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Music Monday – Two Shots

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It’s #MusicMonday and I’ve been doing dayjob work non-stop since last week (literally, did it all weekend as well and flew to Atlanta yesterday for more work stuff) and so I’ve barely come up for air. The only good news is that whether I’m doing day job work or authory work, I’m always listening to music, and I listened to ‘Two Shots’ by Cross My Heart Hope To Die (yes, that is the band name) and remembered just how much I like this song. The whole of it is just fantastic. Feisty, fun lyrics that remind me of Camille from my Dangerous Games series, a great beat, fun rhythms, and overall just a blast to listen to. I hope all of you enjoy it too, and I promise I’ll be around more later this week.

Favorite Lyrics

Yeah,

See me, I be all I want to be.

You, fuck you, take it all from me.

Abuse, you do, do it all to me,

do it all to me, give it to me.

You see, I’m free

you ain’t running me.

You lose, no matter what you do to me.

Yeah, you used me up,

do it all to me,

do it all to me,

give it to me.

I hope you feel good,

when you’re breaking me down,

when you’re running me baby,

running me right down to the ground.

Give me your best shot,

give me all you can.

I want it all,

yeah, you the fucking man.

I got two shots, and I’m knocking at your door,

got a bullet with your name to put your brain upon the floor.

Two shots, and I’m knocking at your door.

You can run away and hide, but I will find out where you are.

A piece of me, stuck inside of you,

I leave, you bleed, ain’t nothing left to do.

I need to feel, you get it all from me,

I’m gonna give it all to you,

cause you gave it all to me.

I’ll be ok, once you’ve gone away.

Cause I hate you so much I cant fucking see.

Yeah you shoved me down,

burned me out,

you ran your mouth,

well I’m laughin’ now.

Cause I hope you feel good,

when you’re breaking me down.

when you’re running me baby,

running me right down to the ground.

give me your best shot,

give me all you can.

I want it all.

Yeah, you the fucking man.

I got two shots, and I’m knocking at your door,

got a bullet with your name to put your brain upon the floor.

Two shots, and I’m knocking at your door.

You can run away and hide, but I will find out where you are.

‘Two Shots’ by Cross My Heart Hope To Die

Thankful Thursday

It’s been a pretty rough week in my neck of the woods and so today’s Thankful Thursday is arriving a little late, lovelies. I do hope that he still brings a smile to your face! I have to travel again for work next week, but I’m hoping that’s going to give me some time to write in the evenings, because I know it’s been a bit since my last release but I am working on something that I hope you’ll all be excited about AND love. I promise it will come out eventually!

Until then we can all say thank you to Armani for this lovely ad…

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Draekon Mate’ by Lee Savino & Lili Zander!

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Lovelieeessss! I am so excited to share this exciting new release with all of you, because it has two wonderful people working together to put out a kinky, sexy new dragon-shifter menage romance! YES! You read that correctly… dragons! shifters! menage-a-trois! But, really, would you expect any less from Tara Crescent (writing as Lili Zander) who is basically the queen of menage romance, combining forces with Lee Savino who writes wolf shifter menage?! This was clearly written in the threesome stars. Check it out!

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Draekon Mate (Exiled to the Prison Planet)

Crashed spaceship. Prison planet. Snarling, lethal predators.

Two big, hulking, bronzed aliens who turn into dragons.

The best part? The dragons insist   I’m their mate.

The Zorahn wanted women for some kind of super-secret science experiment, and I volunteered. Dumb move, right? But they promised we’d be safe, and they offered a lot of money. Money I needed desperately. 

Of course, everything went wrong.

Our spaceship has crashed on a prison planet, one where the Zorahn exile their most dangerous criminals. My friends are injured. I’m all alone on a jungle planet where everything is designed to kill me.

Then I run into the Draekons. When they see me, they change into dragons and burn the predators threatening me to a crisp. They feed me and care for me, and they keep me safe.

But there’s a catch. The Draekons insist that I’m their mate. And the only way they can shift into dragons again to save my friends? Both of them need to mate with me. At the same time. 

This isn’t the space vacation I thought it would be. 

Draekon Mate is the first book in the new Dragons in Exile series. It’s a full-length, standalone science fiction dragon-shifter MFM menage romance story featuring a snarky human female, and two arrogant aliens that keep her warm, with or without dragon fire. (No M/M) Happily-ever-after guaranteed!

