Monthly Archives: June 2013

Tales From The SFR Brigade

The Science Fiction Romance Brigade antho is available free! Pick yours up today!

Gotta Name My Blog

Last fall, I took part in a discussion about how to raise the visibility of The Science Fiction Romance Brigade. The answer seemed obvious to me – a short story anthology, offered for free, featuring the best that the group had to offer.  I tossed out the suggestion to the group. The members thought it was a fine idea. I was busily working on HERO’S END and I knew that whoever they found to head up this antho would have their work cut out for them.  Little did I realize that I was going to be tapped to be the Editor-In-Chief of said project.

Fortunately, Author Paula Diane Dooley came on board to work with authors as the Development Editor, and author Laurie A. Green served as our Editor-At-Large, securing our cover art and keeping the members and authors informed of everything every step of the way.

We worked out…

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How I Made My Killer T-Shirt Skirt

I don’t mean to toot my own horn…wait…actually, I do.

I’ve had this Danzig concert T-shirt since I saw them with Metallica back in high school.  It is one of my favorite concert T’s–thrall demonsweatlive on the back (amazing CD, BTW) and the old devil skull over a cross on the front.  It’s dark. It’s delicious. It’s freakin’ Danzig, man.

It’s also a boxy concert T, and therefore relegated to pajama duty.  Or at least, it was…

A few months ago, I saw my cousin’s wife wearing a T-shirt-turned-skirt and that kicked my plan into gear.  I didn’t try it until today, because I was a-scared of a-screwin’ it up.

But, lo and behold, I created a KILLER SKIRT!

Bad ass ass cover

Bad ass ass cover

Here’s what I did:

At the neck opening, cut along the shoulder seem. When you get to the sleeve, keep cutting in an imaginary straight line.  Do this on the other side. This is going to be the bottom of your skirt, so whatever picture/words you have on it will be upside down. It’s okay. It’ll still look cool, I promise.

I have a serger (as I used to make cloth diapers for my babies because a little part of me is crazy hippy—-plus I could have skulls and crossbones and Scooby Do catching their pee, and hand-knit wool pants in rainbow colors on top.  Don’t judge me—join me. Cloth diapers are the coolest.)

Anyway, so I serge from the end of one sleeve all the way across, leaving it jagged as it was cut because it looks wicked awesome that way. Then I did the same on the back.  The sleeve holes were cuffed and sewn (probably by Glenn Danzig himself) so I didn’t serge over them, but you could if you want.

Danzig Skirt

If you don’t have a serger, you can use a regular sewing machine on a zig-zag stitch.  You could also leave it raw, since T-shirts are a tight knit and won’t fray.  The most they’ll do is curl depending on your cut angle.

I was planning on putting elastic on the top originally, but I didn’t love the idea. I decided to turn it inside out and sew along both sides a few inches in to make the opening at the top fitted, and reduce some bulk at the hips. It worked, and stays up without elastic.  Just measure it to your body to decided how much to sew.  You can always run a tighter bead inside your original to get it just right.  I may go back and make mine a bit tighter later, as I can see it will likely stretch over time.

Danzig Skirt2

And that’s it!  I can’t wait to make another one with my old Nirvana and Pearl Jam T’s!  I’ll be wearing these puppies to concerts all summer long!


Wendi Zwaduk Brings Her Tiger Shifters. Oh My!

Author Wendi Zwaduk stopped over today for an interview!  Thanks for coming, Wendi!

1.Please give us a two-hundred word teaser from your latest release, as well as the tag line for your book.  

They want their mate. She wants love without pain. Together, they can be whole. 

A vision formed behind his closed eyelids. The woman, curves where a woman should be curvy, black hair in fat curls dangling down her back, and not a stitch of clothing in sight, danced. The spotlight she moved in front of gave him the perfect outline of her body and a tantalizing hint of her identity. He’d know her anywhere. His mouth watered, and he longed to touch her. He slid down in his seat and thanked the Goddess the desk hid his erection. He cupped the bulge in his pants with both hands and stroked in time with her swaying.

