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What I'm Working on this Week

Trying to get back to work. It's working, slowly, especially with a broken finger.

 

Active Writing:

Cereus: Training (co-write with Julia) -- Weed and Feed -- Chugga chugga chugga.

Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher. Playlist is up to 50 songs. Hitting angsty scene #2

Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave

Absinthe (co-write with Julia) -- m/m paranormal sequel to Moonshine. Two new guys showed up -- next book will be titled Cognac.

On hold:

m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one doesn't have a home or a deadline, so it keeps getting pushed back. I need to get this one open, or it's going to die.

 

In edits/rewrites:

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites

 

Next week's plan?

Praying for back to some semblance of normal.

 

Much love, y'all.
BA

What I'm Reading This Week

Been a terrible reading week. I just haven't had any time. :P

I'm reading The Late Night Horror Show by Bryan Smith still.

And I'm working on Alice in Deadland, as well. I'm not 100% sure of this one yet.

I started Steamy Afternoons written by my fellow Sex Goddesses, Brynn Paulin and Isabelle Drake.

Have any of you read Gone Girl? You think I'd like it?

 

Much love, y'all.

BA

Yay Shane and Galen

There's a new Shane and Galen story coming, y'all.

The 18th.

The story is set a number of years after Hurricane and answers the question, what would happen if Shane decided to get ambition?

:D

There's drama, smut, bars, Florida, dogs and boats. Also, Wade is back. ;-)

I'm tickled as hell to share space with Sean, Kiernan and Julia in the anthology and I'm already plotting next year's novella. :D

Wayback Wednesday -- Mates (m/m/f, paranormal, with Sean Michael and Julia Talbot)

Oh, Jamie, Brett and Melody -- these three did it for me. I love writing action/adventure and, more than that, I love old lovers coming back together. *sparkles* These three were very early in my menage writing days and I was fascinated by the dynamic.

Also, Julia's story cracks me up and Sean's story is blisteringly hot. Nummy!

Looking for a world where danger lurks around every corner, where Mates mean three werewolves taking on the world together, and where the men love their girls as much as they do each other? Look no farther than the Mates anthology.

Julia Talbot presents Fur and Phobias, a story about a sweet girl named Abby with a terrible fear of dogs. Aaron thinks he might just be the one to cure her, but he and his lover, Lee, have a secret that may send Abby running for the hills. Can they work together to ease Abby’s fears?

In Sean Michael’s Running with the Wolf, a roving pack of werewolves have made terrible trouble for artist Vicki, who’s been bitten and has no idea what to do about it. Swan and Dibs know what to do, though, and the two boys are determined to help Vicki, whether she wants it or not. Can they show her what it’s like to run with the wolf?

Finally, BA Tortuga presents For Life, Jamie and Brett both know something terrible is about to happen to Melody, and they come back into her life after years spent apart, turning her carefully ordered world upside down. Someone is determined to make them pay for a mistake from the past, but these three are older and wiser now. Can they find a way to stay together?

If you want compelling, hot werewolf stories, Mates is the book for you! Don’t miss it!

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Excerpt:

Jamie shook a little, hands clamping down on hers, the skin wavering a little. She groaned, growled low, her lips parted as she fought to keep her shit together.

Jamie finally just brought her finger up and licked it, tongue scraping across her skin. Oh, that was so not helping.

Her muscles rippled, the world going from bright colors to pure scent and sensation. She could smell male wolf, could feel the air ripple as Jay came with her. Everything became fur and the wild urge to run.

She headbutted him, muzzle sliding against his. Pack. Pack. She’d missed him!

Licking her nose, Jay whined, low in his throat, body bumping against hers. His eyes glowed for her, his teeth closing on her ear gently.

She hopped up on the counter, tugging the meat down onto the floor, barking happily. Eating, then running.

Jay came after her, chasing her tail, his big paws sounding like thunder against her floor. Frannie barked at them from the front room, staying far away. He’d grown. She ducked under his forelegs, scrambling away to steal a chunk of meat, snapping it up happily. Growling, Jay snapped back, trying to take her down, but it was all play. She knew that sound.

He might be bigger, but she was faster, and she zoomed around him, claw skittering on the tile.

They smacked up against the cabinets, slamming against the trashcan, which stopped Jay for just long enough for her to skitter out the doggie door.

She took off like a shot, scrambling across the pasture, muscles burning.

Jay ran right behind her, then beside her, nipping at her ear again. Probably to let her know he was the big male. She threw herself against him, hoping surprise would knock him over if her weight didn’t.

Skidding, Jay barked, tongue lolling in a toothy smile before he caught his balance and headed right back for her.