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Teaser

“The creature inside wants to be free, Nyx. It rages at us to mate now, and the pressure’s only going to get worse as time goes on.”

“You’re telling me,” he says slowly, putting the pieces of the puzzle together, “that sooner or later, the dragon will take over.”

I nod heavily. “Sooner or later,” I say, “we’re going to have to mate with her. There is no choice.”

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“Slowly,” Nyx murmurs at my back, steadying me as I sink onto Arax’s waiting rod. There’s a slight burn as my folds give way to his thick girth, but arousal pours through me, slickening my pussy further, drenching his bronze skin. I slide all the way onto him. My womb cramps once, and then he’s seated deep inside me.

“Aida,” Arax breathes, closing his eyes, his face contorting with raw desire.

I know exactly how he feels.

I stay still for a moment, panting with need, letting him fill every inch of my body and my mind. I can’t even contemplate moving. Arax also doesn’t push into me yet, and for that, I am grateful. One thrust and I might shatter, and I want to savor this moment forever.

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Hot, right?! I know you can’t wait to snag a copy of this and let these Draekons set fire to your kindles! Go for it!

Amazon: 1-click now! 

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Want more from Lee Savino and Lili Zander?

Lili Zander is the sci-fi romance loving alter-ego of Tara Crescent. She lives in Toronto. She enjoys reading sci-fi and fantasy, and thinks a great romance makes every book better.

Tara’s website: www.taracrescent.com
Lili’s website: www.lilizander.com
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lili-Zander/e/B01EYKQT3I/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/tara.crescent
Email: taracrescent@gmail.com

Lee Savino is a USA today bestselling author. She’s also a mom and a choco-holic. She’s written a bunch of books—all of them are “smexy” romance. Smexy, as in “smart and sexy.”

Download a free book from www.leesavino.com.

Website: www.leesavino.com
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lee-Savino/e/B00SZB8UG2
Facebook: www.facebook.com/leesavinoauthor

Music Monday – No One’s Here to Sleep

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For #MusicMonday today I have to share ‘No One’s Here to Sleep’ by Naughty Boy (and Bastille and others) and it was something I enjoyed when I first heard it, because it’s got this almost wolf howl from the singers throughout the whole song, and then the theme of the song just makes me fall in love with it. Especially the more eerie lines like “As I rise up through each floor, / shit gets dark and you lose it all. / I can hear it coming, / I can hear the drumming.” SO ominous, and when you pair those lines with the repeated line of “Oh, I can feel them coming for me” with the wolf howls, it just FEELS so cool. Seriously, a well done song. Read the lyrics, scroll down and hit play, and then enjoy the beat, howl at the moon and climb the walls and get shit done, lovelies!

Favorite Lyrics

Every carpet, every floor,

everywhere I look, I fall.

Climbing up the walls,

I’m climbing up the walls.

What goes on behind these doors?

I’ll keep mine and you’ll keep yours.

We all have our secrets,

We all have our secrets.

Behind every door,

is a fall, a fall, and

no one’s here to sleep.

You were always faster than me,

I’ll never catch up with you, with you,

oh, I can feel them coming for me.

And you were always faster than me,

I’ll never catch up with you, with you,

oh, I can feel them coming for me.

Here’s the pride before the fall.

Oh, your eyes, they show it all.

I can see it coming,

I can see it coming.

As I rise up through each floor,

shit gets dark and you lose it all.

I can hear it coming,

I can hear the drumming.

Behind every door,

is a fall, a fall, and

no one’s here to sleep.

‘No One’s Here to Sleep’ by Naughty Boy

Thankful Thursday

It’s #ThankfulThursday lovelies and I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of the amazing birthday wishes, sweet messages, hot pictures, and general fun & games you guys shared with me for my birthday. I’m way behind on responding to everything because the Dom and I went out to dinner last night, but I promise to catch up, and of course I’m bringing you a hottie for the day! He’s got that bad boy thing down, and I love it!

PS – Thanks to everyone who read / commented / shared my blog post about author love. You guys made my birthday fantastic! I ADORE ALL OF YOU!

