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October 14, 2013
Playing with Photoshop
I think I fell in love with Ronin all over again this weekend... Looking back through quotes people have told me they like, looking for images that seemed to fit. Of course, perv that I am, I think the last one is my very favorite... *sigh*
October 7, 2013
Little Conversations & $10 Gift Card giveaway!
Hello Everyone! FYI... I'm doing a Rafflecopter to give away some free kindle, epub, and PDFs of Little Conversations and a $10 Amazon Gift Card. Easy to win... just be my friend! Follow me on Twitter, 'like' my author page, and share pics of hot guys with me on my personal Facebook page. :)
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And, if you read and liked Little Conversations, tell your friends!
http://bit.ly/1fcV3Nw
And, if you read and liked Little Conversations, tell your friends!
September 27, 2013
Little Conversations is up for Book of the Month
Hi everyone! Little Conversations is up for Book of the Month on the Fifty Shades Support Group! SO GO VOTE!!! Yay! Also up are a couple of my lovely smut sisters, Adriane Leigh and Jill Patten!
September 26, 2013
The sweet small of fall in Montana...
Yesterday evening as I got home from work, I caught a whiff of someone's woodstove in the air, and the wheels started turning. Ended up writing in bed until 11:00 on my iPhone with images of snowy mountains, fireplaces, and Henry dancing in my head...
September 22, 2013
Emotional Abuse
Abuse, be it emotional or physical, is a funny thing. Not ‘ha ha’ funny, mind you, but the way it can twist your mind is surreal. If you’ve never lived it, you may not get it. In Little Conversations, Devin’s struggle is more than just trying to get over a first love. It is finding her way out of the darkness Jake has wrapped around her. It is easy for anyone to say they would never let someone treat them that way, but there are reasons people can’t escape it. It starts out slowly, stealthily twisting and burrowing into your soul until you feel completely worthless. I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad that some readers may not get Devin’s battered psyche. I’m bummed that they may not connect with this story, yet I’m thankful that they have never suffered through an emotionally abusive situation like Devin’s.
September 21, 2013
Ronin? Um... FUCK YEAH!
Ooooh... this could so be Ronin. The closely cropped hair, the bottle of beer, the aviator shades, the little white towel. Mmmmm.....
September 19, 2013
::: THUD :::
Oh my holy jeez... Jesus Jared covering Rhianna's Stay I think I need new panties now...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjouXX...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjouXX...
September 11, 2013
September 10, 2013
It's time to Do or Die
The clock is ticking... Hope to have Little Conversations finished up tonight, tomorrow at the very, VERY latest and then I'll click the little button to release it to the world. OMG OMG OMG! I'm nervous and jittery and all kinds of freaking out right now. I hope so bad that you all love Ronin as much as I do!
Give me strength, Jared!!! Time to Do or Die!
Give me strength, Jared!!! Time to Do or Die!
September 5, 2013
Almost there!!!!
Hoping to have Little Conversations uploaded one week from today... Still a lot of work to do, but just thought I'd share the newly added prologue! :)
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Prologue
The seagulls flocked along the sandy beach, their cries echoing along the bluffs overlooking the ocean. Tide was coming in, and the pounding surf swallowed some of their mournful resonance as fingers of water reached out to grasp their little birdie feet. With a nimble dance between the waves, they picked through the kelp strewn about on the sand below. In the distance, far out beyond the tumbling surf, a faint occasional whale spout would shoot upwards from the horizon as the pod of blue whales headed up the coast. Heavy, drab clouds somberly gave rise to the thick, salty-gray air.
So far away from Montana. Away from him.
It had been two weeks since she’d seen him. The light dancing in his hazel eyes. His heart-stopping, teasing smile. The soft caress of his voice as he breathlessly whispered her name… Dev.
Two weeks since she’d touched him. Since she’d been enveloped in his strong arms, safe and protected. Since she’d been lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart.
Devin once again felt the tears prick at her eyes. What the fuck was she going to do now?
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Prologue
The seagulls flocked along the sandy beach, their cries echoing along the bluffs overlooking the ocean. Tide was coming in, and the pounding surf swallowed some of their mournful resonance as fingers of water reached out to grasp their little birdie feet. With a nimble dance between the waves, they picked through the kelp strewn about on the sand below. In the distance, far out beyond the tumbling surf, a faint occasional whale spout would shoot upwards from the horizon as the pod of blue whales headed up the coast. Heavy, drab clouds somberly gave rise to the thick, salty-gray air.
So far away from Montana. Away from him.
It had been two weeks since she’d seen him. The light dancing in his hazel eyes. His heart-stopping, teasing smile. The soft caress of his voice as he breathlessly whispered her name… Dev.
Two weeks since she’d touched him. Since she’d been enveloped in his strong arms, safe and protected. Since she’d been lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart.
Devin once again felt the tears prick at her eyes. What the fuck was she going to do now?
