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A little #NaNoWriMo update

This is my first time ever doing Nano. Shocking...I know. And I almost didn't this year. Reason why? I'm always already working on something when November comes and I don't want to put it aside. Well, this year was no different. I know someone out there is going to call me a cheater for this, however my goal like their's is to write 50,000 words this month. Confession time, I didn't start a new story.

I currently have two work-in-progresses. One I want to hit 50,000 words and the other 30,000. When I began Nano, the first one was only are 16,000 and the other at 1500. With the motivation of Nano, in the past 5 days I have gotten my longer one to 24,000 and my shorter one to 4000. Pretty good in my opinion. 

While I might not be doing this the "correct" way, either way at the end of November, one of these will be complete and the other won't be far behind. And as long as I write the 50k, that's all that really matters, right?

I will say, I don't usually push myself to write everyday. I have though this month. I am giving Nano my all. I haven't met my word count yet today, so my writing day isn't over yet. I think this will be good for me in the long run. 

If you're doing Nano, how's it going?

Need to write? Step away from social media!

The other week I got no writing done what so ever. Nada. I got small word counts in here or there, but I kept getting sucked back to facebook or twitter. I even tried to tell myself, when I hit 1000, I can check my networks. No such luck. 
Finally, I closed out the browser after days of getting nothing accomplished except for looking at mindless streams of funny photos on facebook and peoples tweets on twitter. Once I finally closed out of those site and didn't have the option to minimize my word document to feed my addiction, I finally got some writing done. 
With Nanowrimo staring today, I knew I had to do it again. I had to close out those sites that suck my time like a thirsty vampire and write. The end results, I was happy, 2187 and I could've done more, but I have a sick child to tend to.
While I love facebook and twitter, I think they are also pure evil to those who have access to them 24/7 like I do. I find sometimes I will close my computer down, only to relog back on ten minutes later from my phone! Seriously, is anyone else this darn connected as I am?
So, for the month of November, with a 50k goal ahead of me, I'm going to step away as much as possible from these pesky sites. I will have designation times I can visit and hope and pray I can fight this addiction.
Got any tips to share?

Holiday Kisses - Part 2

Welcome to the second week installment to Holiday Kisses and my story, The Gift Beneath The Tree. Did you miss last weeks, you can find it HERE.

Each week, I will be posting from my story, along with other Beachwalk Press authors on their days. And on December 3rd, you can download my book and the others for FREE!

Tara won’t be spending Christmas with her family this year, but she’s not entirely alone. Her roommate, Brad, who's currently single, is also at home with her. Tara goes to bed Christmas Eve with hopes Santa might bring her what she most desires. After hearing a loud crash, she goes to investigate, and underneath the tree, she finds the present she’s been dying to unwrap.

Part 2 Tara cocked an eyebrow at him. “I could certainly ride one of those.”

Brad swirled the liquid in his glass and gazed at her. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Had he ever looked at her that way before…as though she was edible? Wait—why was he looking at her like that?

Either she was imagining things or he’d had too much wine. Brad had never shown any interest in her as anything more than a close friend.

“What do you want Santa to bring you?” she asked.

“He already brought mine.”

“Lucky you, he delivered early.”

“Not quite yet.”

Something was different in his tone, causing a shiver to run down her spine and spread to her center. Taking a long drink, she wondered if she’d had too much wine, since it felt like he was coming on to her.

“I should probably go to bed.” Tara set her glass down.

“So early?” He stuck his bottom lip out, looking adorable. “We usually stay up late on Christmas Eve.” He moved to the seat next to her on the couch. “Don’t you want to stay up with me?”

She gulped. Yes! But she was feeling awfully amorous and feared that if he didn’t make a move on her, she might make one on him. It would be so humiliating if he shot her down. He’d probably laugh at the idea that she thought he was coming on to her.

It was best to go to bed.

“I’m tired,” she said. “All this holiday cheer has worn me out more than I expected. Guess I’m getting old.”

She lingered a few minutes, waiting to see if he’d make a move, but he didn’t. So Tara went to her room, closing the door behind her. Relief swept through her that although she was apparently losing her mind, he wasn’t.

She changed into a pair of Christmas pajamas. It was silly, she was in her mid-twenties, and she still put on something for the holidays before bed. She brushed her hair and looked at herself in her white cami top with a candy cane in the center. You were never told old to hope Santa brought something good.

