Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Smile, Somebody Loves You! New Year's Eve Blog Hop

Welcome to the New Year's Eve blog hop! Check out the Rafflecopter below and comment here to win a cool prize!

So, shall we look fondly back on 2013 or never speak of it again? I don't know about you, but this past year, on paper, was one of my better ones. I saw a few stories released, I contracted a few stories with some awesome publishers, and I got to Disney World...twice. I would go back and change some things if I could, but really I have no reason to complain. Later on, though, I will. ;-)

I have only made a few resolutions for 2014: read more books, be less of a butthead than I was in 2013, and just be happy. Sounds simple, but at times being happy is hard work. If you have to deal with people who are anything but, for example, you'll find happiness a lofty goal. I've had a few days to ponder my future, and I decided if I make the choice to be happy, my environment will change for the better. I'll go for hikes in the spring, eat more kale, drink more water, and smile even if it hurts. If I sound too much like a hippie I apologize, but I consider the Debbie-downer alternative and am not enamored by it.

I look forward to 2014 and a few new releases coming early in the year. My short story in Coming Together Through the Storm is a sexy romp through a fierce hurricane, and my upcoming 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing, A Different Class, is a hot, long overdue reunion between two male schoolmates. Later this month, I'm participating in Katiebabs's Lesbian Romance Appreciation Event, where I'll have an amazing announcement.

My resolution in 2014? To keep it up. What's yours? Share one resolution in the comments below and I'll draw one winner for a backlist eBook title. (18+ please)

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Monday, December 23, 2013

New Contracts: Part Two

So a few days ago I was telling you about the new contract I signed with Coming Together. I am excited to be part of another amazing Coming Together anthology, and in that post I hinted at more contract news. Some I will share in January in a guest blog, but the rest I can reveal now.

Very soon, I will have a 1 Night Stand story with Decadent Publishing! A Different Class is an M/M short, hopefully one that will spawn a few followups. I have read a number of 1 Night Stand stories since the line launched, and am thrilled the publisher offered me a contract.

Edits are happening now, and I hope to have a cover to reveal soon.

In January I'll have more contract news to share, can't wait for that!


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Cookie List

This close to Christmas, I usually have my baking gear scattered throughout the kitchen. I believe this year I have baked more than in the past: so far I have done cutout sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and oatmeal scotchies. I still have the gingerbread cutouts and snickerdoodles left, and with the last one I'm trying to decide how to go about it.

I bought a bag of caramels because I wanted to experiment with a Pinterest recipe or two. I know what you're thinking - all the glorious pretties on Pinterest look wonderful in theory, and you'd think they were simple enough to try. Then you follow the instructions to the letter and you're left with a graying hot mess that looks nothing like what's on the Internet. I will read the Pintrosity site on occasion and laugh myself silly, then think of all the fails I created and then I come back to Earth. Nonetheless, I'd like to do something special for Christmas.

I would love to make caramel-filled treats. Pinterest has a few suggestions on filled snickerdoodles. I have the option of using regular cookie mix, prepared according to package, then molding the dough around a caramel. Roll the ball in sugar and cinnamon, then bake. Or, I could use Pillsbury crescent dough cut into two inch square, roll into balls then into the sugar/cinnamon mix and bake for about 7-10 minutes. I can't imagine, though, that the second recipe has that cookie texture that I'd prefer. On the other hand, it's probably more likely to keep the caramel contained.

Do you make filled cookies? Do you have a secret or two to prevent leakage?

Monday, December 16, 2013

New Story, New Contracts, Early Christmas!

I've had an amazing early Christmas so far. So much to relay, but I can't divulge all the good news just yet. For now, though, I'll share what I can and announce the rest when it's official.

First up: I've revised and lengthened the story I wrote for Coming Together: Girl on Girl. I've made A Taste of Vanilla the first in a series of shorts that celebrate diversity in romance. Vanilla is an F/F interracial story (BW/WW), and the followup, A Taste of Ginger, continues the romance from within a small circle of graduate students. If you picked up Girl on Girl to support the NCLR, thank you! Hope you'll read the rest of the story in Vanilla and let me know if you enjoyed it.

Click above to buy at ARe, or buy for Kindle.

Speaking of Coming Together, the next item to share is a recent contract. Nicole Gestalt will edit and publish my short "And Lily Makes Three" for the anthology Coming Together: Through the Storm. This will be a collection of weather-themed erotica to benefit Mercy Corps, who is helping victims of the recent typhoon in the Philippines. I don't know who else is in the book yet, but will share a list when I do.

I also have more contract news to share, but will wait until all the papers are signed. Hope you'll be as excited as me!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

A Very Paranormal Holidays Blog Hop

Authors Kallysten and Tricia Schneider organized this Very Paranormal holidays Blog Hop to share their love for paranormal romance, help you discover new authors, win books, prizes... and maybe a brand new Kindle Fire!

Enter the Rafflecopter below for the main prizes, and be sure to comment on this blog to win one backlist eBook from me and a $10 gift card for ARe, Amazon, or B&N.

Hello, everybody! Thanks for stopping by my blog as part of the Very Paranormal Holidays blog hop. We are close to the home stretch now - vacation will start soon, giving us several days holed up at home with cookies and presents and blankets. Where we are during Christmas, we need all three.

Since this is a paranormal hop, I thought I'd share an excerpt from one of my M/M shorts, Enter Sandman. If you're looking for something short and sweet-hot to read, it is 40% off at Phaze.com through the end of the month. Use code HOLIDAY at checkout, and check out some other Phaze authors while you're there. If you enjoy it, I hope you'll check it out and let me know what kind of paranormal stories you like to read.

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Struck by insomnia, Len Crocker is desperate to try anything to get to sleep, even obtain the services of a mysterious living god, and probable huckster, known simply as The Sandman.

When the object of Len’s desires, Andrew Gibbons, springs for the nighttime session, Len is amazed by The Sandman’s effectiveness…and pleasantly surprised with what he finds in his bed the next morning.

Excerpt

Multi-colored strobes cut the air and flashed in rapid, nonsensical patterns. The shrill beat of a Gwen Stefani tune, jacked up twenty more miles an hour than the law should allow, vibrated the floor and every panel of wood keeping the club intact. Men danced and flirted and reveled in the night’s celebration—as though anybody needed an official reason to indulge in good feelings and great friends. At Third Dimension, a gay man could shed his inhibitions and the conventions of the outside world and be himself.