Damn it. She took off, claws digging into the dirt, chuffing happily as they played.

They were playing king of the hill behind the barn when a brown blur shot past her, knocking Jay off the little knoll he stood on, barking. A sharp yelp sounded, Jay rolling over and over in the dirt.

Her ruff puffed up and she snarled, scrambling to her feet. Her land. Her territory.

HERS.

The big brown male stood over Jay, barking and snarling, snapping his teeth. He never even looked at her. She leapt without thinking, teeth grabbing the brown male’s ruff as she flew by.

He took her right down, slamming her to the ground. Then he closed his teeth on her throat, so gently that she hardly felt it. Like he was family.

She chirruped, sniffing. Eyes going wide.

Brett.

Their Brett.

She scrambled to her feet, staring, panting at the males.

What the hell?

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Available at Torquere Press, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.

Guest Post: Sean Michael

Thanks, BA, for letting me blather about my Jarheads on your blog today.

So my dear Jarheads, the boys who gave me six big novels and countless novellas and short stories, are having their first novel -- Three Day Passes -- come out in hardback from Torquere Press as a part of their 10th anniversary celebrations!

Yes, hardback!

Three Day Passes was the Jarheads' first novel, released as an ebook ten years ago on September 15 (2003). Who knew when that happened that they'd wind up with so many words? Well, I maybe had an inkling as I already had the next novel written and most of the third as well... Ten years later, though, Rock, Rig and Dick are still going strong. They've got a story in this year's Charity Sip Blitz, which benefits Outserve. Flack Jacket Love will be available on September 18, with all royalties being donated to Outserve.

All I have to do is think of them and my trio come to the front of my brain and look hopeful for another chance to be together and screw each others' brains out in a new story. The Jarheads don't actually say "I love you" very often, but those boys know it deep in their souls that they always have pride of place in each others' hearts. There isn't anything -- anything -- that they wouldn't do for each other.

Writing them again is always like coming home.

Sean
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Dog Park

Usually the bassets spend their time outside like this

But on Sundays they come to us like this

And this

And say, "TAKE US TO THE DOG PARK, MOMMIES!"

And we do.

Much love, y'all.

BA

Six Sentence Sunday -- Acts of Kindness

You could put the boy in the army but you couldn't take the cowboy out of him once he got through high school.

Evan had been... well, a lifesaver. The quiet cop had been there every day, pretty and polite, caring and calm and solid as a rock. Russ wasn't sure why Evan had taken to visiting Rowdy, but he'd been doing it well before Russ had shown up. Evan never asked for anything, never acted weird. The man was just a comfort.

He was also hot as hell.

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This is from my short for charity that releases on Wednesday, September 18!

Much love, y'all.

BA

What I Worked on this Week

Been a crappy week for writing, to be honest. Julia's daddy is very, very ill and we're spending a lot of time in the hospital and stressing. :P

 

Active Writing:

Cereus: Training (co-write with Julia) -- Weed and Feed -- they're all in bed together, sharing steak.

Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher. Playlist is up to 50 songs.

Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave

Absinthe (co-write with Julia) -- m/m paranormal sequel to Moonshine. Finally wrangled the plot on this one and it's moving.

On hold:

m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one doesn't have a home or a deadline, so it keeps getting pushed back.

 

In edits/rewrites:

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites

 

Next week's plan?

Actually get a few minutes to write. O.o

 

Much love, y'all.
BA

What I'm Reading This Week

Read Dead Clown Barbecue by Jeff Strand -- totally recommend it, it's an anthology of horror shorts with a lot of humor.

I'm reading The Late Night Horror Show by Bryan Smith right now. It's cracking me up.

(yes, I am waiting impatiently for Doctor Sleep to be released. 18 days. I pre-ordered it in May. *taps foot*). 

I imagine I'm going to have a Joey Hill fest after the Smith novel is read up. 

:D

Much love, y'all.

BA

What's on my Needles

As you all know, I've got the attention span of a gnat on crack, so there are always multiple projects on multiple needles. 

This one? The world's biggest hat. OMG, y'all. It's the hat of hugeness. I'm going to have to find someone with a GIANT HEAD to give it to.

This is Mother's shawl. It's gorgeous and soft and designed to stay on her shoulders without her having to fasten or anything. All the yarn is hand-dyed by JulieSpins and I'm stupid for it.

This is another, super simple shawl that's entire purpose is to highlight the yarn and give me mindless TV knitting.

Lace dishcloth for Julia.

Mitred square blanket. I'll be making this when I'm 80.

What's on the loom right now. :D

Much love, y'all!

BA