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May 31, 2012
Snippets! Sexy Little Surprises
From my other half...well, percentage. (For Qs about JC, visit the FAQ page on either website.)
This comes out next Tuesday.
“I need to stir the food or we’ll be eating burnt curry.”
“Don’t care,” he whispered against her hair.
“I do. Cuz it will be a pain in the ass to clean up the dishes.” She wiggled and pressed against him, easing off the counter.
“Okay, okay.” He sighed and swatted her on the ass. “That was probably the best five minutes I’ve had in…forever. Just so you know. Sorry it was only five minutes, though.”
She grabbed a spoon and working it under the chicken, grimacing as some of it stuck. It wasn’t too bad, though. Dinner could be saved. Over her shoulder, she said, “I’m not…we can just go again after dinner.”
“Good.” He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged her head back. “Or maybe we can go ahead now and just eat it cold.”
A few breathless moments later, she pulled away from him and tugged at his hands. “Can’t. I went without lunch.” She checked the time and said, “It should only be twenty minutes. Then you can have your way with me.”
“Fine…” he groaned and rested his head on her shoulder for a second before moving away.
He lingered long enough to adjust her panties and tug her skirt down and she shivered at the feel of his hands on her thighs. She’d so very much missed having him touch her. She closed her eyes and swallowed around the ache in her throat. She’d missed a lot of things. Having him in here while she cooked dinner. Having him with her. Talking to her.
So many things.
“Maybe you can pour us some wine,” she said quietly. “And then you can give me whatever is in that bag over there.”
“Okay.”
She licked her lips and then added, “I’m afraid I drank part of your anniversary present last night. I bought you some wine but figured I’d enjoy it with Melissa.”
He laughed a little. “I guess that serves me right. What was the other part?”
“Well…the other part, I’ll show you some other day.” * * * * *
Five minutes of hot, brain-blowing sex did not a healed marriage make. As he stood in the bathroom, staring at his haggard reflection, he reminded himself of that.
They had to talk.
They had to fix this marriage.
But first…hell, would it kill them to take a night and just be together? He’d missed that. So much. When had they drifted apart like this? When had he let it happen?
May 30, 2012
Clock is ticking…
Want to help name the kitty? I’m auctioning off the chance to name a cat…yep, a cat, in one of my upcoming FBI Psychic books.
Image © to Ilona Andrews
You can bid on naming the kitty here. The kitty belongs to Tucker, who is probably one of the coolest guys I’ve met in my FBI series. You’ll meet him in The Reunited.
You can bid here…
I’ll be signing at the public book fair with Lori Foster’s event this coming Saturday.
It’s at the Marriott Cincinnati North in West Chester Ohio. The bookfair on Saturday is open to the public. From the event schedule on Lori’s site…
2:00 – 4:00 pm BOOK SIGNING – open to the public
Sponsored by Barnes and Noble: in the hotel, outside the ballroom
May 29, 2012
Please stet the f*ck
I’m still stuck on edits this week. Brain will be dead for a few more days and probably my blog, too.
A funny from my edits… when you want something to be left alone, you mark “STET”
There’s one place where they marked out “fuck”
I made a comment… “Please stet the Fuck”
Interesting blog tour going on this week, and timely, IMO, after the ‘what the hell’ crap on ‘plagriarism’ last week…. I’m not familiar with the blog STACKED, but maybe I should be…they are doing an ‘unconventional blog tour‘ where they talk about things like independence and integrity in blogging… citing your sources… cool stuff. That hard stuff to talk about that a lot of people need to know, but it’s not always wisely discussed.
If you’re a blogger, check it out. I think it will be a nice, balanced approach to things.
In baby bratlet news…
She’s going to be an adrenaline junky.
I got dragged onto this… this sucker is up WAY HIGH in the air.
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She giggled the whole time. (my pic…I took it)
May 28, 2012
Thank you…
Pics taken on my DC trip this spring…
May 27, 2012
Guest blogger… Jess Haines
And she’s on tour… 
STALKING THE OTHERS BLOG TOUR
Stop 2: Shia’s Not Happy
By Jess Haines
Hello there! Jess Haines here. I’m the author of the urban fantasy H&W Investigations series HUNTED BY THE OTHERS, TAKEN BY THE OTHERS, DECEIVED BY THE OTHERS and the upcoming STALKING THE OTHERS.