Any other night, Len Crocker would be out on the lighted floor, grinding and gyrating amid crowded bodies, energized by the collective musk of hard men, horny men, queens and twinks and bears—oh my! Now, perched on a stool at the bar, hunched over a steaming mug of coffee, he just wanted everything to mute and morph into a Quaalude dream, slow enough to let him slip away without Spike and Gerry noticing. He wanted the bartender, hovering close with the coffee pot as though waiting to refill, to go away. He wanted Gwen to shut the fuck up. He wanted to go home and sleep, but knew that wasn’t an option. Hadn’t been for six weeks now.

As Gwen’s techno-driven, helium-voiced scat segued into more of the same from the month’s latest pop tart, Len felt a nudge at his wrist. The bartender had set a bottle of Jack in front of him.

“Maybe a little liquid inspiration in your coffee to get the heart pumping?” He punctuated another silent offer with a wink.

Len snorted. He didn’t even need the coffee, and God only knew why he’d asked for it. Alcohol proved useless in helping him wind down, otherwise he’d have chugged at least a fifth of Scotch on arriving.

He refrained from a response and the bartender shrugged. “Whatever, guy,” he said. “It’s a gay bar. Just lighten up, eh?” And he granted Len’s wish by shuffling to the far end to chat up a more amicable pair in matching Polo shirts.

Figuring his exposure at the bar might attract more unwanted attention, Len grasped the mug and loped off toward privacy. He found an empty, shadowed circular booth situated on the opposite end of the dance floor—couples used it normally for a clandestine blow job or fisting—and slid against the cool vinyl to the middle. This granted him a nice panoramic view of Third Dimension, and easy spying access on Spike and Gerry, who twisted and tangled with another couple under the rainbow track lighting. They appeared totally in their element, and as Spike drove them all here—and had literally carried Len and shoved him into the backseat—Len knew he wasn’t going anywhere soon.

The coffee burned him, and Len pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, wincing at the odd sensation of heat mixed with dark roast. The bitter stench curled in beckoning fingers of steam above the rim of the mug, as though taunting this extended bout with insomnia. He pushed the mug aside and rested his head in folded arms—a futile effort, but the scenery proved too repetitive and uninteresting for him to watch anymore.

He didn’t know how much time had passed—the segueing in the music stream offered little help, everything sounded the same—before he sensed another presence close to him. A shadow fell across his narrowed line of vision, which previously granted him a sideways view of the path toward the bathroom and back area by the pool tables. He inhaled a tangy cologne that burned his lungs and warmed his blood.

“I won’t keep you long,” the voice began, deep and smooth. “I just couldn’t help but notice you slumped over like you’d lost your best friends.”

“I didn’t, I know exactly where they are.” Len jerked his head back slightly to indicate the dance floor. “And in all honesty, I’m not looking for a sympathetic ear…or penis,” he added as he turned his gaze, then immediately wished he could take back those words.

Shit. Of all nights for the object of his wet dreams to finally acknowledge his existence, here he’d nearly blown him off—not in the good way, either. Len straightened and offered Andrew Gibbons a weak smile that the other man might hopefully interpret as an apology and invitation to remain.

“Sorry, Gibb,” he said, raking a hand through his hair. Everybody called the gorgeous, tanned brunet by this shortened version of his surname. Len hoped this manner of address wouldn’t provoke an annoyed response, seeing as how he and Gibb had never before spoken privately. Len thought until now he had to stay content with admiring the lean gym god from afar, or listening in on a group conversation dominated by others.

“Been a rough week,” Len added.

“Looks like you’ve had a full calendar of rough weeks,” Gibb observed, tilting his head for an intense gaze at what Len certainly perceived were eyes darkened by bags underneath the lower lids. “Wanna talk about it?”

Len’s tongue thickened in his mouth. Words, he suspected, might come tumbling out in a garbled mess. After a swig of still molten coffee for courage, he smiled. “End of quarter reporting is always a son of a bitch,” he said. “I have to meet with the board of directors at my company next week and convince them to keep our budget the same, or at least not cut it to the point where they have to start laying off people.”

“Ouch.” Gibb winced. “I don’t envy you that. Do you really think you have to tell them to fire anybody?”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Len shook his head. “It’s just the anxiety getting to me. I haven’t slept well in so long. I got bills due, loud neighbors, ugh!” He’d hole up in a hotel room if he could afford it, but Gibb didn’t need to hear about his money woes. Spike and Gerry spotted his cover charge tonight, and that had embarrassed him plenty for the month.

Gibb clicked his tongue against his teeth, and reached into a back pocket. “That doesn’t sound good. If you could at least sleep, you’ve won half the battle. You’d think straight.”

Len really wanted to laugh. “I haven’t had a straight thought since I was sixteen.”

“Good one. Here.” Gibb pulled a card from his wallet and slid it on the table toward Len. “I had a problem with insomnia last year, contacted this guy, and he took care of it. You won’t find anyone better to help you.”

Len looked at the card but didn’t pick it up. He saw no designs or fancy fonts, just a white rectangle with bold, raised lettering:

THE SANDMAN – A PEACEFUL REST GUARANTEED

He frowned, then slid his thumbnail down to lift one corner of the card. “There’s no phone number, or e-mail address,” he said. “Not even a Twitter handle for a direct ping. How am I supposed to get in touch with this Sandman?” Len reached into his pocket for his smart phone, but after a few quick searches through his Web browser window he could find nothing remotely related to Gibb’s testimonial.

Gibb pressed his finger against the card and slid it back. “Now, now, I didn’t exactly say you had to make the call. Trust me, I know where to find him.” Gibb chuckled. “In fact, I could try him tonight, if you’re interested in getting some sleep this weekend.”

Len sighed. How deliciously forbidden that sounded. With two days of downtime ahead of him, he desperately needed to catch up on forty winks, times infinity. Suddenly, a sobering thought shuddered through him.

“You know,” he put away the phone, “the way that card looks, he’s probably very exclusive. I doubt somebody like that would be available on a whim—”

He looked up just as Gibb put his own phone to his ear, and pressed a hand against his other ear to listen without too much distraction. Ignoring Len, Gibb conversed with the party on the other end. “Hey, I have a last-minute appointment if you can do it,” he half-shouted. Len watched as Gibb’s face lifted in a smile, and Gibb winked.

“Great! I’ll text you the address in a few minutes.” Gibb rang off and beckoned to Len. “He’s in between clients, but said since he’s on this side of town he’s happy to squeeze you in if we get you home now.”

“This late?”

“People sleep at night, don’t they? What do you say? Are we going home?”