Kaia Martin. His tiger roared from within. The moment he laid eyes on her, he and his animal knew she’d complete him. Whether she’d fit in with him and his brother … they’d figure that out soon enough. Better to tempt her with one tiger than to scare the living fuck out of her with both of them at the same time.

He rested his head on the back of his chair and continued to stroke himself. He needed to see her.

2. Did you always want to be an author? 

Nope. I wanted to be a history teacher.  I love history and researching stuff that happened before. But I don’t have the patience for teenagers.

3.While you’re writing/planning—music or no music?  If music, what kind? 

Always music. If it’s quiet, then I can’t write. I’ve been like that since I was in school. I used to drive my mother crazy because I had to sit in front of the TV to do my homework. Didn’t have to be something I liked, per se, just noise. I’m still like that. I need music, but I’ve only created a few playlists. I usually just listen to whatever is on the general playlist on my iTunes.

4.   Do you base your characters on real people? Hollywood or every day acquaintances? 

They aren’t based on anyone in particular, but the twins look a lot like JJ Watt from the Texans. I wanted a guy who was tall, strong and cat-like in his reflexes. JJ fit the bill. Plus, he’s cute.

5.   Do you NaNoWriMo?  Why or why not? 

I have and tend to cheat. I pack two or three shorter works into my goal instead of a longer one. I don’t tend to write really long that often, so it works better for me. Yep, I’m a cheater.

6.   Cats or dogs? 

Cats and dogs. I’ve got two of both and love them. I never thought I was a dog person until I rescued a beagle/basset from the pound. She adopted me and decided I was her person. I’ve got a cat who is mine, but he’s only decided I’m his person when it’s time for food.

7.   Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Yes. It can happen, but it’s rare. Too many people believe their lives will be automatically fixed because they found that one person. Love can happen quick but it takes work to make it last.


Want to know more about Dual Threat? Here you go!

They want their mate. She wants love without pain. Together, they can be whole. 

Kaia Martin dances to pay the bills. She doesn’t mind baring her body, but her heart? That’s another question. But what happens when two tiger shifters push her out of her comfort zone and into her heart’s desire?

Evan and Ian Davis have been in love with Kaia since the moment they met her. Their tigers know she’s the one for them. They’ve waited long enough for her to see what they’ve always known—she’s their mate. Can these twin tiger shifters prove love really can conquer all?

Coming June 10th from Liquid Silver Books!

Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? 

Like spicy romance? So do I! Come along on this journey with me.

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!



Melissa Lummis’ “Samskaras” Release!

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When the universe conspired to bring Loti and Wolf together, it was just getting warmed up.  After surviving Modore’s assassination attempt on Wolf, the lovers want nothing more than some peace and quiet, but the universe has other plans for them.

And Loti and Wolf are done waiting to find out what they are.

Convinced there will be no happily-ever-after for them until Modore is dealt with, they form a dubious alliance with untrustworthy forces from Wolf’s past. While searching for clues to the homicidal vampire’s whereabouts, they uncover secrets that begin to unravel reality as they know it.  Tangled up in black ops conspiracies and fae treachery, they make a fatal mistake—overlooking the enemy in their midst.

Can love and light survive a downward spiral into darkness?

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and Enlightened (Book 1 in the Love and Light Series) is available, too!




Loti Dupree’s meager healing abilities have been more a curse than a blessing. What’s the point if she can’t save her husband from cancer? Harboring a painful secret, Loti flees the life they had in a small Appalachian town for the ashram, the spiritual retreat where she trained to be a yogini. But she finds herself running from more than grief when an ominous nightmare sets her on a dangerous path of self-discovery that challenges everything she believes–and threatens her life.

While dodging psychic attacks from an unknown assailant, Loti races to understand who and what she is before her enemy can catch up with her. To make matters worse, events throw her into the arms of a handsome but frustrating vampire. Love and light are waiting for her—if she can only figure out how to stay alive.