Turning the light off, she climbed into bed. She forced her eyes closed and prayed sleep would come. But her mind was running a mile a minute. Going to dream world wasn’t going to happen.

She picked her smart phone up off her nightstand and opened one of her reading apps. Perhaps she could read until she fell asleep, but as she scrolled through her books, nothing was catching her eye. She loaded up the online bookstore and found herself browsing holiday erotic romance stories. She was horny, but not even one of these books was going to help with the ache she had between her legs.

Tara set the phone down and let out a loud sigh. She wanted to go out there, lay underneath the tree in only a ribbon, and perhaps Brad would untie her. Even for just one night, that’s all she needed. A taste of Brad.

She rolled to her side and closed her eyes again, hoping the wine would kick in and help her drift off. Finally, a groggy feeling began.

Crash!

Did you enjoy what you read so far? If so, come on back next Thursday! Also, today Kaylie Newell is posting her story, Winter Break.

Tomorrow, Ashlynn Monroe will be posting an part from her story, Reunion. Don't miss it. 

See you next Thursday!

Jessica by Laura DeLuca - Perfect Halloween Read!

Wilbur was used to going to his college formals alone. He thought the Halloween Ball would be no different. He’s amazed when a beautiful girl in a Victorian costume displays an interest in him and even more amazed to find himself alone with her on one of the campus nature trails.

What Wilbur doesn’t realize is that another woman has her eye on him too. The White Lady returns every Halloween to take revenge on the men of the campus for her brutal murder. She has chosen Wilbur as her next victim.
Excerpt Wilbur thought he was going to collapse when Jessica wrapped one arm around his waist. He could feel her fingers, soft as silk, touching the nape of his neck with her other hand, and it made his flesh tingle. She even went so far as to lay her head on his shoulder. Her hair brushed against his cheek and the fresh, flowery scent made his vision blur. At first he thought it was just his allergies, but then the whole room and all the people in it seemed to change. The woman all wore full lacy gowns with their hair piled up in fancy up dos, while the men waltzed beside them in tailored suits with long tails and top hats. Even the music had changed from the typical sappy love song to a classical ballad played by a string quartet. He swore he saw the musicians in the corner; their bows sliding effortlessly over the strings of their instruments while their fingers pulsated in perfect vibrato. Even the floor under their feet had changed from the faded gymnasium floor, marked with the lines and circles of the basketball court, to hand laid tile in intricate patterns reminiscent of a Victorian ballroom.

As they circled the dance floor in an oddly quickened pace, the faces of the dancers started to transform even more. The beautiful nineteenth century ballroom aged and decayed, as did the men and women that surrounded him. Grotesque monsters with bloated skin and empty eyes dragged their decaying limbs in slow motion. Wilbur watched them with growing horror, almost forgetting about the girl in his arms. The monsters noticed the stranger among them. They reached for him with fingers green from rot. Catching his breath in fear, Wilbur pulled away from Jessica and very nearly stumbled to the ground.

Buy Link Amazon About Laura DeLuca Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. She is the author of four young adult novels including: Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, and Morrigan and has many other works in progress.

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Style Me Sexy by Tara Chevrestt

Over the weekend I read a fun and unique short story, Style me Sexy by Tara Chevrestt. Looking at the cover, this book looks adorable, and it is.  Review Bridget doesn't think she's beautiful, but she is visiting the salon in hopes that her usual hairdresser can do just that. However, her hairdresser is away and she is forced to let someone else do her hair. In fact, a man wants to give her a full makeover.

As the reader we get to jump back and forth between Bridgett's point of view, and the hair dressers, Javier as they fight what they are feeling in the short time they are together. 

Once Bridget leaves the salon, the story isn't over. She in fact has a blind date she has to go on. But, I won't tell you what happens, you'll have to read it. Blurb Bridget isn't beautiful. At least she doesn't think so. Besides, her ex always told her she wasn't. And she believes him. So when an online romance leads to a blind date, she heads to the salon for a makeover stat.

She's dismayed to discover that her usual stylist isn't available, and she has no choice but to let a man do her hair. Nervousness turns into sexual awareness as the sexy Javier buries his fingers in her tresses.

Javier has been aware of the timid but kind woman for some time and vows to make her see that she's beautiful on the outside as well as on the inside. Will he succeed in keeping his own feelings at bay and style her sexy?

