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DEAR@pinterest. YOU SUCK. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MESS UP A GOOD THING.

Sigh.  I just had to do something painful.  Anybody who follows me on twitter will understand just how painful.  I'm a pinterest addict.  And I just...deleted...MOST of my boards.

I've always tried to be careful with my pinterest boards.

One of my favorite sites for inspiration is deviantart, but I steer clear of there in in general and usually don't repin anything without checking to make sure the creator is okay with it, because many of the artists sell their work.  Since they sell their work, they likely aren't fond of having it distributed for free.  I try to be conscious of this.

Other things, like recipes from recipes sites, images from IMDB, etc, I believed that as long as the source was credited, I was okay.

Then I read this... (via bizjournals.com)

As usual, the devil is in the details. Today, the 'details' are Pinterest operator Cold Brew Labs' terms of service. And by 'devil' I mean the following two excerpts:

By making available any Member Content through the Site, Application or Services, you hereby grant to Cold Brew Labs a worldwide, irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, royalty-free license, with the right to sublicense, to use, copy, adapt, modify, distribute, license, sell, transfer, publicly display, publicly perform, transmit, stream, broadcast, access, view, and otherwise exploit such Member Content only on, through or by means of the Site, Application or Services

I don't like this.  Legally, I'm not entirely sure what all of this boils down to, but I do know I can't be telling them I've got the right to tell them they can resell something I post there.  I don't own it unless I've taken the picture.  I credit the source.  I didn't realize they planned on selling shit.

I've removed the majority of my boards for now.  The ones that remain are things like quotes, book covers, recipes that I've repinned and I may shut that one down and just repin from actual cook/recipe sources on pinterest.   I figure if they are posting the recipes, they don't mind if it's repinned.

I might look for more artists to follow, I don't know.  But I just have one thing to say to pinterst.

YOU SUCK.  Why do you have to mess up a good thing?

Cartoon from http://sofiasideas.com

Snippets!

Just a week from tomorrow...

 

Staring at her averted face, Law tried to figure out just in the hell she wanted him to say—what she wanted him to do.  Would she be happier if he just told her to shove her apology?

Hell.  This wasn't familiar territory.

Looking away, he rubbed the back of his neck.  "Look, I just…"  Her gold eyes cut his way and he blew out a breath, struggling to find something, anything to say.  "Would you feel better if I told you to just fuck off?"

To his surprise, a faint smile appeared on her face, tugging up the corners of her mouth for the briefest seconds before dying.  "I don't know if I'd feel better, but it seems a lot more plausible than you telling me 'okay'.  I know I sure as hell wouldn't be saying okay to somebody who pulled the crap I had."

"Maybe you'd surprise yourself," he said softly.  If she'd seen the way she looked…And damn it, he needed to quit thinking about that.  Like now.  Although really, it wasn't that much better to think about how she looked now, either.  Even with that irritated look on her face, there was something so damn appealing about her.

"I don't think so."  She shook her head.  "I rarely surprise myself."  Then she sighed and flicked her fingers through her hair.  "I have to go. I'd say it was a pleasure seeing you but…well."

"You'd be lying," he finished.  "How about interesting?  I can't say it's ever been not interesting."

"Well, seeing as how you've met me all of twice."  The smile on her face now was a real one, at least.

He tucked the memory of it inside his mind as he watched her walk away.  He also lingered long enough to enjoy the view…hell, he was a guy, and it was too nice of a view to not watch it.

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Saturday Snippets…

FYI, this is an UF I wrote and I have no idea what I'm doing with it.  I'm hoping to sell it but this is a new genre for me so it's kind of up in the air and I'm not saying anything else about it, either. O.o

I'm supposed to post something romantic.  For the guy in this...this is about as romantic as he gets.

His mouth brushed over mine as he whispered, "You stood by the body of a dead kid, a wolf you didn't know and I saw the grief in your eyes and it gutted me.  You had no reason to care, but you did.  I knew, then, even if the Alpha wasn't issuing threats you would have done everything you had to do to find Doyle...that was when I really started to slip.  But I'd already done the damage and I couldn't undo it, could I?"

Reaching up, I laid my hand over his.  "If you couldn't undo the damage, pal, you wouldn't be in bed with me."

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The Friday 56… the next #Grimm

From Grimm Tidings

"What are you thinking?" he asked, lifting the hand on he'd laid on his belly and placing it on her thigh.

"Wondering just what to do about the fact that you're in my bed."

Black brows arched over his eyes. A smile slashed across his face and if she wasn't mistaken, she would have sworn it was just a little wicked. "Just what do you want to do about the fact that I'm in your bed?"

Her breath caught in her chest and her heart started to race. Well, there were all sorts of things she wanted to do. But whether or not she should do it… Rolling to her knees, she went to all fours next to him, peering down at him. "Since it's a dream, I can do whatever I want, I guess, right?"