Home? The idea of having a strange man poking around his apartment so close to midnight unnerved him. Gibb, on the other hand…

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Ugh! Under any other circumstances, he’d welcome the opportunity to entertain Gibb at his home…on the couch, in bed, wherever the man felt most comfortable or willing. As Gibb tried to lead him out of the booth another thought struck him.

“Wait, how much is this, uh, service?” he asked. A cryptic business card hinted at a possible bill equal to his rent payment. “If he’s expensive, I can’t do this. And what does he do, anyway?”

Gibb waved him closer, stepping toward the exit. “Relax. It’s on me. Crane’s kind of a pay it forward guy, and so am I.”

“Crane?” The name evoked an image of a burly, homophobic construction worker, come to cure Len’s insomnia by bashing him upside the head with a crowbar. Maybe he and Gibb worked together, and would rob him blind after rendering him unconscious. “First or last name?”

Gibb kept pushing him to the door. “The fewer questions you ask, the sooner we can get you to sleep. Don’t worry about your friends, I’m driving you. You got everything you came with?”

All this and insomnia, too. Once out into the lot, Len looked sheepishly around. He didn’t know Gibb’s car. “Uh, you have to take the toll bridge to get there,” he said. “You got change?”

“How much?”

“Fifty cents.”

Gibb scratched his chin, as though considering the expense, then winked and led Len to a black Lexus. “You’re worth it.”

“Gee, thanks.” He’d roll his eyes if he didn’t think Gibb looked so damned adorable when he said that.

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Sunday, December 8, 2013

Queer Town Abbey Christmas Blog Hop with Leigh!

Comment below to win a $10 gift card to Amazon, B&N, or AllRomance from Leigh, and add to your Christmas reading list! Scroll down for the QTA Rafflecopter, too.

Happy holidays! I am pleased to be a part of the Queer Town Abbey Christmas Hop. QTA and author KT Grant were kind to help promote Coming Together: Girl on Girl, and I wish them great success. Since we're here to talk about Christmas, I would like to divulge one of my favorite Christmas traditions, and perhaps it's one of yours as well.

I love this time of year because you can turn on a television and find any of my favorite holiday movies. I like the tearjerkers fine, but I want to remain positive in the cold weather, so when Clark Grizzwold is stringing up the lights and stapling his pants to the roof, or when Will Ferrell is wandering around Manhattan in an elf costume, I'm there. My all-time favorite, though, is A Christmas Story - not necessarily because it's the funniest Christmas movie ever. I've actually lived this movie (well, not the sticking my tongue to the frozen pole part).

One year, when I lived in Williamsburg, Virginia, my parents and sister decided to come and visit. Having lived in Florida for decades, they wanted a white Christmas, and got more than they bargained for. That year a horrible winter storm blew through town, knocking out our power for days. We had no heat, no electricity, and therefore couldn't cook, so no turkey dinner. It got so bad that we had to burn newspaper on the barbecue grill in the garage - it's a small miracle that we didn't get sick from smoke poisoning.

Come Christmas Day, after our numb fingers unwrapped gifts, we ventured out for something to eat. The only restaurant open that day was the Chinese buffet - very reminiscent of the dinner scene in the movie. The next year, we stayed in Florida. Sure enough, TNT aired A Christmas Story and when it got to the Chinese restaurant scene we were able to appreciate it on a whole new level.

This year, it's Christmas with the in-laws in the mountains, and they have a generator in case the power goes out.

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One thing I love about Christmas: cookies! I do most of my baking in December, and I always make Oatmeal Scotchies. I use the Nestle recipe which is on their website, but sometimes I add a cup of chopped walnuts to the mix. What's your favorite Christmas cookie? Comment below and enter to win a gift card.

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Thursday, December 5, 2013

40% Off Sale at Phaze Books! Save on eBook and Print by Leigh Ellwood

Now through December 31, all paperbacks and eBooks at Phaze Books are 40% off. This means you can order my entire Phaze backlist and save big. Phaze offers eBooks in a variety of formats, so you can read these books on different apps and readers. Be sure to use the code HOLIDAY when you check out.

Many of my Dareville romances are available through Phaze Books, so if you're missing some books in the series this is a great time to stock up. There's also some hot M/M and a menage or two. Don't forget to check out other great authors at Phaze, too.

As for current writing, I am still waiting to hear on two recent submissions, one F/F and one M/F with a BBW heroine. I'm 10K into another F/F story and plan to submit that one by year's end. After that, I need to re-release a few stories that came back to me, and set up another M/M print collection. Then it's off to order promo for a few events in 2014. Oh, and I have to bake Christmas cookies before Christmas ends. I'll find the time, I swear.

Hope you had a great Thanksgiving, if you celebrated. I'd like to host a Christmas giveaway while I'm online, too, so we'll see how that goes.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Sideboob Reading Challenge: Lace by Shirley Conran

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WARNING: this post contains book spoilers.

I may have talked about the golden age of television movies in the past. Back in the 70s and 80s a miniseries that interrupted regular programming on any of the Big Three networks was an event. We'd rush home from work so as not to miss a minute of Roots, North and South, The Winds of War, or whatever mega-bestselling novel got the small screen treatment, enacted by a cast more than worthy of filling a Love Boat episode. In the early 80's you could add Shirley Conran's Lace to that list. It starred Phoebe Cates, and if you check Youtube you can watch the entire thing in twenty-plus increments. Of course, I wasn't allowed to watch the sexy back then, but judging from the one trailer I found it's a safe bet that Phoebe and company chewed up the scenery, gargled, and spat it out.

Anyway, I can't comment on the amount of sideboobage in the miniseries just yet. The book, though...holy cow, this book. As you can tell by the cover, the recent edition has a quasi-Fifty Shades makeover, and this story makes the latter read like a Mother Goose rhyme. So you know, though, there are portions of Lace that just drag on - when you span a few decades in a story you have to acknowledge that not all of it is spent between the sheets. Given the graphic detail of some sex here, though, it's probably a good thing.

So here's the story: there are four girls in Switzerland for school: American Judy, Brits Kate and Pagan, and French Maxine. They bond, they flirt with boys, one gets pregnant. The decision is made to place the baby in foster care until the mother is in a good place to collect her. When young Elizabeth (Lili) travels with her foster family to Hungary they are caught up in the revolution, and all but Lili are killed. It is assumed she has died, too.