Excerpt Bridget sauntered into Mane Modifying on Main Street, her regular salon, with a confident hitch in her step. Her life suddenly had purpose and meaning. She, the workaholic, the old maid, the crazy cat lady, had a date that night. It was a blind date, and she hadn’t laid eyes on the guy yet, but from their computer conversations and instant messages over the last month, she felt she could honestly say, “He’s the one.”

As the glass door swung shut behind her, she searched for her usual stylist, Deborah. The short, blonde, perky hair artist was nowhere to be seen. Am I early? Bridget glanced at the gold watch on her slender wrist. Right on time, as usual. Feeling a twinge of impatience, after all, she looked like crap and needed to look her absolute best—not that that was much improvement over the way she looked now—for the upcoming night. Where in the world is she?

Usually Deborah was awaiting her arrival, eager to escort her client to the designated chair. Bridget glanced at the front desk. That hot guy is manning the desk today. Damn. She’d seen him every time she came for her monthly appointment, but had never spoken to him. Gorgeous men, especially men with light brown skin, dark chocolate eyes, wavy black hair stopping at broad shoulders, and slender waists above tight buttocks, intimidated the hell out of her. She could handle men in the board room when money was involved—the business men she dealt with didn’t look particularly good anyway—and did so on a daily basis, but in her personal life…no. Especially not men that looked even better than Richard. Don’t go there, not now…

He’s probably gay. Men that look that good and style hair are definitely gay. The thought gave her a new confidence, and she approached the desk. “I’m here for my appointment with Deborah.”

The man turned smoldering eyes up from the appointment book he had been perusing. His straight, white teeth showed as he smiled, and a dimple appeared in the corner of his cheek. Bridget felt her breath catch. Gay, gay, gay. Then he spoke.

“Miss Langston, Deborah had a family emergency and just called forty-five minutes ago. We tried to reach you to let you know of the appointment change, but you didn’t answer your phone.” His voice was deep and low. A shiver went up Bridget’s spine. She attempted to ignore it and gulped around the knot forming in her throat.

“Oops,” she said, hoping her voice sounded breezy and unconcerned. “I had my phone off while I was in a meeting, and I must have forgotten to turn it back on.” She felt a measure of panic as the implications of the situation dawned on her. “Oh—oh.” My date.

“You can reschedule, or you can see another stylist right now, today, with a discount as our apology for the inconvenience.” His mellifluous voice interrupted her worried thoughts. Yes, there was still hope.

“I’ll use someone else today,” she spoke quickly, not wanting to let this opportunity pass by. “I—I need to look good.” Her hand went to her lanky hair. How hard could be to shampoo, trim, blow-dry, and fluff? A new stylist wouldn’t kill her. She’d been planning on getting highlights that day, a new thing for her, but she could just get the usual. Highlights weren’t going to make her a super-model. Who was she kidding?

The man stood. His chair made a rolling sound on the tiled floor. The scent of a manly cologne drifted up, enticing her nostrils. She wanted to breathe deep, and hold that smell in as long as she could. It made her think of hot kisses searing across her flesh, of hands holding her own above her head… What in the world?

“You already look good, miss, but a cut and some highlights, yes? That will make you look sexy. Sexy is better than good.” The man smiled and arched a dark brow at her, gesturing for her to follow him to the stylist chairs.

Bridget knew she was blushing. Her face felt as though it was on fire. That was nice of him…to tell me I look good, but how ridiculous. Does he expect a tip? She pondered the reason for the man’s compliment as she followed him to a black chair with a mirror in front of it and miscellaneous hair care products on the counter below it. Wait a minute? Is this his chair? Is he going to do my hair?

Flustered, she hesitated, one eye on his black denim clad buttocks and one eye trying to see if there was another available stylist nearby. There wasn’t. Every single stylist had someone sitting in the chair in front of them. Her stomach knotted. “You—you’re going to do my hair?”

“Yes, I am. My name is Javier.” A brown hand reached out to her. The dimples flashed. She hesitantly took it. It felt warm and firm, like a hand she wouldn’t mind feeling on her body… Gay, gay, gay. Keep telling yourself that.

“Is there no one else?” Bridget glanced around, knowing it was futile, but feeling the need to ask anyway. “I—I mean no offense, but I’ve never had a—a man…” Her words trailed off in an embarrassed silence as she realized how they sounded. Oh geez.