About the Author

Melissa Lummis considers herself a truth seeker, a peaceful warrior, a paranormal and fantasy writer, an avid reader, a thru-hiker GA->ME ’98, a wife, a mother, and a free thinker. She believes the universe conspires to help an adventurer, and that if we live our lives as if it is a daring adventure (and it is!), then everything we need will find its way to us.

The author lives in rural Virginia with her husband, two children, an Alaskan Malamute and a myriad of forest creatures. The nature of her mind dictates that she write to stay sane. Otherwise, her fertile imagination takes off on tangents of its own accord, creating scenarios and worlds that confuse the space-time continuum.
Namaste, dear friends.

Chili for the Summer Chillin’ Blog Hop

I made some kick-tale chili last night, so I thought I’d share my recipe.  Keep in mind, I’m not a measurer, or a recipe follower.  I’m more of a dumper-inner and taster.  If you are a recipe Nazi, best be on your way because you and I are never gonna cook together.

So, anyway, I’d been thawing out some pork loin pieces, but had friends over for dinner the other night and decided to make a big pork roast (which I thought was the right cut for pulled-pork, but it turned out it was a higher cut and wouldn’t pull after I crock-potted it all day). That’s neither here nor there—my point is, I had a shit-load of pork in my fridge.

Pork, pork and more pork

Pork, pork and more pork (Photo credit: su-lin)

I decided a little pork chili was in order (my favorite kind of chili, by the way.  I love me some pig).

Here’s what I did:

Heated up this big wok I never use and put some olive oil in.  Dumped the better part of a bag of frozen chopped onion and peppers in to cook a bit. After they were sautéed or whatever you wanna call that, I put my cubed raw pork in and cooked on low until mostly unpink.

Then I dumped in an old jar of mango salsa I needed to get rid of. Then I dumped in some Prego marinara since I didn’t have any canned tomatoes or what have you.

Then I dumped in an entire bag of frozen sweet corn because the cornier the better.

Then I dumped in a rinsed can of kidney beans and a rinsed can of mushrooms.

Then I pulled a bunch of pork off that crockpotted pork and put it in.

Meanwhile, I’m stirring once in a while.

I squeezed in some Sriracha hot chili sauce and poured in a packet of taco seasoning I had never used from one of those taco kits.

Shook in some shaky onion and garlic (Tastefully Simple), only a wee bit of chili powder in case I could convince some kids to eat it, and ground some fresh pepper over the top. I added a  pinch or two of sea salt.

I simmered it up for a bit, and then served with whole grain garlic bread from the freezer section.  Viola.

Oh, I sprinkled some grated Mexican-mix cheese on top, but I tell ya, it didn’t even need it, it was that good.


Good Vodka Gone Wrong: The Summer Chillin’ Blog Hop!

So there I was, searching for a recipe for the Summer Chillin’ Blog Hop, with the recent realization that oh yeah, a picture would be nice here, when I decided a drink was in order.Summer Chillin Button (1)

A drink recipe, that is. Added bonus that I would make it (for the photo, of course) and then…well, waste not, want not and all that jazz.

So, I glom onto the Pepperoncini Martini idea.  I enjoy these on occasion.  Not sure if I’d choose pickle or pepperoncini if it came to a showdown, but since I put hot sauce on my hot sauce, I picked the hot pepper.

I look over my bottles (I have a few) and see a Grey Goose staring back at me. Now, normally, I’m a gin martini girl, but I’ve never been known to look a gift vodka in the cork. My bad, this time.

more pics from a while ago

more pics from a while ago (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This particular bottle came from one of my hubby’s recent trips back to his parent’s home.  His dad died not too long ago, and my lovin’ man’s been working at getting the house cleaned out. Needless to say, it’s a monstrous job. Also maybe needless to say, there were a fair amount of forgotten bottles of various types of alcohol in the basement.

So, I have a new old bottle of Grey Goose.  I look at the squat little bottle of Tanqueray and (yeah, I know–I’m a walking freakin’ cliche) I go with the bigger bottle.

I line out my ingredients for the photo-op.

I pour my beverage for the grand finale picture (and because now I’m getting thirsty).