The story jumps forward through the lives of these five girls-to-women. Bad marriages happen, careers flourish, but Lili gets the rawest end of the deal. She's adopted by two soulless harpies, then runs away and ends up in porn (underage, ick) before rising to become a popular starlet. It's not until the last hundred pages or so when she finally decides to trace her mother down, and it turns out she's encountered one of the possible candidates in the past.

Elsewhere in the story is woven a subplot about a Middle Eastern prince with weird sex fetishes (a goldfish figures into one scene - eye-bleach worthy). It reads out of place in the book, until you come to the conclusion...and unless you're really into stuff like VC Andrews you probably won't like it.

Lace is the book with everything. You may rage read it, you may end up searching the net for a thousand GIFs of disgusted and WTF expressions for enhancing your Goodreads review, who knows? All I can say is, I don't think I can get through Lace II, which continues the search for the father.

Who am I kidding? I'm checking the library now.


Monday, November 25, 2013

M/M Steampunk Giveaway! Part of the Steampunk Hop

So, you like M/M erotic romance? You like steampunk? Hey, guess what - you don't have to go far for either here. I am the editor of Silver Wings, an anthology of gay steampunk stories by Cari Z., JT Whitehall, Ross Baxter, and Mahalia Levey. I think it's a great book and definitely one to try if you are interested in either or both genres.

In fact, for this Steampunk Giveaway Hop I have a copy up for grabs. All you have to do is comment and I'll put your name in the hat to win. Contestants should be 18 and older and able to read eBooks. Silver Wings is available in several formats, so you can read it pretty much on any reader or your laptop. This book is not available in print format.

I will award the book when the hop ends on December 2 at midnight. Good luck!



Thursday, November 21, 2013

Thankfully Naughty Giveaway Hop


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Happy Thanksgiving, hoppers! This is Leigh Ellwood, author of erotic romance and erotica, and I'm happy you could join me. I'd like to wish everybody celebrating Thanksgiving a safe and happy holiday, and I hope you enjoy the time spent with family and friends. This time of year usually sees me at the laptop or outside helping the little one make an early snowman - it always seems to snow when we visit the in-laws.

This year, however, things will be different. We are hosting this year, and I will be cooking all the sides. I have a turkey on order - I don't think I'm ready to tackle a bird just yet. Maybe next time.

Speaking of doing things differently, since the theme of this blog hop is wicked, today I will share an excerpt from one of my favorite backlist stories: The Dares That Bind. To date, it's my only story with a strong BDSM focus. Here's a taste:

The Dares That Bind

Victoria Robeson is content to live at home and work her dead-end job, despite dealing with her overbearing mother, just as long as she has time to write. When she meets the handsome and mysterious Alton Weiss as Dareville prepares for Brady Garriston's big concert, Vic is unnerved and intrigued by how well he knows her personality and desires.

Alton introduces her to a world of sensuality and submission, encouraging her to become a new woman. But is Alton merely a weekend distraction, or the promise of a better life?

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She had never been inside a room at the Dareville Inn. Being a local, there was no reason to check in and stay the night. Yet, Alton’s suite looked pretty much how she expected a typical room in the historic guest house to appear. Cherry-maple furniture filled the living area—a Queen Anne desk, love seat with an embroidered cover, an oval coffee table fanned with regional guidebooks. Antique vases, lamps, and knickknacks, all resting on ivory doilies, contributed to the antebellum feel of the space. The absence of a television enhanced the charm, yet Vic noticed the open laptop, wires sprouting from all ports, on the desk. It looked like Dr. Who had come to call at Tara.

She ventured further into the suite, one cautious step after another, passing doors for the bathroom and bedroom, in which she saw a gigantic four-poster bed with a bright floral coverlet. To think fifteen minutes from now she could be laying there, legs spread while this man pounded into her. The thought frightened, yet thrilled her.

Why did I come here with him? She instantly knew the answer. Her mind insisted research for her writing, and to disprove Alton’s theory of her submissive nature. However, her body shuddered in a silent cry for passion, determined to join forces with her heart and overrule her mind. That she willingly followed Alton to his room marked one strike against rational thought.

The click of the door’s lock sounded throughout the room, drowning out the blood pounding in her ears. Vic felt attuned to everything in the suite, with even Alton’s soft, carpeted footfalls toward her sounding like a basketball thumping against a hardwood floor. Curse this wild imagination.

“You have excellent posture,” he noted, circling her with amused appraisal. Hands clasped behind his back, he tilted his head and stepped slowly, resembling a tourist before an ancient statue. “Good lines and bone structure.”

Don’t ask me if I’ve modeled. Vic considered her five-feet-ten height an inconvenience, non-conducive to her writing aspirations since her long legs often cramped under desks while shuffling for a comfortable sitting position. Her reluctance to face another reprimand prevented her from voicing the smart remark.

“Yes, you carry yourself well.” Alton’s voice lowered and melted into the air between them. Vic felt the words caress her and tease the skin on her exposed arms. How ridiculous and utterly amazing it was that his presence compelled her to assume this rigid stance. I can leave whenever I wish. Nothing stopped her from simply turning to unlock the door and leaving.

She exhaled slowly through her nose. Nothing but curiosity, and her desire to know what Alton planned for her.

To his credit, Alton didn’t mince words. “I think you should see how well you look, too. Stand before that mirror there,” he pointed to the full length mirror in one corner of the living area, “and take off your clothes. Slowly, and watch yourself as you do it.”

Huh? This certainly hadn’t been part of her day’s agenda. The way Alton commanded this of her sounded gentle and non-threatening yet firm, and Vic vacillated between moving to obey and wanting to escape…if only to learn the whether suffering the consequences might promise something more exciting. She looked at the expectant Alton and knew instantly that he could see the war raging inside her. If he were truly a Dominant as portrayed in Kerry’s magazine, he was quite patient. Hopefully that counted as a good quality for a Dom to possess.

She watched his hands, large with thick fingers, now folded before him. What would they feel like, spanking her for her insubordinate behavior? Or perhaps the punishment for her refusal to undress would involve not touching her? God, this kink shit is so hard to figure out.

“Victoria?” he pressed, a touch of insistence in his voice now.

“Yes, sir.” That gave him pause. Vic realized Alton had never instructed her on how to address him. He appeared to be pleased.

Somehow she willed her legs to work and soon she stood before the tall, beveled mirror framed in a cherry maple stand. She stepped out of her shoes, then lifted each heel one at a time and slipped off her socks. Next would come her white t-shirt, the hem of which she now freed from the unbelted waistband of her jeans just before reaching to pull the material over her head.