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What’s the worst thing in the publishing industry? (plus some funny gifs)

 

Well, lovelies, I’ve got my opinion. I was inspired by Amanda Palmer (my favorite musician) to write this stream of consciousness style blog in the same style she writes her own, because I had an amazing opportunity last week to spend lots of time around many of the authors that Blushing has. The publisher ‘Blushing Books‘ added their own author event onto the front end of the RT Conference in Atlanta, and it was probably one of the most refreshing, invigorating events I’ve ever experienced.

And do you want to know why?

It was a ton of authors shoved into spaces together, to spend time together.

Now, let me talk to all of you for a minute on why this is so fucking special. Normally, when authors crawl out of their houses, force themselves out of their mostly introverted shells, it’s for an event to sell books. Which is in bold and underlined print because that’s exactly what it is. We’re supposed to be “on” the entire time. We’re supposed to represent our brand, our publishers, our books, and obviously this also means talking to all of our readers – which we completely love to do… but it leaves very little time for author-on-author chat.

Honestly? It usually leaves no time for honest author-on-author chat.

This does not mean we don’t love events, we do! We absolutely do. There’s nothing more thrilling as an author than getting a message, or meeting a fan, and having them be just as excited about a character or a story as you were. Hell, we spent weeks and/or months of our lives writing those characters/stories into life because we loved them so much. We fucking WANT to talk about them, but…

that’s not everything an author needs.

And, that is what became clear to me last week in Atlanta. So, the rest of this post is really for the authors, but I invite everyone to sit down and read and see things from my (our?) perspective.

So, what’s the worst thing in the publishing industry?

The bullshit.

That’s right, the bullshit. The petty, backstabbing, one-upmanship that makes all of us feel shitty, and sad, and want to crawl back into our introverted holes of anonymity where we never have to put on pants. Because, seriously, why should we put on pants just to be reminded that we’re not as famous / not as monetized / not as popular / not as highly ranked as the next author with their name on a cover? It. Fucking. Sucks.

Pants suck.

But you know what I saw last week at the Blushing Books author meet-up? Not a speck of that. I didn’t see a single bit of petty bullshit. Even the publisher who was putting on the event didn’t get in our faces. They threw us a party, and let us chat. They held events, and let us hang out. We spent time together, and we VENTED. We vented about the exhaustion of being authors. Some of us have day jobs, some of us are parents, spouses, in relationships, have to clean our damn houses and grocery shop, and still run a social media empire like we’re the fucking Kardashians (except none of us are making that kind of fucking money). And yeah, we vented about ALL of our frustrations. We vented about our publishers, about Amazon, about readers and reviews and the exhausting and never-ending cycle that we are always in.

How successful was your last book? How many reviews did you get? Where is your book ranked? What kind of reviews did you get? Did anyone important review your book? Have you been shared anywhere? Did you pay for advertising? How much did you spend on advertising? Where did you advertise? Did you get your stock photos somewhere specific? Was there a guy on the cover? A girl? A couple? Were they sexy? Was it abstract? WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE SO WE CAN DISSECT IT AND DECIDE IF YOU DID IT RIGHT OR NOT?!

^^^ That shit?

Exhausting.

Bullshit.

OMFG WHY DO WE DO THIS?

Well…

We’re obsessed with our stories, our characters, and we finally got our hands on a keyboard to put them down on paper and then we threw them to the wolves just so we could have the privilege of joining in that insane fucking cycle that does its best to break us all down.

But you know what the best part of last week was? As we all let out our frustrations, our exhaustion, our gripes, every single beautiful author there was tipping back their drink of choice – from water, to tea, to wine, to vodka – and they were listening. And echoing. And supporting. And loving. And welcoming. We talked in events, and dinners. We giggled in hallways, and on balconies under the setting sun. We cursed, and spoke in a variety of accents, and… we communed.

We reminded each other that we’re not alone in this, no matter how alone we feel sometimes. We’re not the only ones tearing our hair out at 2am staring at the ranks and begging for just a tiny jump in points so we can reach that next goal in our heads. We’re not the only author in the world that reads a review that hurts, tries to act like an adult and brush it off, but still pours an extra drink, or adds an extra scoop of ice cream, or cracks open a bag of potato chips just to feel better.

We’re not alone.

What’s amazing about this weird job, whether it’s your full-time job or just one of many, whether you’re amazingly successful… or not… is that you ARE alone in it, and it’s hard.