Snap a pic, and I bring that baby to my parched lips. I take a sip.

WTF? Something seems off here, but I haven’t put any ice in (for my “recipe’s” sake, I’ll have you know I drop a cube in, stir it about three times, and fish it out with a spoon so as not to water my ‘tini down).  Maybe the warmth is throwing me off?

I do the ice-cube thing and sip again.  Double WTF?  There is almost a musty something going on. I take another sip because I must be crazy. No, not crazy. I take another sip just because, and then I go to sniff my jar of peppers. That must be it, right? Neither vodka nor vermouth go bad, right?

Peppers smell perfectly peppery.

Okay, now I go for the vodka, because that vermouth is a relatively fresh buy. I pop off the cork top and finally notice the dark grey tinge to the end. Smell it and verify that, indeed, my vodka has gone moldy.  I smell the bottle itself, the liquid still water-clear, and detect the musty odor.

Seriously?  I’ve dumped out bottle after bottle of cork-contaminated wine from that house, lamenting the loss of decent alcohol.  Never in a million years would I have guessed that vodka could go bad, though. And it didn’t even take a million years.  Probably about twenty to thirty.


I pour myself a gin martini (with a screw cap) like I should have done in the first place. Now it isn’t for a recipe photo.  It’s just to kill the mold I have growing inside me.

Here’s my recipe (minus the pictures because they just bring up bad memories):

Pour a splash of pepperoncini juice in the bottom of your martini glass.

Fish out a cute pepper and plop it in.

Pour gin to a millimeter of the glass-top.

Wave the cap of vermouth over your glass.

Take a few sips to make room for your ice-cube stir thingy if you need it.  Odds are, after a few sips, you’ll forget all about the ice.



Finding Inspiration in the Oddest Places: The SFR Brigade Midsummer Blog Hop



My five-year old guilted me into stepping away from my computer when I took him to a playground the other day.  Not another kid in sight, I was enlisted to play.  Damn.  And I had editing to do, too.  But he told me to hurry up and hop on his ship before the hot lava got me, and I had no choice but to leap onto a ladder.  I was already warming up to this game as I asked, “Ship?  Is it a space ship?”

“Yeah!” he answered, sensing my weakness and striking the killing blow without a blink.  That’s my boy. He’s also great at calling me his “sweet, beautiful mama,” when he wants something.  Totally works, even though I see through him, the little scoundrel.  Anyway, he launched into how we were on an inhospitable planet—okay, not those exact words—but he describes the lava, which goes from the boiling hot to the freezing cold variety after I ask which planet we’re on, and he says Pluto. 

Now, the kid knows Pluto’s damn cold. He’s also well aware that it isn’t considered a planet now.  But, like his mother, he refuses to give credence to whomever decided to revoke its planetary status.  It’s BS, we tell ya! Our Pluto planet will kick your unremarkable Kuiper Belt object‘s atmosphere any day of its 90,720-day year!

Anyway, we high-tailed-it off Pluto and blasted to a new planet where we put on our imaginary space gear before heading off to explore its primary-colored landscape and vaguely familiar rubbery terrain.  We were sent running back to the ship when a killer storm whipped up in the form of deadly acid rain.  And just for the record, I’m totally using that in my next sci-fi book. I just need to figure out the logistics, but the boy’s got some solid gold ideas!

What could have been a lackluster editing session while the kid went up and down the slide a few times between bouts of whining about being bored, became a role-playing, brainstorming session, complete with quality time with the youngest.  He has since suckered me into our space game on a number of occasions.  Not too long ago, I made him drive me to Saturn where I planted dill. A Shnozzle Bozzle, who resembled his older sister, attacked us, but eventually we befriended the odd creature and took it back to Earth with us. 

Odds are, the Shnozzle Bozzle won’t make it into my next book. Well, maybe a horror short where its introduction to Earth results in massive casualties to the indigenous species. But my point is that we need to be receptive to inspiration.  We can’t tune out the world and hide in our little writing caves hoping to come up with something extraordinary—lightning can’t strike us there!  