Javier laughed at her. He laughed at her. She should be offended, but his laughter was so…so open and friendly and sent tingles through her body. She found herself returning his smile and felt her shoulders relax.

“No worries, miss. I promise not take advantage of you when you succumb to the perm smells.”

Oh, I wish you would. Now where did that thought come from? Bridget shook her head as she sat in the chair. He’s gay. Good grief.

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Holiday Kisses - Week 1

I'm so excited to be offering a free holiday read to my readers. For the next few Thursday's, I will be posting small parts to my story. Each week will pick up where the last weeks ended. Then, December 3rd, my story, along with several other Beachwalk Press authors will release for free in a downloadable anthology. :) Tara won’t be spending Christmas with her family this year, but she’s not entirely alone. Her roommate, Brad, who's currently single, is also at home with her. Tara goes to bed Christmas Eve with hopes Santa might bring her what she most desires. After hearing a loud crash, she goes to investigate, and underneath the tree, she finds the present she’s been dying to unwrap.
The Gift Beneath The Tree Tara took a long drink from her glass of wine. It was Christmas Eve, and she was alone. Well, not really. Her roommate Brad was there, and to her surprise, this year he was single too. Brad was one of those gorgeous men who was never without a girl hanging around. Though, her being alone…that was nothing new. She’d been having a dry spell the past six months. Perhaps she was too picky, but she liked to think it was just high expectations.

“Are you going to your mom’s tomorrow?” Brad asked as they sat in the dimly lit living room.

Tara glanced around at the decorations. This year they’d gotten a real tree. Nothing huge, but it reminded her of her childhood. Each day when she came home, she enjoyed the smell of the pine welcoming her. “Not this year. She’s got a new boyfriend, and I don’t really want to hang out with them.”

“I guess that would be weird.”

“You think? Mom and Dad have only been divorced six months. I can’t see her with someone else yet.”

Even in her mid-twenties, her parents getting divorced had been hard on her. They had waited until her little brother left for college and then separated. Tara assumed they’d made it work for them, so once all the kids left the nest, they went their separate ways. But thinking back, it never seemed as though they were unhappy. Then again, she was young and had no reason to look for those types of things.

“You know eventually you’ll have to, right?” Brad said.

“Maybe not. If I play it right, I may never have to.”

Brad laughed. Tara always liked the way he sounded when he did. He had one of those laughs that was animated and contagious. She couldn’t help but smile, even as she tried her best to suppress her own giggle.

“So, what about you? Plans?” Tara winked at him.

“Yup, very special ones.”

“Ooo, sounds promising. Are you going to share?” Maybe she was wrong about him not having someone in his life.

He shook his head and smirked. “Nope, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Tara picked up the wine bottle and topped her glass off. She held it out to see if he wanted more, and he leaned forward for her to add the white liquid to his glass. “Sometimes you’re so secretive.” She set the bottle down.

“Don’t you like that about me?”

There was a lot Tara liked about Brad, but that was her own secret. She’d had the hots for Brad from the moment she’d met him five years ago, but they’d always stayed in ‘friends’ territory. Often she wished she was more outgoing and could just offer herself to him, but if he rejected her, their friendship would go out the window. Tara wanted to at least be friends with him. So, she settled with where their relationship was, even though it was pure torture when he brought a woman home for a wild night.

Thank God for earplugs.

“I guess we better put out the cookies and milk for Santa,” Tara joked.

Brad leaned back in his chair and asked, “What are you hoping the jolly ol’ man will bring you this year?”

“Hmmm, let me think. How about a pony? I never did get one of those growing up.” Tara giggled.

“Would you settle for a stallion?”

Did you enjoy what you read so far? If so, come on back next Thursday! Also, today Kaylie Newell is posting her story, Winter Break.

Tomorrow, Ashlynn Monroe will be posting an part from her story, Reunion. Don't miss it. 

See you next Thursday!

Getting Wicked After Dark

I'm Lacey Wolfe and I'm a romance author. I write hot and steamy erotic romance as well as I dip my toes into the more sweet contemporary romances. Hopefully, I have just the romance for you. Be sure to check out my BOOKS page before you leave today.