Shiarra has been having a pretty bad time of things lately. She’s here with some of her friends (and otherwise) to tell you about it. Over to you, Shia!
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Sara: You’ve got a little… uh… eye twitch thing going on over there. You okay?
Shiarra: No.
Royce: She’s been having a stressful month. Perhaps now is not the best time—
Shiarra: Untie me.
Chaz: We can’t do that. You’re being unreasonable, hon—
Shiarra: (*CENSORED*)
Arnold: Wow. I didn’t even know those words were in your vocabulary.
Shiarra: (*CENSORED*)
Chaz: Babe—
Shiarra: (*CENSORED*)
Chaz: Honey—
Shiarra: (*CENSORED*)
Sara: I feel like I’m on the Jerry Springer show.
Chaz: You aren’t helping.
Royce: I’d probably find this immensely entertaining if I had some ear plugs.
Arnold: I can conjure up some popcorn.
Shiarra: Screw you guys. Let me out of here!
Royce: Perhaps if you calmed yourself, Ms. Waynest, we wouldn’t find these measures necessary.
Sara: I don’t really like the vamp, but he’s got a point. You can’t really go around murdering and pillaging across the land. That went out of style with the Vikings.
Arnold: Pillaging never goes out of style.
Chaz: What the hell are you talking about?
Royce: I believe they’re trying to calm the lady down. Perhaps you should take a step back before you worsen matters further, dog.
Chaz: She’s my girl.
Shiarra: Like hell!
Royce: Seems the lady would beg to differ.
Shiarra: I’m not yours, either, fang-boy. I don’t belong to anybody, and as soon as I get out of here, I’m going to destroy you both.
Royce: While I do find the idea of the attempt amusing, I don’t want to see you injure yourself. Let the authorities deal with the mutt.
Chaz: Shut up, worm-bait.
Arnold: Not that I think Chaz is in the right here, but she doesn’t seem too happy with you, either.
Royce: Yes, I’m aware of that.
Sara: So? Doesn’t bother you?
Royce: Why should it? I have an eternity to change her mind.
Shiarra: Yeah, and my eternal answer is no. Always and forever, no.
Royce: Don’t be too sure of that, Ms. Waynest.
Arnold: If you added “I have my ways” into this conversation somehow, the scary vampire image cliché would be complete.
Sara: Oh! Oh! And a little “I vant to suck your blo-o-o-o-d,” too!
Shiarra: …you… really aren’t helping, Sara.
Sara: Sorry, but I’m pulling the best friend privileges card on this one.
Shiarra: Damn it, stop making me miss you. I can’t think straight when I’m hunting if I’m stuck worrying about you, too.
Sara: Sucks to be you. Stop the crazy train and come back.
Royce: Yes, Ms. Waynest. Come back to us. You know it won’t be so terrible to return to me. I can help you.
Chaz: Oh, hell no. She’s not going back to you.
Shiarra: (*CENSORED*) you both! I make my own decisions now. Right now, my plans definitely do not include either of you, other than showing you the pointy end of a stake.
Arnold: Since when did you turn into the Chosen One?
Shiarra: …what?
Arnold: You know. The Slayer. Buffy. Must stake all evil, soulless vampires. That sort of thing.
Shiarra: I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.
Sara: What about me? You left me in the lurch. Parked alone with the vampire, no less.
Shiarra: I’m really sorry. I’ll explain it to you when we have a moment alone.
Royce: Oh, I don’t think so. I’m quite interested in hearing your explanation for your behavior as well.
Shiarra: Bite me.
Arnold: Very poor choice of words, there.
Shiarra: …err.
Chaz: I won’t let him touch you.
Shiarra: You know what? No. I won’t let him touch me.
Chaz: Ha!
Shiarra: And neither will you. Never again.
