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Color Me Scrooged: #Giveaway

I am the crappiest blogger in the New England area lately. Here’s to hopin’ someone pins a cyber-badge on my ass in honor of my shitastic laziness.

Well, the Christmas season is truly upon me. I’m done shopping, for better or worse–suck it up, children, you’re only getting six gifts per annoying jerkface this year and that is me totally overlooking some terrible behavior. Said kids are now home for a hot week and a half (read: Dear Lord, please help me to not murder anyone and bury him/her in the  backyard–that’s all I really want for Christmas. The ground is too frozen and it would be an awfully hard dig. Hell, I already have a bad back). People at the grocery store should watch how they look at me. I’m an asshole on the edge.

I usually put up two trees–a grown-up tree I put all purple, green, and blue ornaments on, with white lights and a silver garland, and a kid’s tree they can decorate with all their crappy kid things (within reason–there is still a red and blue theme involved, and I do move/remove ornaments that are not up to Kimber code).

This year I conveniently “forgot” about the kid tree and no one seemed to notice.

I also haven’t done real Christmas cards for a few years now. I still get them from old work friends and relatives, but I quit a while back. My husband gave me shit the first year and I was all like, ” Here’s the gargantuan list. Have at it, if it’s so important to you.” Needless to say, it didn’t happen.

My grandparents still get a hard copy–they are almost ninety and obviously not of the internet age. Everyone else gets an e-mail/Facebook picture of my kids with a holiday message for health and happiness, like my typing that will make it so. Like they give a shit. I doubt it. I mean, I’m still getting cards/pictures from people, and if they aren’t on Facebook, it’s interesting to see which parent the kids are looking like this year, but otherwise, it’s a colossal waste of money and trees. Also energy. Lazyass Scrooge that I’ve become, I couldn’t possible dedicate hours to Christmas cards.

Anyhow, anyone out there care to out-Scrooge me?  I’ll give the Scroogiest commenter an e-copy of my novelette “Bound by Ink.” Well, I can’t be all bitch if I’m giving stuff away, right? Okay, maybe I still can…

I dare you to out-Scrooge me!

Blurb:

On an alternate Earth, Key has his marriage ink placed out of duty to his friend, Kaya, but realizes his mistake too late. He runs from the woman and her family, desperate to find a happiness that is sure to elude him in his village full of narrow-minded people. In the wilderness he discovers Dax, a man who left their tribe to seek his own freedom. Lust sparks between them, but with Kaya’s father on the hunt for Key, and Key’s own guilt plaguing him, will the two fugitives be able to find their happily ever after?

-Kimber


Name that Dog Winner & Huge #Giveaway

Exciting news!  My “Forever is Now” Name that Dog Blog Tour has come to an end, and I’m so glad I had a bunch of people participate and suggest a ton of really great names.  A huge thank you to everyone who stopped by and shared their creativity and fun pet stories with me!  I had an absolute blast. I have to say, my biggest fear was that I’d only get one or two suggestions and have to pick a crappy name. Not the case! 🙂

The winning name is Fender, supplied by Tamela Gibson.  I love it—you’ve got the guitar reference, it’s easily shortened for a fine nickname (not everything is, mind you), and Chance will likely be calling him Fender Bender on occasion because he isn’t the Albert Einstein of dogs.  Perfect. I’ve already plugged the name into the book, thereby making it official and irrevocable.

Okay, so what is the giveaway, right? Well, it’s unrelated, but I’m not one to stand on ceremony or write two blog posts when one will suffice.  The lovely folks at Coming Together (with whom I recently contracted an M/F military short story) are doing a month-long Facebook/Twitter “like and follow” drive, and are giving away a massive e-pile of books.  Check out the Rafflecopter below.  I was happy to see that Coming Together: In Vein is one of the many in the bundle. I have a priest/vampire tale in there called “My Soul to Take.”

Vampire Killing Kit

Vampire Killing Kit (Photo credit: JoshBerglund19)

These anthologies, sold to raise money for a variety of worthy causes, cater to every taste. You’ll find the gamut of sexual pairings to guarantee everyone closes their e-reader with a satisfied smile on their face.