This year, I am very excited about Halloween. We moved over the summer and now live in a subdivision. Before this, we had a house in the country on land and no one really did much when it came to trick-or-treating. My son is eight and daughter is five. They are just as excited as I am. We get to actually knock on doors and maybe get more then 10 pieces of candy. Yum, just thinking about the candy makes my mouth water!
I won't keep up much of your time. Their are a lot of other blogs to visit. Below you will find the rafflecopter to my giveaway. I am giving on lucky winner something sweet...a $5 giftcard to treat themselves to their favorite drink from starbucks PLUS something naughty, a copy of my BDSM, Bound By Pleasure. 

Thank you so much for hopping by. I hope you visit again soon. Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?

As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.

Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.

Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?
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Spotlight - Biz Jet JumpSeat by Telma Cortez

A blistering turnaround for Jana.

After a risqué stunt gets her fired from her flight attendant job, Jana finds an even better position, as crew for Dominatrix Productions.

Excerpt
The next morning, Jana checked out early, ready for her first flight with Dominatrix Productions. 

Cynthia had sent her a text message letting her know that she could wear anything she wanted, but the more skin she showed the better. Jana was taken aback by the message, but relieved she no longer had to parade around in khakis and polo shirts. She chose a thin, flowing tank top. The sparkles along the dark red fabric perfectly matched the hem of her black skirt that stopped short a few inches above her knee and revealed the murals painted into the sides of Jana's legs. Starting at her feet, the depiction of a beautiful vine wove around her ankle and up her leg, blossoming into bursts of flowers on her thighs before disappearing beneath her clothing. Jana felt sexy and capable when she looked herself up and down in the mirror. She went down to the lobby for the complimentary breakfast as she waited for her ride.
Not too long after she finished breakfast, her cell phone rang and she could see a limo pulling in front of the hotel. It was Cynthia, letting her know they were outside. As she stepped through the hotel doors onto the street, Cynthia emerged from the limo. She wore a tight blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Cynthia smiled at Jana as she approached, nodding in approval at her appearance. During the short drive, Cynthia ran through what Jana could expect on the job. It was typical work as Cynthia explained.

She would mostly be responsible for beverages and food. Cynthia smiled. "The plane is stocked with small amounts of almost anything imaginable, so satiating the needs of executives shouldn't be too far out of your capability." There was a hint too, of something in Cynthia's voice that Jana couldn't quite put a finger on. It was something that Cynthia hoped Jana would understand without needing it spelled out for her. But, Jana wasn't scared. She was eager to experience something different, and confidant that she could handle whatever they threw at her.

They arrived at the airport and went through security. Cynthia already had an employee badge made up for Jana, and they got through pretty quickly. They turned from the main terminal and exited the building down a flight of stairs. The jet was parked on the tarmac, not too far away. Cynthia ushered Jana on board and she felt an odd sense of pride when she looked up towards the terminal windows of the airport, wondering how many pairs of eyes were on her at that moment.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the aircraft cabin. There was a table situated in front of a curved couch, six full-length lounge chairs with fold over desks, and an amazing amount of open space in place of rows and rows of cramped seating. The décor was a modern mutation of seventies hues and angles. In the back of the plane in one of the plush lounge chairs sat Jana's new boss. Over dinner he had introduced himself as Thomas, but said he preferred to be called by his middle name, Anton, instead. He waved to the women and motioned for them to come over. Jana wore a look of amazement as she walked down the aisle.

He reached into a cabinet built into the wall of the plane and pulled out a box with the company's insignia on it. Anton handed it to Jana with a smile and welcomed her on-board.

On the ride to the airport she learned the company was the front for an adult entertainment empire. Anton had started the company out of college and built it to expand over websites, social media clubs, movie production and distribution; along with a slew of other small niche ventures. Cynthia had joined with him early and earned a generous salary to be his personal assistant. As the company was continuing to rapidly grow, Cynthia was finding she might be better off working during the flights instead of playing the role of his personal flight attendant. Cynthia had said to Jana during the ride that she was being trained to take Cynthia's place with Anton in the skies. "And believe me," she said, "you'll be flying way up there in the skies… if you catch my wind." Jana had only smiled in return, but was beginning to get the hint.

She opened the box in her hands and all of her suspicions were confirmed. Against a tiny, beautiful, black satin pillow sat a sterling pair of diamond nipple clamps.