Get out.  Explore.  Have some fun, because living is the best way to get your brain chewing on the possibilities.

And if you hit a road block, find a five-year old.  They can help you remember what imagination is all about.  If nothing else, it will probably be fun!

The Sci-fi Romance Brigade is hosting a fantastic blog hop with kick-ass prizes!

1st Prize – $150 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice) and an
ebook bundle (currently Ghost in the Machine, Bayne, Recast Book
1:Wither, Recast Book 2:Clash, Alien Adoration, Switched, Reckless
Rescue, Wreck of the Nebula Dream, Keir, Terms & Conditions Apply, The
Key, Marya, The Iron Admiral, Sasha’s Calling, Trouble at the Hotel
Baba Ghanoush, Winter in Paradise, Once Upon a Time in Space, the
Telomere trilogy, Winter Fusion, Blue Nebula, Demential, Wytchfire,
Maven, Fires of Justice, Interface, Girl under Glass, and Breakout.
Bonus books – Ghost Planet, The Iron Admiral: Conspiracy and
Deception, The Plan, Starburst, Stark Pleasure, and Games of Command.)

2nd Prize – $50 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice)

3rd Prizes – four $25 Amazon or B&N gift cards (given to separate
winners and their choice)

Nice, right?  Here’s the link to throw your name in the ring, and international winners are welcome, by the way.

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Don’t forget to check out all of our blogger’s posts and enter to win plenty of individual giveaways as well!

“Sticking It” by K. Vale– #Free Story for LHNB

Yay!  My long short story “Sticking It,” is up on the Goodreads M/M Romance group’s Love Has No Boundaries thread!

I’m so excited!

I never wrote a blurb for this story, so no time like the present…


When a fraternity dare backfires, gymnast Dane Christakos thinks the guy he’s hot for is about to stab him in the back. He’s more than pleasantly surprised when, instead, cute computer geek Adam Kennedy comes to his rescue. A hot encounter in a fast-food parking lot has Dane thinking he’s finally found Mr. Right.

But can Adam let go of his insecurities after a failed past relationship? Dane will have to work hard to wear him down. Persistence has made the muscle-bound athlete an Olympic hopeful, and with a little luck and a lot of charisma,  it just might get him the guy, too.


“Sticking It,” is a 13000 word free read. It can be found on Goodreads here, and a download will be available on this host site soon.  Check back for availability if you’d rather read on your e-reader than a computer screen. 🙂


Big Prizes: The Sci-Fi Romance Brigade Blog Hop

No, it hasn’t started yet, but keep it on your radar! Look at the minimum prize packages we have lined up!


1st Prize – $150 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice) and an ebook bundle (currently Alien Adoration, Demetional, Wytchfire, Ghost Planet, The Iron Admiral, Games of Command, Keir and Terms & Conditions Apply)

2nd Prize – $50 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice)

3rd Prizes – two $25 Amazon or B&N gift cards (given to separate winners and their choice)

The hop begins on June 21.  Here is a list of all of the bloggers so far. Don’t forget to check back here, and don’t worry, I’ll keep ya posted (get it? Posted?).


What to Read Before 50 Shades of Grey

What?  I thought it was after 50 Shades of Grey?  Well, that version is the ever-popular promotional slogan erotica authors are using.  Did you love 50 Shades of Grey?  Then try this other book!  Look, there’s a single article of clothing on the cover! It seems to be working, too.  I know there is a FB page dedicated to erotic romance promo under the “What to read after” heading (and I’m totally cool with that, by the way).

It makes sense.  Readers who never cracked an erotic book (or uploaded one) have gotten a taste for the genre with the  breaking dawn of 50 Shades (did you hear what my tongue did there in my cheek?  So clever, I know). But, is it possible that the book-hungry public should be reading some things before 50 Shades of Grey?  Especially people who might be squeamish about “too much graphic sex” in books.  Perhaps starting with 50 Shades isn’t the best plan?

There is, after all, the tampon scene.