It’s so fucking hard.

And we are answerable to everyone. It’s a constant process of pouring out of our own cup, and waiting / begging / pleading / sacrificing to the gods of the book world to get our own cups refilled even a little. To see our book do well. To hear praise from our publisher. To read the good reviews. To get the messages / emails / facebook comments / tweets from readers who loved the book we wrote. But that is a lonely waiting game, and since we almost all do this solo, it’s really, really hard.

So, I think we need more of that. We need to bottle the magic that happened at the Blushing author’s event and spread it. We need to support each other. Give each other that “YES! YOU FUCKING DID IT! THE BOOK IS OUT! POP THE DAMN CHAMPAGNE!”

THAT!!!!

… eeeeeven if we haven’t had the time to read the book. Because we all know we barely have time to write our own books, much less read all the books these amazing authors put out. We have to ration our time like water in the desert, because no one is making more time, but we all have the few seconds to hit the share button. To say something nice. To click the like / love / giggle button and give someone a smile. We all have a few minutes to remind each other that we’re not fucking alone in this.

There’s no need to backstab, to connive, to attack, to plot against anyone except for the villains in our own books.

Whether you’re an indie author, loyal to a publisher, or a hybrid of some weird combination – you should be proud. Even if your book never hits a bestseller spot. Even if you never get a “title”. Even if you have 5 reviews on all of your books combined… you fucking did it. You wrote the thing. You did the work. You spent the time.

You have a book.

Last week I saw authors making 10x what I make in a month hanging out in a hotel room with authors who wanted to be where I am right now. Not a single person put another author down. Not a single person made a snide comment about a shitty cover, or a poorly edited book, or a bad plot, or a weak character. No one logged onto Amazon in the middle of our hang-out to leave a snarky 1-star review from a secret account.

THERE WAS NO BULLSHIT.

It was a goddamn fucking utopia of authors, and it made me realize that we are the ones in control of that. Taking readers and publishers and editors and industry shit out of the equation – all that’s left is the authors. We’re just a bunch of awkward oddballs with too many people talking in our heads to allow us to be normal. We’re the weirdos who stay up at all hours and write. We’re the ones who can’t resist getting those words down on paper, even if we’re not sure anyone will ever read it. We’re the ones who still make meals, clean up, drive to work or the grocery or to the kid’s whatever, and then come back and try to write the words. Try to capture the story. Try to put these words down on paper before we lose them.

Can’t we just celebrate that?

Can’t we just have a drink (of whatever) and give each other that knowing nod of ‘I get it. I know it’s hard. It’s hard for me too’?

I think we can. I think we can lift each other up. I think we can acknowledge when someone else is suffering, and instead of ignoring it, we can reach out. We can share a little love. We can celebrate each other when someone succeeds, and comfort each other when we fail. We can do so much more with this than we are right now, because we have the words for it. Words are our fucking SKILL.

We can tell each other the right things.

We can say we care.

We can listen.

We can love.

So, since it’s my birthday today, all I’m going to ask for my birthday present is for you to pick an author (not me) and tell them something good. Whether you’ve read one of their books or not, see them on Facebook, or Twitter, or wherever, and say something kind. Say something uplifting. Say something loving. Tell them you get it. Tell them you understand, that you’ve been there, and if you want some bonus karma points? Listen to them.

Listen to each other.

Support each other.

We’re all in this together, no matter what genre we write, and we have enough on our plates without fighting each other.

And, just remember, even though I’m an average author with an average set of books, I’m still here to listen if you need it, lovelies, because I adore each and every fucking one of you.

You got this.

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P.S. – Pants still suck. That’s not changing, no matter how much positivity we put out. Let’s be positive AND pantsless. That’s even better.

P.P.S. – Share this if you want to spread some love. It might reach someone who needs to hear it. I know I could have used it 10 years ago!

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Tavarr’s Mate’ by Sue Lyndon!

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It’s #TeaserTuesday and I’m thrilled to offer you the latest HOT sci-fi from the ever-amazing Sue Lyndon. If you haven’t discovered her yet, she writes alpha males that are supernova sizzling, and I’m so glad I got to meet this lovely lady last week in Atlanta!

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Tavarr’s Mate

I am fated to belong to a seven-foot tall alien warrior named Tavarr. He’s coming for me soon.