“Slower, Victoria,” Alton quietly admonished. “Undressing shouldn’t be a chore or routine.” He paced behind her and she paused, watching his movement in the mirror. He stalked her carefully, his gaze taking in her entire form. “Let your movement become fluid, and graceful,” he said. “Experience the eroticism of the moment…show me your sensual nature.”

“My what?” She bit her lip, ashamed to have let the words slip. She really wanted to laugh, for she never considered herself sexy. Slow motion preening was best left to the Victoria’s Secret models, any of whom could pull it off without looking silly.

But she followed Alton’s instructions, studying herself in the mirror. To her advantage, an attractive young woman did stare back. Dark, straight hair just dusted her shoulders, deep brown eyes marked a bold contrast against her light skin. While not voluptuous, she possessed enough curvature in her ample breasts and womanly hips to display the desired hourglass effect. Alton was right, too, she had good posture…at least right now. She did notice, though, standing up straight gave her bosom quite the appealing lift.

What would it look like without the shirt?

Remembering Alton’s words, she let the hem fall and instead reached behind her for the back collar of her t-shirt. Pulling upward, the material blocked her view for only a moment before flying away to reveal her white cotton bra. She frowned. She would be caught wearing a Doris Day garment during a Bettie Page moment. At least it matched the thong she’d soon expose when she shucked the jeans.

Those went next. Each button torn from the fly signaled a spike in her temperature until she felt her skin aflame. Gaze still on the mirror, she bent forward and pushed the denim over her hips, allowing herself a slight smile at the sound of his breathed approval. The cool air washed over her backside, neutralizing her flesh and teasing her pussy. She pressed her thighs together to stifle the moist sensation threatening to overtake her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Turn around and watch yourself unhook your bra.”

She did as told, craning to look over her right shoulder. Her ass was a perfect inverted heart bordered with white lace. Despite her apparent obedience, she wondered whether he could leave a red handprint across her smooth, pale skin, and how long would the mark remain?

The temptation to stall her undressing and perhaps find out for certain nagged at her, but she continued to strip. The back hook unclasped, Vic crossed her hands to her shoulders and simultaneously eased each strap to her elbows, turning back to watch the bra fall away completely. She watched her hands, as though they acted alone, cup and fondle her breasts. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, studying the dusky pink skin of her areole. How different would Alton’s hands feel against her? His lips, his tongue?

“You’re seeing them for the first time, aren’t you?” Alton asked her.

“I know you are,” Vic said, then gasped at the spontaneous comment. When Alton’s warm laughter rumbled through her she relaxed. “This does bring an interesting perspective, however,” she added. “Growing up, I always seemed to look for changes in my body, but I guess it’s like the watched pot, you know?”

“A watched body never blossoms?” Alton smiled.

She slowly shook her head, not necessarily in dissent. At twenty-four, she could see her breasts for the first time, and note the thickness of her nipples and the faint, pinkish tint of a few freckles in the valley. When had this happened?

Alton’s voice snapped her from her reverie. “I think we’ve accomplished enough here,” he said. “Leave the thong, I like the way it looks on you.” He paused. “Before we go any further, we’ll need a safe word. The major point of play is that everything is safe, sane, and consensual. I can guarantee the first two, as for the third…” He leaned forward, drawing out her response.

“We have a consensus,” Vic said.

He smiled. “Now we just need a word.”

~

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Monday, November 18, 2013

Five Things You Didn't Know About My Book: Truth or Dare

All over Facebook, people are doing these "little known facts" posts. They're given a number and told to reveal that many secrets. I thought this would work great with my books, so here's five fun facts about Truth or Dare.

1) I wrote this book while I was pregnant. Truth or Dare was my second blessed event to happen in the fall of 2004. When I learned I was pregnant, I got the news that Mundania Press, which was about to publish a book I wrote under another name, planned to launch an erotic romance imprint. I had read a few Ellora's Cave titles and wanted to try the genre, so I wrote the story. To my surprise and elation, it was accepted. I like to think all the hormonal issues I suffered at the time helped me write the sexy.

2) Truth or Dare was one of the first books published by Phaze Books. When Phaze launched in November of 2004 it did so with three titles: Fairy Godlover by Devi Sparks, Three Days in New York City by Robin Slick, and my Truth or Dare. More titles followed the next month, and soon I had my first booksigning at the Pink Banana Boutique in Virginia Beach.

3) Truth or Dare was supposed to be a standalone book. When I sat down to write, I didn't do so with the intent to write a series. I'd write the one book, then move on to something else. As I wrote, however, the supporting character Cal stood out more, and I envisioned a story for him. When I finished the book, my editor asked about a sequel, since series in romance were popular. I relented and went to work on Dare Me.

4) The original cover for Truth or Dare raised a lot of eyebrows. Stacey King designed the first cover according to the questionnaire I gave her. The hero, Brady, is a rock pianist, so I thought the piano was important. The result was a revealing cover with quite a bit of skin. I would bring copies of this book to events and signings, and people would just gape at it, then at me, and walk away blushing. Maybe it was a bit before its time?

5) Once upon a time, you could find Truth or Dare in bookstores. Borders carried my first book nationally for a time, right when stores first started carrying Ellora's Cave and Samhain in romance. We had hoped to establish a relationship with them, but alas the chain of stores didn't hang around long enough. I'm still trying.

So there you have it. Hope you enjoyed these fun facts. I'll be back soon with another book.

(Congrats to JM for winning the Kindle Paperwhite, 6" High Resolution Display with Next-Gen Built-in Light, Wi-Fi - Includes Special Offers)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Do You Have Book Amnesia?

Way back in 1991 I didn't have the Internet. We sure as hell didn't have the likes of Goodreads to help us keep track of our books. I had two lined journals into which I recorded the books I read, with some notes:


Cows and Star Trek. Don't judge.

Anyway, cut to 2013 and I'm filling out my Goodreads account with all the books I've read from 1991 through 2004, when I stopped recording. By the end I had become published, and began to spend more time writing. I'd still read, but the volume trickled to a near ooze. For years, though, I'd pledged to read every winner of the Pulitzer Prize for fiction. I still have a long way to go, and every time I go to a bookstore I check for an affordable copy of a book for my TBR.

Over the last year, I've looked around used bookstores for a copy of Foreign Affairs by Alison Lurie. Yes, I could buy it from Amazon or elsewhere online easily, but the thrill of the hunt inspires me. The eBook version is more than $9.99, too, and I'm watching my pennies. This particular Pulitzer winner appealed to me, and unfortunately my library doesn't carry it. So while I wait for my next royalty check I've been poring through my diaries and transferring the books to Goodreads.

