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February 17, 2013
Six Sentence Sunday -- Catnip Crazy (m/m/f paranormal)
He let his mind wander, let his imagination remember the information he’d seen on the Internet. Channing, lean and blond and lovely, bound in leather, bare ass criss-crossed with blows. He’d had to fight a fit of anger and hurt the first time he’d seen it. That was supposed to be his job, after all, beating that ass rosy.
Then Bowie had decided he was grateful. Now he could find Channing and show the man what a really good beating felt like.
***
;-)
Much love, y'all.
BA
February 16, 2013
What I Worked on this Week
Active writing (this week the same as last):Tag Team: Fais Do Do -- m/m novel. The Terms of Release -- m/m novel. This one is eating my brain.Hammer and Tongs -- m/m Western. m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one's still on hold until J and I hit some deadlines.Catnipped (working title) -- m/m/f shifters, bdsm.
Started a paranormal short for an anthology. :D In edits/rewrites:The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty -- still waiting. O.oNext up:Same old, same old. ;-)Much love, y'all.BA
February 15, 2013
Valentine's Day Recap and Reading this Week
Hey y'all.
Had a wonderful day yesterday with my girl. We went to our favorite place for breakfast, drove around enjoying the beautiful spring day and listening to Tim McGraw's new album, then came home. Made lasagna for supper and knitted swatches for the new sweaters we're started.
Simple, happy, joyful. A good day. :D
I'm still working on Haunted, reading wise. I did reread Sean Michael's Solitary this week. I'm still looking for a mind-candy bathroom book. I need to go dig one out.
;-)
Any suggestions?
Much love,
BA
February 11, 2013
Flash Fiction: V-Day (Coke and Dillon)
He spent a lot time thinking about it, about their first Valentine's day together.
Coke wasn't really all that into flowers and shit, and really, Dillon'd just bitch about getting fat if he handed over chocolate and who needed that?
No. No, that wasn't his style.
Coke walked around the Harley, checking it out. Brand new, shiny, painted the color of Dillon's eyes. He liked it. He fantasized a lot about those muscled thighs spread over a leather seat, leaned forward a little over the handlebars.
Oh.
Oh, whoa.
Okay.
Back up the truck, jack. This wasn't home.
Coke looked at the dude with the leathers and the long beard. "Okay, man. Let's talk money, and don't bullshit me, because I ain't into that. Just tell me what you can do and I'll tell you whether I want to do it."
He had a Valentine's present to deliver.
Maybe he'd put a card in the saddlebags.
***
Much love, y'all.
BA
February 10, 2013
Six Sentence Sunday -- Hammer and Tongs (m/m, Western)
“So tight, lad.”
“I-- Asa? I’m a little scared.” It took everything in him to admit it.
“New things are frightening, especially when they’re big as this.” Asa’s hands slid over his skin, soothing him.
“Yes.”
***
This week's 6 Sentences are from my WIP, Hammer and Tonys. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
February 9, 2013
What I Worked on this Week
Active writing (this week the same as last): Tag Team: Fais Do Do -- m/m novel. The Terms of Release -- m/m novel. This one is eating my brain. Hammer and Tongs -- m/m Western. m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one's still on hold until J and I hit some deadlines. Catnipped (working title) -- m/m/f shifters, bdsm. In edits/rewrites: The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty -- still waiting. O.o Next up: I need to do a short for Masks Off, Too. ;-) Much love, y'all. BA
February 8, 2013
What I Read This Week
It hasn't been a huge reading week for me.
I reread Gravity by Sean Michael. Still makes me cry.
And then, Forged, because Jeremy and Simon make me happy.
Last night I started Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk, and I'm enjoying it.
February 7, 2013
Springtime and Texas
Oh, y'all. You should be here. It's 80 degrees, sunny. I'm planning to spend the weekend gardening and playing in the yard.
I want to make some succulent filled bird baths, need to turn over the herb beds and fertilize. New bird feeders, new wind chimes, clean the grill, replace the lightbulbs in the outside lights and redecorate the front porch.
God, most people I've met in my life love autumn best, but me? I'm like my pappy. Spring is my season.
I love the springtime. The birds, the sun, the flowers, the wind. Everything. It's like the world is coming to life and everything is waking back up (and yes, I know, I live in a place where winter goes from Christmas day to Valentine's day at the MOST, but that's a long time. That's 6-8 WHOLE WEEKS of cold.) Not only that, but hello! Rodeo season!
There's nowhere on earth as beautiful in the spring as where I live and it's here, it's time.