Jana looked down at them. She was shocked, but enticed. Instead of being nervous, Jana took the opportunity to make an impression and establish herself as part of her new crew. She looked Anton in the eye, feeling Cynthia drink in every moment. She took one of the nipple clamps from the box and attached it to her pinkie, admiring the glimmer of the diamonds in the light of the plane. "Is this the entire uniform, or can I add a few bracelets to the mix?"

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About The Author Write what you know, they say. Telma Cortez is an author and a flight attendant.  She’s unzipping the sex lives of those working in the theater in the sky. ‘The Aerosexual Series’ is currently short erotic novels based on the sexual experiences of the aviation world from pilots to flight attendants, passengers to buziness jet owners. It might be hard to imagine, but the airline business is small. Word gets around from crew room to aircraft galley, overnight bar and hotel crew rooms where only airline crew are allowed to socialize. This is where she gets all of her juicy gossip and full on descriptions of crew antics for her stories.

If you’ve read and liked 50 shades of Grey then you’re bound to like  Telma and ‘The Aerosexual series’. The mile high club is for pilot cadets, Telma’s stories are stratospheric…

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Loneliness of a writer

Today I was thinking about being a writer and then I started to think about what the hardest part of my job was. 

Is it writing the book? No
Is it the blurbs? That's hard, but no.
Marketing? Not really
Then what? The loneliness.

Being a full-time author means I spend a lot of time alone. Both kids are in school and the husband goes to work. Which means by 8:15 each morning, the house is all mine until 4. That is a lot of time. A lot of time that nothing is going on. If I'm having a bit of un-creativeness as I am now, that means I spend my day staring at walls, or the TV. If I'm lucky, I might get to talk to someone.

Unless I am on facebook or on chat with other authors, I get no interaction 5 days a week. Some days I think about hanging my towel up and doing something else. Something where I help people, talk to people, just interact. But then the thought hits of having to get dressed 5 days a week, leave my house all those days. While its not a bad thing, I'm accustomed to my loneliness now. Since I've been a full-time writer over a year now, I then stopped to think about how the heck I deal with the loneliness without going into a deep and dark depression. Believe me, it can happen.

If I can, I try to have one phone call a day to someone. If that doesn't happen, such as today, I find I will talk my kids heads off when they get home or my hubby's.

I schedule my writing time and then reward myself with a TV show or something. While that doesn't make me interact, sometimes watching a funny show or a reality show will make me laugh and almost make me feel like a made a trip to wal-mart. 

And shopping, yes. Schedule that in. Which is also good if you're a writer. Once you step away from your computer and you're driving down the road with no pen or paper, that idea will hit you.

And if you really get in desperate need to talk to someone, I have animals and I talk to them...a lot. Especially the dog, she likes it when I talk to her. 

And when all else fails, turn to social media. There will always be an author on their avoiding their edits or work-in-progress. **photo from Free Digital Photos.**

Ella Jade - Passion's Pain

Today I have the very talented, Ella Jade, on the blog today, telling us about her new release, Passion's Pain. Enjoy!

Thanks so helping me celebrate the release of my newest contemporary romance Passion's Pain. The idea for this novel has been running around in my head for three years, but it was one of those plots where I thought maybe I couldn’t pull it off. The more I tried to push it to the back burner, the more the story wanted to be told. Finally, I gave in and went for it. I'm so glad I did.

I grew up on soap operas. I started watching Dallas and Falcon Crest with my grandmother when I was eight. I may not have known what was going on back then, but the ideas and plots stuck with me. I honestly believe watching all of those love triangles, secret babies, faked deaths and sexy romances fueled my desire to become a writer.

When I came up with the plot for Passion's Pain, I knew I was attempting to break the mold of what we're used to in a romance novel. I've created a bit of an unconventional triangle. But, for me, writing has always been about stretching my imagination and seeing where the story takes me. I've fallen fast and hard for my characters in this book. Even Jackson, my villain holds a special place in my heart. 

Here's the blurb...

One woman…two men. Who will she choose? The father or the son?

Lilli Daniels is down on her luck. She's been homeless, hungry and alone for far too long. Everything changes when she meets an intriguing, older stranger.

Successful attorney Jackson Avis maintains complete control of every aspect in his life. When he sets eyes on Lilli he's captivated. He tempts her with a life of privilege and security, introducing her to a world she never knew existed. Complications arise when Jackson's son and aspiring doctor Cameron expresses interest in his father's girlfriend.

