfillment.
Oceans crossed and all that rot.
Once I break free from the damned mind control, I promise I'll be back with a picture of them inflagrante bessamio (you know, kissing)...
For now, get yourselves over to Victoria Blisse's place and gather up some more snogging goodness. I know I'm going to!
Victoria Blisse's World of Snogging Goodness
Victoria's place is the jumping off point for loads of other snog stories. Go on. You know you want to. Get you some, baby.