I'm so ready. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
February 6, 2013
Terms of Release Playlist :D
OMG, y'all. I'm writing an ex-con and a cop and they're intense as all get out.
O.o
Here's Sage and Win's playlist:
A Modern Day Prodigal Son by Brantley Gilbert
Landslide (Acoustic) by Fleetwood Mac
Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra
Bruises by Train and Ashley Monroe
Number 37405 by Tim McGraw
Blackbird by Sarah Darling
Whataya Want from Me (Live) by Adam Lambert
Merry Go 'Round by Kacey Musgraves
Mississippi by Mac Powell
Two Lanes of Freedom by Tim McGraw
Wild World by Collin McLoughlin
Don't Give Up on Me by Jason Aldean
Speed of the Sound of Loneliness by Nanci Griffith
Hard to Love by Lee Brice
Ships that Don't Come In by Joe Diffie
The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw
El Cerrito Place by Charlie Robison
The Cowboy Rides Away by George Strait
Til I Can Make It On My Own by Tammy Wynette
Rainy Night in Georgia by Chris Young
Aces by Suzy Bogguss
Gravity by Sara Bareilles
Til My Last Day by Justin Moore
Something That Wild by Chris Cagle
So You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore by Alan Jackson
That's When You Know It's Over by Lee Brice
Sail On by Lionel Richie
Leather and Lace by Elizabeth Cook & Aaron Watson
Homeboy by Eric Church
St. Christoper by Texas Renegade
February 4, 2013
Mr. Unlucky
Hey, y'all! Did you see that I have a new m/f book out?
No, really. :D
Bodie and Addie appeared one afternoon and then, suddenly a month later, I had them in a neat little hot package. Cowboys, kidnapping, guns, hot sex, beer, a twin, horses, and two gay daddies.
What more could you want?
Official type blurb: Cowboy Bodie might be unlucky in love, having lost not one but two fiancées in his life. When he meets Addie, though, he knows he’s found a special girl, and he thinks he might be willing to take one more chance with his wounded heart.Addie has been in war-torn parts of the world and is on the rebound from a bad relationship. When she comes home to East Texas, all she wants is to relax and enjoy life for a bit. Then she sees Bodie, and she thinks he’s the hottest thing she’s ever cast her eyes on. She’s willing to put in the time and effort to convince Bodie that his luck has changed.
Between Bodie's past, Addie’s ex, and the meddling of an entire small town, Bodie and Addie have a lot to work through if they want to go from just friends with benefits to something more serious. Can Mr. Unlucky and Miss Good Times find a way to make it work?
Excerpt:
“Did you know frowning that deep will give you wrinkles?”
Bodie started a little, then turned to glance behind him before looking back at her and raising one almost-black brow. “You talkin’ to me, honey?”
“I most definitely am.”
He was long and lean, with leather-tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Hoo, yeah. She was so talking to him.
His frown shifted into a smile, which gave him even better lines. “Well, then, I got to tell you, no one has cared about my lines in years.”
Those pretty blue eyes were checking her out, though, making her blood pump faster.
“Too bad. That sounds like an incredible waste of one hell of a mouth.” Why pretend to be shy? Addie knew being the retiring type was not one of her failings, so to force it now would be silly.
The smile lines got deeper, the expression reaching his eyes. Gracious. That was lethal. “Thank you, ma’am. Whatcha drinkin’?”
“Shiner,” she said, and winked. “I’m back in Texas. Might as well have the good beer.”
From Guatamala to Ghana, Moscow to Mozambique. She’d been and done it all. Now she wanted home and spring and bluebonnets and hot cowboys in her bed.
“Cool. Another Shiner for the lady, Carl.”
Carl, a skinny old cowboy with a three-inch lift in his left boot, nodded, staring at her with wide eyes. Obviously, he expected her to drop dead on the spot from talking to Bodie. When she didn’t, he grinned, the look pure shit-dipped evil. “Lord, that ain’t no lady. That’s Chris and Brandt’s youngest girl, Addison.”
Oh, she hated to be called by that name. She rolled her eyes, rubbed the bridge of her nose with her middle finger, then turned back to Bodie. “Addie. Thanks for the beer, cowboy.”
She let herself look, obvious and slow, admiring all the way along.
“Not a problem. Have a sit.” He motioned at the stool next to him, and she wasted no time plopping down.
“So, tell me something odd about yourself. Something I couldn’t guess.”
“I like cotton candy.” He grinned again before taking a swallow of his beer, his tanned throat working in an addictive way. “What about you?”
“I’m a wildcat in bed.”