Last night, I saw this:


Sandwiched in between The Wizard of OZ and two Danielle Steel novels I read in July, 2003 is Foreign Affairs. According to my diary I have already read this book, yet for the past several years I believed I hadn't. It wasn't ticked off on my online TBR list, and I honestly have no memory of this book. I don't have a copy at home, and I have no memory of obtaining the book to read. Those Danielle Steel novels, however, I recall. In fact, I remember every last Steel novel I've read.

What's more, in the same month I read another Pulitzer winner, Anne Tyler's Breathing Lessons, and recall is zilch on that one. How could I have forgotten these books? Granted, it's been ten years - yet I've prided myself on having a sharp memory. To this day my husband and I reminisce about an amazing eggplant lasagna he cooked twenty years ago. I can remember when I was four years old and got into a car accident in Bozeman, Montana with my family. Why can't I remember two lousy books?

Yes, it's a first world problem, but it does bother me. I'm an author. What if ten years down the road somebody has no memory of reading any of my books? A friend tried to spin it positively for me: maybe that person would buy another copy and read it again. That helps, but I really want to remember reading Breathing Lessons and Foreign Affairs. I've ticked them off the Pulitzer TBR for now, but I feel as though I'd be cheating. I recall all the other Pulitzer books, so what's the deal?

Have you experienced book amnesia? Would you keep the read credit or pick up the book again? I'm leaning toward the latter.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

How to Mentally Spend $200 in a Bookstore

First things first: if you can, please make a donation to the Red Cross to help victims of the typhoon in the Philippines. You can also buy a copy of Coming Together Hurricane Relief Edition, which benefits the RC. I'm not in that one, but I've read it and recommend it. Every bit helps in these situations.

I went to the bookstore last night to have a look around. November is great time for publishing because all the Christmas gift books are ready, and all I have to do is stroll the shelves and spend money in my mind. I likely won't get all the books I ask for this year, but I have a library card and some ARe credit left, so I'll be fine this holiday. Just a few titles I'm looking forward to reading include:

  • Eminent Hipsters by Donald Fagen (big Steely Dan fan here)
  • Robert Plant by Paul Rees (my husband knew a guy who knew Robert Plant; that guy had some interesting stories)
  • Jeeves and the Wedding Bells by Sebastian Faulks (I love the original Jeeves stories. I'm not a fan of these "sequel" books done by other authors, but I'll give this a shot.)
  • Star Wars: Scoundrels by Timothy Zahn (Zahn is my favorite SW tie-in author. Haven't read a SW book in ages, but I hear this is like Oceans 11 with Wookies. Can't ignore that.)
  • In Bed With Gore Vidal by Tim Teeman (My writing professor knew Gore Vidal. Now he had some stories.)
  • Johnny Carson by Henry Bushkin (I hear this haz gossip.)
I'm also reading down my ARe library, will hopefully make a dent over Christmas vacation. What are you reading?



Friday, November 1, 2013

NaNo, No

I'd like to wish all the writers taking part in NaNoWriMo the best of luck this month. I have participated in NaNo, usually unofficially, for the past few years and have done well. Dare to Act was a NaNo project, and I have a few trunk novels I should probably polish. It is with some sadness, though, that I have decided to pass this year. It's not that I do not think NaNo is a good exercise. It's great. I feel this year I need to work at my own pace and take care of some things with regards to my writing.

In lieu of writing 50K in a month, I have decided to up my reading in November. I pledged to read 125 books in 2013, and I'm in the low 90s right now. My plan is to make the goal by November 30 and let my December reading become gravy. I have several TBR books in my ARe library and Kindle stash, plus a few library books out. I slacked off a bit in October, and I am hoping a read-a-thon will help me find some purpose for the coming year.

If you'd like to read more in November, be sure to check out my backlist.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Forthcoming Re-Releases: M/M Erotic Romance

If you stalk me, you might have noticed some of my M/M shorts have disappeared from online bookstores. I recently regained the rights to three stories: Jack of Hearts, Jack of Diamonds, and The Healing. Each of these stories are M/M vampire romances, and each has special significance for me. Jack of Hearts was the first full M/M story I published (there as M/M in Truth or Dare, but that's not a gay novel), and it was also the first M/M title Phaze Books released. The Healing made the shortlist for Best Short Story at the Gaylactic Spectrum Awards, one of the first distinctions I received for my writing. Naturally, I am fond of these works.

So, why pull them? Authors have different reasons for retrieving works once the contracts expire. They may be dissatisfied with their publishers, or they may wish to freshen up their stories for new audiences. For me, it's the latter. These are some of my earliest works, and I feel they have run the course in their original states. I'll let you in on a secret: I had planned to continue the Jack series and to write a prequel to The Healing. I had an idea for Jack of Clubs and Jack of Spades to round out the story, but the plot bunnies had other ideas for me. Looking at these stories, too, I feel I would like to turn up the heat on all of them and do some heavy revisions.

When I pool all of these stories with GPS, which is a mild fantasy M/M, I find I have enough words for another M/M print anthology. I would like to have one for sale when I do Authors After Dark next year, and perhaps GayRomLit. Right now I'm kicking around titles to go with M-Squared, my first M/M collection.

So that's the current state of Ellwood right now. NaNoWriMo is around the corner, too, and I have that to think about as well. More news as it happens. :)

Friday, October 25, 2013

Join Me at TRS Parties for Spookapalooza!

All through this week and next, I'm at TRS Parties for their annual Spookapalooza celebration. I'm talking about my paranormal stories and giving away books. Be sure to stop by my post about menage romance and comment to win a book, and don't forget I'm still giving away a Kindle Paperwhite. Enter below and you may win!

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Now Available: Closer to the Heart (MMM Menage)

Happy Monday, everybody! I am pleased to announce the release of a new, hot short. Closer to the Heart is the follow-up to my MMM story, Long Awaited Friend, and this new one has hotter scenes I hope you'll love.

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Keith Zander faces two possible paths: help out a friend in need or return home to resolve his feelings for his band mates, Nat and Kurt. Though Keith wants very much to make music again, the pull of his heart proves stronger. Is Keith headed in the right direction?

Closer is the third MMM menage I've written, and I enjoyed working on this story. I'm tempted to round this off into a trilogy, so we'll see how this one is received before I decide.

In the meantime, I'm off to work on my next WIP, an MMF which will probably end up around 30K, and after that an extension of the F/F short I wrote for Coming Together: Girl on Girl. I'm still waiting to hear on a F/F novella I wrote for a call. The deadline for that call is November 1, but I don't know if I'll hear sooner. 