Enter here:  a Rafflecopter giveaway

And here is the complete list of books the winner will receive:
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v1
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v2
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v3
  • Coming Together: Under Fire
  • Coming Together: Against the Odds
  • Coming Together: Into the Light
  • Coming Together: Special Memorial Edition (Colleen Thomas)
  • Coming Together: Hurricane Relief Edition
  • Coming Together: For Gabrielle
  • Coming Together: For the Cure
  • Coming Together: With Pride
  • Coming Together: Al Fresco
  • Coming Together: At Last (v1)
  • Coming Together: At Last (v2)
  • Coming Together: As One
  • Coming Together: By Hand
  • Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm…
  • Coming Together: In Flux
  • Coming Together: For Her
  • Coming Together: Hungry for Love
  • Coming Together: Girl on Girl
  • Coming Together: In Vein
  • Coming Together: Triumphantly
That is a damn lot of reading!  Enter now and please help spread the word. 🙂
-Kimber

Hot in Fall Blog Hop #Giveaway

I just asked the ten-year-old girl I spawned what I should blog about. She says my favorite pizza topping.  Well, I love me some sun-dried tomatoes and onions, but I’m not sure what that has to do with being hot in fall. 

I suppose, as far as pizza goes, I find sun-dried tomatoes and onions to be hot stuff. Also hot sauce in copious amounts.

Now, as far as men go, what do I find hot?

1.  Hmmm. Definitely a certain amount of cockiness.  I kinda hate to admit it, but it’s been proven time and again to work against my man defenses. Act like you’re hot shit, and I will fall for it, much to my dismay.

2.  Toned physique. Yummmm.  You don’t need muscles on your muscles (not that I’d turn that sextastic business down), but a delicious little V pointing towards your goods makes me unable to think of anything but your goods.

3.  Tattoos.  Good lord, a good tattoo can make a man. Or woman. It’s like a fine painting hung in an already gorgeous building.  I just want to stand there and gawk. I could get lost in a great tattoo, and could definitely get sucked in by one.

Wonderful. Now I’m getting all hot and bothered thinking about unadulterated hotness. My old man may even reap the benefits of this blog post, by George.

Anyway, my rock star from Forever is Now, Chance Ralan, is a cocky bastard who isn’t ripped, but definitely has a V, and he is absolutely covered in ink. I think he’s smokin’ hot, which is why I wrote him.  Now, his boyfriend, Alex Bremen, isn’t full of himself, just very straightforward.  He doesn’t have any ink, but he does hit the gym hard enough to make any gay man need to re-position his junk, and any straight woman insane with envy. This, paired with his dark hair and sapphire-blue eyes, gets my motor running just fine. Actually, I may need to rethink my whole blog post…

Wanna read Forever is Now?  Comment below with your favorite pizza topping and/or favorite male attribute.  If you tweet it to me @KimberVale you get a bonus point in the running. If you tag me on Facebook with the same info (or any other damn thing you please, really, or like my stupid Facebook page) you get your name in the virtual hat three times.  Follow my blog (right here—I’m done linking things) and you get a home-freakin’-run of contest entries! Sweet, sweet cyber-gravy!

At the end of the week I’ll tally up all the names and numbers, stick them in the random.org magic eight ball, and contact the winner.

Thanks for participating, and don’t forget to check out all the other hoppers below! 🙂

-Kimber

foreverisnow

If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex’s band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn’t want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god?But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.


I Don’t Do Resolutions

But here is a list of some things I am going to try to do/do better for 2013.

First off, I know this is going to be a kick-ass year.  How do I know this?  Well, after my trip to the grocery store yesterday, I was bringing in my reusable bags and a container of strawberries fell out.  I caught it between my leg and the car.  It didn’t smash on the driveway.  All of my over-priced strawberries didn’t roll down our icy hill and into the road, and then the sewer drain.

You know why they didn’t?  Because that would have been so 2012.  Fuck that.  This is 2013, baby.  This is the year I don’t drop strawberries.  Presumably other good things will happen, as well.  It only makes sense.  That’s strawberry logic.