My name is Katrina. After the Kleaxians attacked the humans on Tallia, I was captured by a cruel alien named Vonn. He claimed me as his mate, but tormented me for weeks and even tried to kill me. When he was executed for his crimes, I thought my nightmare had finally come to an end. But then his older brother, Tavarr, shows up burning with a biological urge to claim me.

Darkly handsome Tavarr’s mere presence makes my body hum with pleasure, and his touch prompts a relentless ache between my thighs. But I’m worried he’s too much like his brother. What if he tries to kill me too?

Despite my fears, I’m drawn to the tenderness in Tavarr’s dark otherworldly gaze, and I want to believe his intentions are true. However, the flashes of primal lust in his purple eyes don’t escape my notice. When it’s time to claim me, I don’t think he’ll be quite as gentle as promised.

Publisher’s Note: Tavarr’s Mate is a dark sci-fi alien romance, containing explicit scenes and themes of power exchange. If such subject matter offends you, please do not buy this book. This story takes place in the same world as Kenan’s Mate, however it can be enjoyed as a standalone title.

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Teaser

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

I shake my head from side to side, unable to speak.

“Ah, well, this part of you won’t remain untouched for much longer, sweet human. I plan to fuck you here soon. I will purchase some anal plugs in varying sizes from the market today to help you become accustomed to an invasion larger than my finger. Your mouth, your pussy, and your tight little asshole all belong to me, and I plan to use all three of your holes often.”

His words cause a rush of moisture between my thighs, and I press back into his pumping digit. With his free hand, he reaches for my pussy lips and traces through my gathering wetness, a slickness that most definitely didn’t come from the bathwater.

“Spread your legs wider.”

The moment I comply, he shoves his hard cock deep into my core and starts fucking me with abandon, slamming into me while not slowing in his rapid thrusts into my ass.

A haze of desire consumes me. I meet his movements as best I can, arching my center against his cock and accepting each delicious plunge of his huge manhood. With his finger filling my bottom hole, my pussy feels tighter and I’m more sensitive to his fast, deep drives. His heavy balls impact upon my clit and it isn’t long before I’m screaming out my release, panting and gyrating beneath him as the water sloshes around us and splashes onto the floor.

After the last remnant of my orgasm fades, he remains submerged in my pussy but withdraws his finger slowly from my ass, taking a moment to rim my pucker before giving my bottom a sharp slap.

“Look at the mess you made on the floor, Katrina. Bad, bad girl.” This time, his scolding has the tone of dirty talk. He’s not really mad, but this display of faux sternness rekindles the flames of my desire nonetheless. “Such a naughty little girl you are, Katrina. I ought to teach you another lesson.” He grips my hips and commences fucking me as hard as the first time, when he’d lost control while claiming me on the bed.

My bones have turned to liquid by the time he comes inside me, spilling his seed deep in my pussy. I’m so exhausted from our exertions that I don’t even think of protesting when he takes the soapy cloth and cleans every inch of me, including between my legs. But even once I’m out of the tub and standing wrapped in a towel, I feel the trickle of his semen running down my inner thigh.

I flush and start wiping it off, but he grabs my hand and draws me against him, circling his arms around me and putting his lips to my ear. “As often as I plan to fuck you, sweet human, you’d better get used to the feel of my seed running down your legs.”

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Ummmm, so… once I reform into a human from the melting puddle that this incredible snippet turned me into, I’m gonna 1-click this. I’m gonna 1-click this so fucking hard. HOLY HOTNESS. Dark sci-fi just might be my new happy place. Thank you, Sue!

Amazon: BUY NOW!   2.99 (USD) for a limited time only, or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

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Want more of Sue Lyndon?

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Sharing my love of Amanda Palmer

If you’ve chatted with me much, you may have heard me rave about my favorite musician Amanda Palmer. Her birthday was last week when I was away playing with all of my author friends, and she asked that people share her work with the people they love. And you know what, lovelies? I adore all of you. Just like Amanda talks about in this long discussion of her latest album, I couldn’t make the art that I make without all of you, just like she couldn’t make the art she does without people supporting her. I’ve been on her Patreon since she launched it, I supported the epic Kickstarter she references in this post, and I’ve been in love with her since a friend first handed me a burned copy of ‘Who Killed Amanda Palmer’ and told me I had to listen to it, because they knew I’d love it. And you know what? I did.