I still have reading to do as well. I'm on the third book of the Sideboob Hour list. Going to be a busy Fall.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

New Release and a Kindle Giveaway!

I am pleased to announce that Kat's latest book, Killing the Kordovas is available for sale in eBook!

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WARNING: This book contains rough language, spoilers for a possible sequel to Judy Blume’s Blubber, suggested lyrics for the theme to Sanford and Son, and one very mixed-up romance author.

Words come easily to writer Danni Hewitt. If only success did the same. The news of America’s latest reality sweetheart inking a major book deal sends Danni spiraling into depression, to the point where the idea of soothing her jealousy with a murderous rampage appeals to her.

Of course, this requires getting close enough to Krystal Kordova and her family to draw blood, something Danni achieves when she manages to land a job as Krystal’s ghostwriter.

Is the pen deadlier than the sword? Stick with Danni and find out.

To celebrate my release, I'm giving away a Kindle Paperwhite and select books to get one lucky reader started! I've asked some friends to donate an eBook each to the cause - you'll meet  them later this week. For now, enter to win the giveaway below, and good luck!


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Monday, October 14, 2013

Cover Reveal: Closer to the Heart by Leigh Ellwood

Coming soon, the follow-up to my MMM story Long Awaited Friend. Here is the cover for Closer to the Heart.


Keith Zander faces two possible paths: help out a friend in need or return home to resolve his feelings for his band mates, Nat and Kurt. Though Keith wants very much to make music again, the pull of his heart proves stronger. Is Keith headed in the right direction?

Closer to the Heart features explicit sex scenes between men (M/M and MMM menage). It may be read as a standalone, but you are welcome to read the preceding story, Long Awaited Friend.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Super Awesome Coming Together Bookgasm Giveaway!

Now through November 30, you can enter to win 23 erotica anthologies from Coming Together. The prize package includes Coming Together: Girl on Girl (which I edited) and Coming Together As One (in which I have a story). I have read a number of these anthologies and can tell you they contain some of the best erotic short stories I've read. Coming Together attracts the cream of the crop in the erotica genre - books have won awards and one was an RT Top Pick. Girl on Girl is up for an AAD Bookie this year, and hopefully we'll have more news on the award front.

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Monday, September 30, 2013

Sideboob Reading Challenge: A Tangled Web by Judith Michael (Spoilers)

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Judith Michael's Deceptions was published in 1982 and a miniseries based on the book came out a few years later. The sequel, A Tangled Web, came out in the early 90s. I haven't researched too deeply into the motivation behind writing a story that ended with such finality, and I'm not sure I'd find it online anyway. I'm reminded a bit of a story told by another author, James W. Hall, at a signing over 20 years ago. Details are fuzzy, but the gist was that publishers are more receptive if a story they're behind has a sequel. Whether A Tangled Web was written out of financial motivation or because a rampant plot bunny took control, I don't know, but once I learned of its existence I had to read it.

I'll warn you, the book can be a bit hard to follow, mainly for the grand use of flashbacks and deus ex machina. We leave Sabrina in Deceptions taking over for her departed sister; she and her brother-in-law fall in love and return home as though it had always been that way. Web opens about a year after the twin sisters switch lives, and Sabrina is clued in to a look-alike spotted in Europe. So Stephanie, who hedged on wanting to switch back, could be alive after all. Dun dun dun!

Here follows several hundred pages of backstory, which explains that Stephanie and her lover Max survived the explosion on his yacht, how she suffered amnesia, and how they hid out in France while Max resumed his dubious business practices. Sabrina's backstory, interwoven here, covers a number of side-plots that seem superfluous as you're reading them (college finance scandal, troubles with a grad student), but they happen to prove Sabrina's investment in her new marriage and family. While she keeps some remnants of her true past visible, her decision to sell "Sabrina's" antique business coincides with the discovery of her presumed-dead sister. 

Probably the one flaw I found with the book is best described as the Annie Wilkes moment. Remember in Misery how Annie rants that Paul can't magically revive Misery because in his last book she was dead and in the ground? Deceptions had a similar problem - there are funeral scenes, and there is a body. A Tangled Web attempts to explain this with a guest on Max's yacht who (surprise) happens to look like Sabrina/Stephanie. An explosion would definitely have messed her up, and the ex-husband who identified her barely looked at the body. I guess, too, nobody bothers to confirm with dental records in Europe. Problem solved.

You get quite a bit of backstory in this novel, too, in the event you read Web first. As sequels go, I found it entertaining and I did like revisiting characters. Some might have the ending figured out, but I have to say it genuinely surprised me.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Sideboob Reading Challenge: Deceptions by Judith Michael (Spoilers)

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I took advantage of a non-stop cross-country flight to read the first book on my Sideboob Hour Reading Challenge, Deceptions by Judith Michael. As I mentioned in a previous post, I had seen the miniseries based on this novel many, many years ago. It still amazes me, after all these years, I can remember details about the program and how it differs from the novel. Ask me who's sitting on the Supreme Court now; I'm a total dunce there.

Anyway, if you don't want to be spoiled, go visit my website and check out my books. I just released Daringly Delicious in audiobook and Closer to the Heart should be out this winter.

Deceptions is the story of identical twin sisters, Stephanie and Sabrina, who grew up traveling the world due to their father's position as a diplomat. Stephanie longed for permanence and went on to marry a professor and have children, while Sabrina married and divorced a titled scoundrel and started up a successful antiques/design business. Now in her thirties, Stephanie feels the pull of freedom and longs to take a break from domesticity. She and Sabrina concoct a plan, while they are on an antiques hunting trip, to switch places for a week and live the other's life.

So there's a touch of Prince and the Pauper going on here. With Stephanie's marriage on the rocks, Sabrina doesn't have to worry about sleeping with her brother-in-law, and with Sabrina being single Stephanie can live out the week freely. Of course, you know things are going to happen according to plan. Sabrina injures herself, forcing the twins to prolong the charade, and Stephanie discovers she enjoys the high life and male attention from more than one suitor. Along the way, Stephanie uncovers shady dealings connected with Sabrina's shop, and is killed in an explosion set up by some baddies before she and Sabrina can switch back.