Chaz: …(*CENSORED*)
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You can learn more about Shiarra and the rest of her friends in HUNTED BY THE OTHERS. For the next stop on the blog tour, be sure to visit the official STALKING THE OTHERS blog tour calendar
You can also visit me on the web:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JessHainesAuthor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Jess_Haines
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/jesshaines
Thanks again for having me and the gang over, Shiloh!
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May 26, 2012
Saturday Snippets…author’s choice!
From Blade Song… since I’m closer to being ready to…well. Stuff. No release date or anything, although I’m pushing for this summer. Not sure of formats, etc yet either. Those are the details I’m still hammering out.
Today’s saturday snippet… author’s choice!
“What’s your range on calling it?” He stood up, still eying the sword. “Are there other weapons or is it just that one?”
As he took a step closer, I lifted her. “Please stay away.”
“I thought we had a truce,” he murmured. A smile tugged at his lips.
If I didn’t know what a bastard he was, I might have almost believed the smile. “Doesn’t mean I want you getting close to me.”
He eyed the sword, then me. “You can’t really hold it like that forever. I can just stand here until you lower it. All I want to do is talk, Kit.”
“I can hold it a lot longer than you might think.” Memories of drills danced through my mind. Fanis had broken the bones in my forearm when I was twelve because my guard got shaky. When the same thing happened at fourteen with a heavier weapon—a battle-axe—she’d broken my right humerus and my collarbone. I knew how to hold my guard, and despite what he thought, I was stronger than humans.
“So you’re going to stand there and have a pissing contest over nothing rather than an answer to a question?” His smile widened and his gaze dropped, staring at my tits as though the close-fitting tank top wasn’t even there. “Okay. I’ll just enjoy the view.”
Hissing, I lowered the blade and spun away.
Spying a T-shirt thrown over a nearby chair, I grabbed it and stalked over to my bed. Once more, I kept it between us as I put the blade down. “Take it again, and I’ll just call it back,” I said flatly, jerking the T-shirt on over my head.
I didn’t even have time to gasp for a breath.
He was right there.
A hand on my neck held me in place. Swearing, I flexed my wrist. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice gruff. “I’m not…”
I tensed as I felt his hand catch the hem of the shirt I’d pulled on.
“What in the holy hell happened to your back?”
I clenched one hand into a fist. Closing my eyes, I just stood there.
Seconds ticked away, bled into minutes.
He didn’t ask again.
Finally, he let go.
I didn’t open my eyes again until I heard the door close behind him.
I didn’t move for a good ten minutes. I wasn’t sure if I could. If I moved, I just might shatter.
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Delilah Devlin
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Zoë Archer
Lauren Dane
May 25, 2012
Sexy Little Surprises.. my first book…sorta…
Under my new name, that is. If you missed my post, I’m going to be writing my shorter contemporaries and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
No, they aren’t any other pen names. Yes, it was kind of necessary. The J.C. Daniels site is here…and for the curious, it’s just a play of the names of some people very important to me.
Excerpt!
Alexis wondered if he knew what to make of the book.
She sort of doubted it.
He hadn’t even realized the card’s quote had been from Ovid, a classical poet who Alexis had very much adored.
Ah, hapless me, Love’s arrow did but all too surely find its mark. On fire am I, and Love, and none but Love now rules my heart that ne’er was slave till now.
It had almost made her tear up that year when he’d given her an old-fashioned valentine with a quote from one of the world’s classic poet’s.
Sighing, she stood at the stove and stared at the clock.
It was almost six.
She didn’t know why she was bothering with dinner.
It wasn’t like he’d be home before seven or eight.
But—
Front door, the alarm system chimed. Disarm system now.
Startled, she glanced up and moved away from the stove, drying her hands off on one of the towels.
When she saw him there, striding down the hall toward her, it almost hit her like a fist.
Swallowing, she turned back to the stove.
A minute, damn it.
She needed a minute.
Her hands shouldn’t be shaking like this.
Read the rest at J.C.’s site…
May 24, 2012
So… some sorta bad news about Beautiful Scars
I’d initially posted this title was going to be coming out soon from Forever Romance/Grand Central, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.
Sometimes, when it comes down to contracts, you can’t quite get the odds and ends to line up.