 


I’ll admit that this album, where she finally got to work with the musical hero of her youth Edward Ka-spel, is a different Amanda Palmer than you’d hear nowadays. It reminds me of the creepier Dresden Dolls songs (her first band), but in a way that I adore.


 


In fulfilling her birthday wish, I wanted to link you to this lovely page. Even if all you do is go and listen to her album (for free, she never charges for music, just asks for tips in the tip jar if you feel so inclined), you’ll have made her birthday wish come true, and you’ll be a teensy more connected to me. (Check out Theater is Evil to hear my favorite album!). Anyway, loves, I have something cool I’m trying to write and Amanda’s openness has inspired me to just do it, so watch for that sometime this week!


 


Here is the line that specifically inspired me today: “WHY NOT, indeed? it was a lesson, a reminder, that we get attached to (and buried in) our own ideas of How Art Is Supposed To Be Made. art can get made any way you want, you just have to fucking Do It.”


 


Hell yes, AFP. We just need to fucking do it. The people who want our brand of art will find us. Whether it’s a strange electronic and haunting album like ‘I Can Spin a Rainbow’ or the dark and twisty books that make the words fly out of me. We just have to fucking do the thing, take the donut, say yes.


 


Hopefully it inspires you as much as it did me, lovelies.


 


http://amandapalmer.net/icanspinarainbow/

Music Monday – I’ll Be Good

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Okay, lovelies, today’s #MusicMonday is really good, and I have several reasons why. ‘I’ll Be Good’ by Jaymes Young was the first song I’d ever heard by him and I loved it from the first few lines. It was a stop-you-in-motion song and I fell in love with it instantly… and then I knew I wanted it to inspire a character. The only problem is that it’s a complicated song, with layers, and definitely meant for a dark anti-hero, which meant I needed to find the right voice for it. So, what does that mean? It has been on my writing playlist for YEARS, and the very exciting wonderful news is ……….. I finally have the character. One of my secret projects just finished (and was turned in) and it’s dark, and twisty, and wrong, and very very short, but I LOVE IT. I love it so hard, and I’ll be writing the full-length story for it in 2018. This character is so powerful that it’s also the first time I’ve ever written in first person POV. I can’t wait until I can tell you about this story, and share a snippet, but until then I just want you to read through these lyrics, listen to this voice, and imagine the damaged, fucked up anti-hero that it inspired. (The video is weird, so maybe just listen and read the lyrics, but I fucking love this song)

After the wonderful time with all of the authors from Blushing Books last week in Atlanta, I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to write these books, and have readers, and friends in this crazy book world. You’re all wonderful, lovelies, and I’m so grateful to have you all in my life. Enjoy.

Favorite Lyrics

I thought I saw the devil,

this morning,

looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue,

With the warning,

to help me see myself clearer.

I never meant to start a fire,

I never meant to make you bleed…

I’ll be a better man today.

I’ll be good, I’ll be good,

and I’ll love the world like I should.

Yeah, I’ll be good, I’ll be good,

for all of the times

that I never could.

My past has tasted bitter for years now,

so I wield an iron fist.

Grace is just weakness,

or so I’ve been told.

I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless.

But the blood on my hands scares me to death,

maybe I’m waking up today.

I’ll be good, I’ll be good,

and I’ll love the world like I should.

I’ll be good, I’ll be good.

I’ll be good, I’ll be good.

For all of the light that I shut out,

for all of the innocent things that I doubt,

for all of the bruises I’ve caused, and the tears,

for all of the things that I’ve done all these years,

and all…

Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out,

for all of the perfect things that I doubt.

I’ll be good, I’ll be good,

and I’ll love the world like I should.

Yeah, I’ll be good, I’ll be good,

for all of the times

I never could. Oh, oh-oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh-oh.

For all of the times I never could.

All of the times I never could.

‘I’ll Be Good’ by Jaymes Young

Thankful Thursday

It’s been a crazy week since I got back from the Blushing Books conference, but that means the #ThankfulThursday is a little late and I was way behind in processing it. The good news is there are plenty of hotties to help us get to the weekend even if we aren’t working all week!

Enjoy, lovelies!

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