Lilli fights the attraction, but Cameron wants to give into his heart. He's the complete opposite of his manipulative father and stops at nothing to protect the woman he's falling in love with.

Sometimes life leads you down one path only to bring you to your true destiny. Can Lilli figure out who her heart belongs to?

Here is how I envisioned the characters. I can't wait for you to meet them.

Cam Lilli Jackson Excerpt

Lilli glanced down at the floor for a few seconds before looking up and giving Jack a small smile. Her long black hair fell down the center of her back and curled slightly at the ends. Her eyes were a most alluring color. Jack couldn’t tell for sure in the dim lighting, but they almost appeared violet. He’d never encountered such a unique woman before. He knew right away a girl like her didn’t belong in a shit-hole like this.

“What would you like?” She looked down at the pad she held and waited for his order.

“For you to have a seat.” He got up, pulled the chair out, and then motioned for her to sit.

“What? No, I can’t. I’m working.”

Jack looked around and noted it wasn’t that busy.

“I think you can sit for a few minutes.” He smiled. “Pat said you should give me what I want.”

“I-I don’t do that.” She shook her head. "Some of the other girls here do, but not me."

“I’m only asking you to sit and I rarely ask twice.” He felt a sense of relief knowing she didn't prostitute herself to the customers in this disgusting place. “Please.”

“Just for a few minutes.” She looked around the bar and then quickly took a seat.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lilli,” he said. “Do you have a last name?”

“I do.” She was too busy looking into his eyes that he thought maybe she forgot to finish answering.

Jack smiled and cleared his throat when he realized she was staring at him.

“Oh, it’s Daniels.”

“I see. What do you do besides work here, Lilli Daniels?”

“I work at the bookstore over at the community college,” she said. “I’m hoping to save enough money to take a few classes there in the fall.”

“It’s only January,” Jack said. “Why wait so long?”

“Classes are expensive.” She nervously fidgeted with the cocktail napkin sitting on the table. “So, what do you do?”

“I’m an attorney. I have my own practice in the city.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting. I’d like to study law someday, too.”

“A pretty ambitious goal.” He teased. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

Well, at least she's legal. But, for a girl working in a strip club trying to save money for school, she seemed awfully naïve. He briefly wondered if it was an act to get men to feel sorry for her. Maybe she knew exactly how to get a bigger tip out of her customers.

“Getting a bit of a late start with school, aren’t you?” Jack asked. “My son is about your age and he's in medical school.”

“My father’s not an attorney.” She ran her fingers through her hair and Jack immediately recognized she was uncomfortable when she mentioned her father. The lawyer in him needed to investigate a little further.

“What does your father do?”

“Are you ready to order?” she said. “I should be getting back to work.”

“Not just yet.” He wondered why she changed the subject so quickly. “I’m curious as to what a girl like you is doing in a place like this.”

“Me, too.” She looked around the dark room. “I fell on some hard times and I’m just trying to get my life back together. It’s honest work.”

“What kind of hard times?” He was trying not to interrogate her, but he wanted to know more about her.

“I can tell you’re a lawyer.” Her full pink lips curved into a smile. Jackson wondered what it would feel like to have her mouth against his. She was probably soft and warm.

“It’s in my nature to ask questions.” He wanted to know more about this beauty.

“Do you always get your answers?”

“I always get everything I want.” He let his eyes wander down her body. She was flawless, but he shouldn't have been entertaining any possibilities at all. But then again, when did he ever let anything stop him from getting what he wanted?

Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out his business card, and handed it to her. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “I have to get back to the office now, but I’ve rather enjoyed your company. If Pat gives you a hard time, please give me a call. I’ll set him straight.” He knew he should leave her alone. He wasn't sure he’d be interested in getting involved with a girl in her situation, but he wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.

She glanced down at the card. “I went to high school with a Cameron Avis.”

“Did you date?” That would be far too amusing.

“Oh, God no.” She laughed. “He was a year older than me, popular, and would never give a girl like me a second glance. I was from the wrong side of the tracks.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hmm.” Jack began to get a clearer picture of who Lilli was.

“I was shy and kept to myself,” she said. “He was gorgeous, smart, and came from money. Definitely not my type."

“Really?” Jack grinned as he got up from the table. “It seems to me I’ll have to have a talk with my son about not recognizing a good thing when he sees it.”

“Oh.”

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