Now, I’m not going to pretend I’ve read 50 Shades of Grey. Some people might say, “But you write erotica! How can you not have read it?” Yes, I do write and read erotica, and because of it, I think the novelty that 50 Shades has been to the first-timers will be lost on me. I also made it through one Twilight book, and didn’t bother with any of the others.  One was plenty.  Too much, even.

No need to string me up for it.  I think it boils down to the fact that I like my heroines to be strong—plain and simple.  Just personal preference.  I want them kicking ass and taking names; totally comfortable in their skin, and aware of what they want and how to get it.  I don’t want to live vicariously through someone who is virginal and insecure. Nothing about those qualities turns me on or makes me excited to walk in her shoes.

Anyway, this is simply a thought.  There are plenty of alternatives for initiation into the erotic romance genre. Maybe, just maybe, crashing the whips and chains club isn’t the best way to ease into it.  Don’t get me wrong–I like the whips and chains club on occasion. I’m just saying that losing your erotica virginity to the enigmatic and brooding Mr. Christian Grey might not be the best way to go.

But, hey.  What the hell would I know, right? I’ve never even read the books.


Whether you’ve read 50 Shades or not, here is what you should read now.  My book, Star Catcher releases today from Liquid Silver Books.  😉  Hop on in—the erotic romance waters are just fine for the tramps and virgins alike!


Excerpt from Star Catcher by Kimber Vale:

Noth had gazed curiously about her room as Stella closed the door and twisted the lock to the side. He thought she wanted more food, but did not see an eating area here, only sleeping quarters with a data-entry station. What did this strange Earth female plan to do now?

“I can think of something I wouldn’t mind snacking on,” Stella said, turning to him. Her mouth curved up and her eyes sparkled. They were such an attractive shade. There were no light eyes on Artanos. They reminded him of the color of growing things when the dry season ended and water fell from the sky once more. It was his favorite time of the year, when the land was so colorful and alive. Like Stella. She made everything more vibrant somehow.

The blood-pumping organ in his chest thumped violently, hard and fast against its confines, as she stood up on her toes to kiss him again.

Oh, good. More kissing. This is my favorite thing about Earth so far. And then eyes scream.

She must have changed her mind about the snacks. Noth had a large amount of the anatomy book to read yet, but this was so much better. He would definitely rather do kissing than learn about the human female reproductive system. Work could wait for one night.

The act was thrilling. It felt both unfamiliar and natural at the same time. He kissed her across her cheek and down her neck, working on sheer instinct as he nibbled her earlobe and teased the inside with his tongue. Stella’s breath was hot and fast against his skin. She seemed to enjoy his touch. How can this be? When Artanians attempted procreation, the act was nothing but business. But this was enjoyable.

Strange, she wiggled her body against his as if she wanted to be fertilized. Even odder, the notion appealed to him.

He did not even know if this human female was ovulating, as they called it in his anatomy book. He reached out and rubbed her mating area through her jeans. He could detect a hint of moisture there. Maybe she was at her fertile time? She was wet enough—not that he could ever mate with someone from this species.

The Earthling certainly seemed to want to try.

Mother of Scrion! Her hands were on his brackligg, stroking it up and down! Usually only the males did that for themselves before the fertilization act. Never the females. This felt like pleasure. It was nothing like work, or service, or duty—the words he associated with seed-sharing.

“I want to wrap my lips around your cock,” she whispered in his ear. He had no idea what this “cock” was, but he was willing to let her try. His brackligg jumped in her hands at the suggestion. It seemed to like the idea as well.

Before he knew what she planned, Stella was pushing him onto her sleeping pallet and removing his clothes. He could only stare, stupefied, as she lowered her mouth to his brackligg.

Their eyes met with her lips wrapped around his swelling body part, and she pulled off him long enough to ask a question.

“What? Do you like that?” Her voice was throaty, enchanting, and she took his brackligg back into her mouth before he could respond.

“Ahhh,” he answered, as understanding and pleasure crashed into him at once. “That is a cock.”

She removed her mouth again, but her fist continued to pump around his shaft as she spoke. “Oh, this is a cock all right.”


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