"If it's your dream, I'd say that would be how it works."

(It's open on my PC cuz I'm editing, so it's pretty darn handy)

About the Friday 56

Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

 

IF YOU KNOW HER…snippets.

It's about time to start teasing...ah.  Sharing snippets.

Keep in mind, guys, this trilogy works best when read in order.  No major spoilers in the snippet, though.  Maybe a minor one or two. Snippet is from my editing copy so it might have typos.

The house was silent…completely and utterly silent, save for the slow, measured sound of Law Reilly's breathing as he lifted the bar up, lowered it, lifted.

Sweat rolled down his brow, along his arms.  He ignored it, focusing on the weighted bar.  Just like he ignored the trembling in his arms—especially in his right.  That arm, still trying to heal from that bad break, didn't seem as strong as it should be, and by the time he was done with the third set of reps, his muscles were quivering, all but begging for a rest.

He ignored them, moved to the next set of exercises, and the next.   It wasn't until he'd worked his body into a numb state of exhaustion that he let himself leave the gym he'd set up in his basement.  On his way down the hall, he passed by a closed door.

Months ago, it had been his office.

Now, it was nothing but unused space.

A while back, he'd finally admitted the obvious and moved his books and everything else out of the room, turning his living room into his office.  Wasn't like he had a lot of company out here anyway.

There was just no way he could work in that room again—that room where a man had died, slowly, painfully.  Although the professional team had gotten the blood out of the floor, although he'd redecorated, even put down a new floor, he couldn't look at the room without seeing it the way it had been that night.  Without seeing the blood.

Shit, there were days when he didn't even wanted to live in this house—it wasn't just the office, but the house.  But Law wasn't about to give in to that—wouldn't let the bastard win that battle.

He'd keep his damn house, but the office…no.  He wasn't fighting that one. He couldn't stand to go in there—even though it no longer looked anything like it had looked all those months ago.  Law still couldn't look at that room without seeing blood.

Without remembering how a guy he'd known in elementary school had killed a cop in there, then tried to kill Law, and Hope.  Shit, there were days when he thought if he had any sense at all, he would tear this damn house down, build a new one.

Screw tearing it down—burn it, and salt the earth, make sure no demons from the past could rise to haunt them.  Then he'd move to Fiji, buy a shack on the beach and write from there.

But he was too fucking stubborn to do that.  Too stubborn, too determined.

And he knew the demons would still be there anyway.

The demons lived in his memories, not in the house, not in the earth.  He couldn't eradicate them from his memory, so he'd just have to deal with them, live with them.

Those memories weren't going to win, damn it.  They weren't.

Joe was dead, Hope was safe and she was happier than she'd ever been in her life.  It was over.  Completely over.

He'd just started up the steps when the phone rang.

His muscles turned to lead as he turned to stare. It was late.  There had been a time when late calls wouldn't faze him but after the past year, it was hard to ignore the dread creeping through him.  Hard to ignore the worry, the fear.

Not too many people would be calling him.  Not too many people had his number.  Hope and Remy.  Lena and Ezra.  His agent. A few friends.  That was about it—and none of them would call him this late unless it was an emergency.

Scowling, he moved to the phone, stared at the caller ID.

Virginia.  Did he know anybody in Virginia?

The machine picked up and he stood there, dumbly, as a voice rolled out.  Low and smooth, soft and sexy as black velvet draped over a woman's nude body.

"Hello.  I'm…looking for Law Reilly.  My name is Nia Hollister.  I…ah, we met a few months ago…"

Yeah.  He hadn't forgotten.  They'd met the day she accused him of killing her cousin.  The day she'd punched him, drawn a gun on him—not exactly the sort of woman a guy was going to forget.

Without realizing what he was doing, he reached for the phone.

"Hello."

"Ahh…Mr. Reilly?"

He just waited.

"Ah…hello.  This…okay, this is awkward.  My name is Nia Hollister.  We met a few months ago—"

"I remember."  Short, silken, dark hair.  Big gold eyes.  A mouth that he would have given his right arm to taste.  Long legs.  Attitude.  Grief.    And a gun…mustn't forget that gun, or the fact that she'd come onto his property ready to kill him, and Hope, if she'd decided they had something to do with her cousin's death.

Stupid, he knew, being that hung up on a woman with that kind of reckless disregard.  But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop thinking about her, even months later.

Even now he found himself wondering what that mouth of hers would feel like pressed against his.  How she would taste.  How she would feel if he pressed her up against a wall, then pressed himself against her…

"Yeah. For some reason, that doesn't surprise me," Nia muttered, her voice low and soft.  Then she cleared her throat.  "Look, I'm sorry to be calling so late.  I just wanted to…well…"

Her voice trailed off.