That’s basically where we are at. The stars just aren’t aligning up for both sides the way we need them to, so we’re going going to have to have to just let it go.
I do plan on getting the book out for readers and when I have an idea on just how that will work out, I’ll let you know.
May 23, 2012
A rather lovely post about the Hunter books…and Netgalley news
May 22, 2012
An open letter to The Story Siren
I’m sending this to you (can’t find your email…) posting it to your blog and posting here…hopefully, you’ll see it and I hope you realize I’m not trying to attack you. Personally, I have no problem with you. I don’t know you and I can’t have a personal problem with you, aside from the fact that you did exercise some seriously questionable ethics and you’ve yet to take full accountability for it.
And that’s mostly what I want to talk about…accountability.
You’ve got people on your blog…mostly your loyal followers, I’m going to assume, who claim ‘nobody likes to take accountability’ or ‘admit they were wrong’ and ‘it’s human nature’ *that comment is gone, it appears*… oh, and ‘Kristi addressed everything she needed to address.’
No. Nobody likes to take accountability, but true leaders will, and true leaders do. That is what separates a strong person from a weak one, what separates a champion from a chump.
You’ve yet to do it.
By taking full accountability, you simply do this… you admit, without excuses… I was wrong. I screwed up and nobody made me do it. .
Until you do it, and stop making excuses… I don’t know how it happened…. and I was under a lot of pressure… ah… I’ve written over 60 books since 2003, I have three kids and I blog. I’ve managed to do my job without stealing anybody’s work or their words.
You made the decision to do it, for whatever reasons, now you need to face the consequences. Are they harsh? Yes.
But you are in a unique position…the position where a lot of people look up to you. Do you want to be a weak leader? Pass it off as… these things happen giggle… I’ll do some educational posts on it and everybody will love me again. .
Or do you want to come off as a woman who has learned from her mistake, somebody who wants to make an improvement, and teach others? A real leader? Are you trying to be a champion? Or do you just want the people who already like you to keep gushing?
The people you’ve alienated aren’t going to be impressed by what you’re doing and the people who already follow you just don’t care. For some reason, the fact that you stole doesn’t bother some of them.
They aren’t all that bothered by the fact that you stole.
Think about the message there…how disturbing is that? Is that supposed to be okay?
A real leader would say no. So I have to ask myself… do you want to be popular? Or do you want to be a real leader?
You could turn this around and say guys… instead of getting angry at the people who are angry with me…listen to what they are saying. Because they have every right.
And they do. You didn’t just hurt the people you stole from. You deceived fellow bloggers who liked you. You deceived those who’d started blogging because of you. You blogged about how plagiarism was wrong, then you do it…and you deleted those posts speaking out against plagiarism.
You were deceptive.
You can’t change this, but you can fix it, going forward. If you’re trying to re-establish the position you had, it’s a possibility, but not with the route you’re taking.
Because until you take full accountability, without exceptions, without excuses, what you’re doing is meaningless.
Because while your loyal followers attack those who spoke out, and you sit silently by, you give silent permission to bully and harass. In case you weren’t aware…yes, there were attacks. Bullying emails sent to a number of the bloggers who spoke out.
Because while you moderate those who attempt to speak their minds…you’re making this about you. You are just window-dressing. You’re not trying to change or improve. You’re trying to win your popularity back.
Because until you apologize, full stop… I am sorry no excuses, no rationalizations… all of this is empty. It makes it about you.
Your followers may see it otherwise…but are they the ones you’re trying to re-establish yourself with? They are already here.
Or are you trying to fix the bonds you broke? If you’re trying to fix the bonds you broke, you need to re-evaluate.
Again… I am not trying to be mean, and I am not trying to be harsh. But I’ve never set myself out to be ‘popular’. I speak my mind and I try to be fair, I try to not to be unkind.
But sometimes, the truth just is harsh.
The internet doesn’t forget things…I can remember things that happened in blogland/romanceland 5, 6, 9 years ago. Authors, readers, reviewers…bloggers. There are going to be people…a lot of them who look back and talk about the big YA blogger who plagiarized. Do you want that to be what you’re known for? Or do you want to make a change and show people that you can actually be more than that?