Having seen the movie, I knew the general story going in, so very little in this book surprised me. To my memory, these are differences between the miniseries and book:

  • In the book, Sabrina breaks her wrist riding a bike. In the movie it's a car accident.
  • In the movie, Sabrina is sleeping with a man to repay a debt. No mention of that in the book.
  • In the book, Sabrina is pursued by a Brazilian billionaire and she rebuffs him. Stephanie has nothing to do with him. In the movie, the man is Italian and Stephanie has an affair with him.
  • In the movie, Stephanie's children learn their mother was killed and Sabrina lets people in on the switch. In the book, Sabrina and Stephanie's husband Garth agree to keep up the charade, so nobody else knows. I imagine it was done that way in the movie for a resolution - and it's possible the sequel was not out yet.
Now, to the book: I liked it. The book offered more backstory on Stephanie and Sabrina and gave them more depth. You understand better Stephanie's restlessness and Sabrina's independence. What annoyed me most about the book was the constant head-hopping, often between paragraphs - I found it unruly and distracting. I imagine this was a common device for the time, because I don't see it so much now, and when I take on A Tangled Web I expect I'll have the same complaint. 

For a long plane ride, Deceptions helped pass the time. Looking forward to knocking out the rest of the Sideboob list.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

TBR Reading Challenge: The Sideboob Hour

Don't ask me to explain how my train of thought works. Sometimes I believe I've been gifted with a curiosity for unnecessary trivia. I may spend an evening working on a story, or checking Facebook, and suddenly I'll wonder whatever happened to some semi-obscure sitcom actor (let's say Henry Polic II...aw, just checked Wikipedia and he died last month). Once on Wikipedia I end up sucked into the site and I'm looking up all sort of crap.

I'll hope you'll forgive me for not being able to explain how I came to look up Deceptions, which was a miniseries in the mid-1980s starring Stephanie Powers in a dual role as twins who switch places for a week for grins. One is married and dowdy, the other single and glamorous, and there are sexy results and murder and I won't spoil it for you. I recall watching it in junior high and was riveted - the late 70s and 80s were ripe with TV movies of the week and miniseries based on hot-selling novels, many of them romance. You don't see that anymore on network television; these days you have to check Lifetime and Hallmark for the adaptations, but I find I miss them because there's too much competition, and I don't check listings regularly to see what's on.

Yes, I'm digressing again. Sorry.

I may have seen in the mid-1980s that Deceptions was based on a novel by Judith Michael, but 30 years of living the good life helped me forget that. What I didn't realize until this weekend was that Michael wrote a sequel to the book. I confess, I am a sequel ho. I may get into a series and burn out eventually, but at the very least I always check out the second book, even if I didn't like the first much. It's my two-strike rule, and if I see improvement I'll move forward. This weekend I visited a used bookstore and managed to score both Deceptions and A Tangled Web, both of which I plan to put away on a long plane ride.

This got me thinking, though, about all the racy bestsellers of the 70s and 80s I missed by virtue of youth. My mother was seriously into Robin Cook medical thrillers when I was young, so there were no books with sexy covers lying around the house. When I'd visit my aunt in Kentucky I'd find shopping bags full of Silhouettes and Harlequins, but nary an opportunity to grab one. I have set so many reading goals for this decade...what's one more?

Therefore, I'm setting up a personal TBR challenge, nicknamed The Sideboob List. It's called such after a scene in "Family Guy" where Peters hosts a TV show called "The Sideboob Hour," which showcases all the partial nudity of 70s-80s TV. I'm sure the miniseries and TV movies made from some of these books would have qualified for such a program.

This list contains sexy, raunchy old school books of the 70s and 80s - not all are romances, but all are certainly indulgences. So far, I've decided upon the following books, none of which I have read:
If you're game, you're welcome to ride along. You can follow along on my Old School Challenge shelf at Goodreads, and I'll set one up at Booklikes once the import of all my books is completed.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Pre-Order Killing the Kordovas by Kathryn Lively

If you purchase eBooks at OmniLit or Smashwords, you can pre-order my latest books, Killing the Kordovas, which comes out October 15!

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WARNING: This book contains rough language, spoilers for a possible sequel to Judy Blume’s Blubber, suggested lyrics for the theme to Sanford and Son, and one very mixed-up romance author.

Words come easily to writer Danni Hewitt. If only success did the same. The news of America’s latest reality sweetheart inking a major book deal sends Danni spiraling into depression, to the point where the idea of soothing her jealousy with a murderous rampage appeals to her.

Of course, this requires getting close enough to Krystal Kordova and her family to draw blood, something Danni achieves when she manages to land a job as Krystal’s ghostwriter.

Is the pen deadlier than the sword? Stick with Danni and find out.

~

While preparing for this book's release, I've had a difficult time discerning it's categories. Kordovas is not a mystery in the traditional sense, and while there are thrilling moments I hesitate to classify it as a thriller. The main character is a woman, but it's not really chick lit. I've been describing it to people as American Psycho meets Louie. Not sure how you pick a book category from that.

Anyway, I have a Goodreads giveaway in the works, but if you are active on Goodreads or have a book blog you may contact me about an eARC for review. Please mail arecafe at gmail dot com if interested.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Bundling and Price Match...Sounds Like a Slogan

Lots of news to report this week. First up, the audio version of Daringly Decadent will come to audio via iTunes, Audible, and Amazon very soon. Hope you enjoy it. If you're into audio, you can get the preceding story, Daringly Delicious, on audio now. I'm excited to have another audio book available - and look forward to getting some more out there.

Available now is a new bundle of three novels. For a limited time, you can get Love's DoMINion, Happily Ever After, and Boone for just 99 cents. Price goes up soon, so don't wait. You can also go to Kindle and buy it. Box sets and bundles appear to be the rage these days, and I certainly don't mind offering different ways to get my stories. The three books here are available separately in eBook, too, and two are in print. If you never bought them individually, they're new to you, so why not get the big book?

Once I decide the fate of another title, I may do an all M/M bundle that will include Bittersweet and GPS. Always something in the fire here.

Lastly, I received an email from KDP that they now offer a program that lets you discount an eBook for readers who buy print. So if you were to buy any of my DLP Books titles in print, you can get the eBook for a discount or for free. Since my DLP Books titles are on the inexpensive side anyway, I've enrolled the titles to go for free in eBook to print buyers. This is something I've wanted to do anyway, give the eBook free to a print buyer. Amazon made it easy for me.

What's more, Coming Together is discounting through the match program, too. So you can get Coming Together: Girl on Girl in print and buy the eBook cheap. I'm not sure about the discount, but all the money goes to charity.

What else, what else? Oh, I'm getting into my next WIP, the followup to Long Awaited Friend. Toying with changing the title to Long Awaited Love. We'll see.