Law cocked a brow and leaned back against the wall.  "You wanted to what?" he asked when her silence stretched from a few seconds into nearly a minute.

"I…shit.  Has anything else, um, weird happened in Ash since well, you know, that shithead died?"

"Weird."  Law ran his tongue along his teeth and tried to get his brain to think about something beyond the physical images.  But he wasn't having much luck.  "Define weird."

She muttered under her breath and then abruptly said, "You know what?  Forget it."

And just like that, she hung up.

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Final stop on Curves and Qs blog hop…

Want to get in on it?  It will be open for a few days, so make sure you visit everybody!

Today we're at Under The Covers

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Memorable Valentines?

Happy Valentine's Day... or as I saw somebody posted on twitter (can't remember who, sorry!) if you're single...Happy Singles Awareness Day!

So...I did this once before and it was fun.

Let's have a contest.  What's your most memorable Valentines memory?  I've always had some pretty good Valentine's Day.  Good guy, good kids...I tend to buy presents for the kids, as well as him, since I'm completely in love with them and him.

Today I received a bottle of mango rum, some lovely red roses and some dark chocolate. #heart

I can't think of any bad Valentine days.  I've had good ones, but I think one of my favorites was when he had a dozen red roses sent to me when I was still working at the doctor's office.  It was a lovely, unexpected surprise-I'd never had flowers sent to me at work.

So what's your most memorable?  Good, bad, doesn't matter.  Just memorable.  Post your experience.  I'll draw one name to receive a prize...not sure what because this is totally last minute.  It might be a book, it might be a GC.  Shoot, I might mix up an iTunes playlist of the music I've been listening to lately or I might hit my favorite candy store and send you some goodies.

So...cost of prize is yet to be determined.  Void where prohibited.  Open across the globe. Do not post to sweepstakes sites.  Odds of winning depend on number of entries.  Winner will be posted here as means of notification, probably by the end of the week, meaning you have to check back to see if you've won.  I do not email the winners.  Read my disclaimer for the rest of the rules. **FYI, entering means you've read it and agree to it.

Now...what's your most memorable Valentine memory?

Randomosity…

Just a reminder...if you've read either IF YOU SEE HER  or IF YOU HEAR HER, all you have to do is post a review on BN, Amazon or Goodreads and you can enter for a chance to win an ARC of HUNTER'S FALL. FYI, this may be the only giveaway I do here-I had to get my own ARCs made, so if you want get in on it, here you go.

Up at Spaz's blog today for the blog hop.  :)

Last week, well, sorta... between 2.3 and 2.10, I wrote a book.  It was 5k when I looked at it on 2.3.  And on Friday, 2.10, when I wrote the last wrote, it was over 75k.  Then I went back on Saturday and Sunday and added another 10k.  It's now done.

It's urban fantasy, the first non-romance I've done since a short story project.  It has a romance aspect, but it's nowhere near key to it and there is no HEA.  I'm pretty damn pleased with that, actually.  The book just about ate my brain-I was writing, on average, 10k a day, which can average to about 45-50 pages.

I'm not going to talk much about it, but it's with my agent.  I'm hopeful.  Wish me luck.  It could possibly be a series, and I have ideas, even enough to do a synopsis on book 2, and the start of book 3.

Wish me luck and say prayers... this is the sorta thing I've wanted to do for ages.

Heh. Saturday Snippets… all about cold places

And this one?  Set in Alaska.  It gets damn cold there.

From Stolen

Having a minor mental meltdown over my personal appearance…you know, girl stuff, she thought. She was definitely entitled to a major freak-out over what was going on with her career.  And she was female; she didn't have minor, or major, meltdowns over her appearance, ever.  She should be entitled to them, every now and then.  This was her time.

"I need to talk to you," he said quietly.

Shay arched an eyebrow.  "Really.  And here I was thinking you drove up from Earth's End at eight o'clock just because you had nothing better to do."

A faint grin slanted his mouth.  "You really are a smart ass," he murmured.

"One of my finer qualities," she murmured, stepping aside to let him enter.  She shut the door behind him, shivering as a wicked burst of cold air came slicing through.  Wrapping her arms around herself, she turned to face him.

He was slipping out of his parka and she felt her mouth go dry as she watched his sweater stretch over his shoulders.  Man, she loved those shoulders...she'd always loved those shoulders...For some reason, looking at him managed to stir the hormones she was able to ignore at any other time.

Why was it she'd managed to go most of her adult life without feeling these pangs of lust and need, but whenever he was around, they were about all she felt?  Made it even harder to think.

As he turned back around to face her, she forced herself to look away, staring at her feet so he wouldn't see anything all those things she didn't want him seeing—he'd always seen too much.  That had been one of the problems.

 

Incidentally?... Stolen is now up from PREORDER at Amazon.  No other info is available yet, but it's a romantic suspense.

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