Hey Leah, s’me again! Did you redecorate? No? Hmm, something seems to be missing. Oh, I know what it is! BOXES! You don’t have any.
See, while your blog readers are reading this, I am currently running around like the proverbial Col. Sander’s meal without my head. No, really, it is worse than normal. I am moving lock, stock and barrel of monkeys. Am I moving down the street? Across the state? Nooo, not me. I never do anything half-assed. Full ass only for me.
I am moving over 600 miles. With three kids, three cats and a buttload of boxes. To make things more interesting, I have lots of stuff going on in my writing life too. Lots. Like a plethora of news!
I contracted the sequel to Myla by Moonlight to Carina Press. SALOME AT SUNRISE comes out June 21st!! First day of summer! I am so freakin’ excited about this I screamed. Numerous times. Embarrassing my children. Such is life. That is what they get for announcing in church that mama wears big underwear.
Salome at Sunrise is Bryton’s tale, Prince Taric’s human bodyguard, the big brawny smartass. I have to confess, I spent most of the writing of this story calling him Turdboy. He is so @#$% irritating. I wanted to smack him half the time. And then he goes and breaks my heart and makes my cry over his red-headed ass. *sigh* He is the perfect hero. He is so noble and honorable but his mouth is uhm, kinda like mine.
His heroine is Salome and she is as different from Myla as night and day. (get it, Myla by MOONLIGHT, Salome at SUNRISE, night and day? Okay, never mind, move along).
You don’t *HAVE* to have read Myla by Moonlight to enjoy this sequel but of course I think you should. Want an unofficial blurb? Of course you do or you would have stopped reading.
Called to bring peace to Bryton’s tortured soul, Salome is a spell, a bird-shifter windsinger with the power to harness the air. Commanding nature is far easier than handling her new charge. She offers him harmony while longing to sing a different tune, one of love and devotion. She can soothe him with song or touch but she can’t be human.
Bryton Haruk is the King’s Might and His Law. Forced to watch his wife die by his enemy’s hand, he turns his back on his destiny in grief and guilt. He has vowed to avenge her death and join her on the Otherside. No beautiful peacemaker is going to change his course …even if he is tempted to forget his pain in her arms.
A band of murderers plot to overthrow the kingdom and claim the land for themselves. The only thing standing in their way is one bitter man and the whispering wind.
If this wasn’t thrilling enough for me, there is more! (I tend to do things excessively, can you tell?)
Samhain Publishing contracted my novella LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR! This was my first attempt into a Red Hot erotic romance and a short story all by my little lonesome but I guess I did okay! I had a blast writing it. First, the hero, Bram, is an ex-firefighter and 911 Communications Specialist. I spent ten years as a 911 dispatcher so yeah, I know these yumtastic guys do exist. There is a mystery in it. Not like a murder mystery or anything… the heroine’s name. She won’t tell him. She’ll do everything else but she won’t give him her name. He calls her Lady.
“Make me your goddess and I’ll take you to heaven.”
This sultry promise began a scorching one-night stand that Bram Winters cannot forget. He never got her name but he gave part of his heart to the vivacious vixen. Then she disappears, stealing his shirt and vanishing like the wispy smoke of a dream. He finds her almost four hundred miles away in a tiny Laundromat and more than his socks go through a spin cycle.
Lady is poised for flight from her old life. Bram had been her one night of physical distraction before her escape from her emotionally unstable, violent ex. She never expected Bram to reappear and send her emotions, and her desires, for a tumble. They succumb to the passion churning between them and more than a hot water wash steams the plate glass window.
Her ex watches and grows more furious by the minute. It’s a delicate situation with dangerous consequences.
To make matters even more WOW than that, Ginny Glass and I co-wrote a novella titled TALK DIRTY TO ME and it has been contracted through Carina Press! It is scheduled for a summer release! We FINALLY decided on a name for the hero(with the help of a Carina blog poll) and so I will share with you that blurb! (warning, this one is smart, sophisticated and smoooooking hawt!)
“Tell me what you want. Talk dirty to me.”
For Nora MacGregor, the sinful voice of a stranger gives her permission to explore her deepest fantasies – fantasies that only exist outside her daily drudgery in the science lab. ‘James’, challenges Nora’s icy clinical ideas about the power of sex. The arrangement – she talks to him and he returns her lost dissertation notes, page by page. What he can’t give her is human touch, tangible sweetness, attributes she finds in the company and gentle romance of Dr. Jarod Reed.
Jarod, who seized an opportune moment and became the mysterious James, is now trapped in a mess of his own making, unable to let Nora know that he wants more than a naughty bedtime story. The anonymity of being Nora’s cell phone lover frees Jarod to reach into the not-so-scholarly pursuits of the flesh but may have cost him the chance to make those fantasies a reality.
What could possibly be even better than all that? Weeeeeeeeeeeell, my romantic comedy JINXED from Samhain is coming out *in print* on April 6th! Pre-orders from Amazon and Barnes & Noble have already shipped! People own me! I want to jump up and down and squeal about this but yeah, too tired. My first sale ever is now a paper bound book that people can hold and dog-ear and put on the back of the toilet to read while… well, you know. See, isn’t it pretty?!
Obligatory blurb sharing…
When opposites attract, they are screwed three ways from Sunday.
Frannie learned the hard way that a McHottie doesn’t always equal marriage material. Besides, she’s happy with her vanilla life. She has friends, a career and a double-D-powered vibrator. Then Fate shoves her, literally, into Prince Charming’s lap. His declaration of love at first sight is cute—and spikes her bullcrap meter into the red zone.
She’s more than willing to give in with her body. But she’s barricaded her heart behind castle walls—and permanently welded the gates shut.
Tragedy taught Jinx that time is too precious to waste, so when a series of uncanny coincidences thrusts Frannie into his life, he holds on tight. He knows she thinks he’s several fries short of a Happy Meal, but he’s determined to breach the fortress around her heart and give her a Happily Ever After.
Even if he has to carry her fanny-first into his kingdom.
WARNING: Includes jelly shoes, a narcoleptic cat, and meatloaf. The steamy sex scenes may lead to fogged windows and wet panties, so proceed at your own risk. Do not attempt to read without the following items: tissues, napkins for spewed beverages, and a booty call on speed dial.
Exciting stuff huh? Trouble is, I don’t remember which box my underwear is in and I am going off line for the move. A whole week without internet. The withdrawal ain’t going to be pretty, I can tell you this.
But if you made it all the way through that rambling, you lucked out. I promised Leah she could host the first contest for a free PRINT copy of JINXED, signed and mailed to you!] Just leave me a comment(with email addy) and Leah will pick a winner. When I get back on line, I will send your brand-spanking new pinkilicious copy of JINXED to your snailmail box!
And please, light a candle, say a prayer, sacrifice a goat, anything just wish me well on my move. 600 miles in the truck with my kids and I will need Tylenol, a straight jacket and a shot of Wild Turkey!