So, to assist the good luck fairies, or ladybugs, or heads-up pennies, or short green dudes (or whatever superstition supplies copious amounts of good fortune), I will strive to improve myself in the following areas….  Right-O.  I’ll make my own destiny and all that jazz.

1.  Drink no more than the doctor recommended 1-2 alcoholic beverages/day.  I actually started this in 2012 and plan to continue.  My liver says thank you, Kimber.  My friends probably think I’m lame now.  Oh, well.  Incidentally, I used to hang out with some doctors who did not follow said advice.  Just saying.  Hippocratic hypocrites.

2.  Exercise more.  I plan to put on a 1/2 hour TV workout once my Kindergartener gets home.  No way am I working out during kid-free time.  That won’t change for 2013.

3.  Write more.  So far this is my second blog post today, and I wrote about 600 words on my WIP.  That sucks.  I want at least 1000 a day, but I will get there today, as God as my witness.  I got sidelined looking at shirtless pics of Tom Hardy for inspiration and designing a cool memorial tattoo for my character, Lance.  I feel these were good and valuable uses of my kid-free time.

Here and here are some lovely links to Tom Hardy naked with his boyfriend from Band of Brothers.  How did I not see this until right now?  That is just the muse I needed.

4.  Take lots of vitamins and eat better.  I’ve had more homemade salsa in the past 24 hours than Taco Bell makes in a year (because they don’t make homemade salsa, but still–I ate a shit-load).  It was chock-full of veggies, beans, and even some lime and mango.  I will probably regret this later.

5.  Try to be more tolerant of idiots.  I have 3 kids.  That’s all I have to say.

6.  Ignore social media until the allotted times, and then set a fifteen minute hard stop when I do get on it.  It really is a productivity-suck.  And the worst part is, Facebook is largely annoying but for the occasional photos of half naked men on Wednesdays.  Why do I do it?

7.  Only check Facebook on Wednesdays.

8.  Masturbate more.  Hey, ya gotta have goals.

9.  Clean just a tiny bit more.  Or not.  Whatever.  Maybe just don’t have guests over.

10.  Be good to friends, family, and random strangers.  If we all do it, we could be living in that future world from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure.  Maybe even young Keanu Reeves will be there.  He might even have his shirt off.

Be excellent to each other.  Party on, dudes.

-Kimber


Sexy Songs to Get Busy (Writing) To

The other day on Facebook, my favorite local radio station posted a call for the hottest/sexiest rock songs.  By rock, I assume this is an all-encompassing bag that holds metal, alternative, Elvis, etc.  You dig?

I decided (after posting one song to the radio’s FB page) that I would compile my own blog list rather than bombard them with a ton of videos.  I am great at bombarding FB with videos, BTW.  I’m also great at bombarding blog readers with videos.  What can I say?  I love music and hot men, and when the two get together it’s sweet sensory ambrosia.

So, without further ado, and in no particular order, I give you a mosaic of sexy songs.

Glenn Danzig–the dirty, black re-incarnation of The King of Rock and Roll.  Honestly, nearly every Danzig song makes me want to get down, make love, umm, I mean sit down, make poetry.

I know.  Nickelback.  Back in the day they had some great songs, and then they went all commercial.  Someone on the FB list said “Something in Your Mouth,” which I abhor.  That is a cheesy BJ song, not like some of their older, better BJ songs.  I want to scream from the mountain tops, “What happened to old Nickelback, who scratched names in the sides of bullets and did a lot of nasty head-pushing?”  I liked those guys.  Of course, none of them are good-looking but I can look past that for a good voice and catchy tune.  Anyway, I was reminded of this raunchy-hot song that I’ve always enjoyed.  Don’t hate me for it.

Tool.  Honestly, I could get freaky to anything Maynard James breathes on, but “H” and “Stinkfist” were always my imaginary pole dancing songs (back when I used to imagine myself as a pole dancer).  Plus some sicko set this to “Eraserhead” so I couldn’t resist the bizarro connection.  Actually, all official Tool videos are bizarro anyway…

And my boy Ben.  Again, I could pick twenty Breaking Benjamin songs to get off some writing done to, but as I type and listen to this song, I’m having a hard time keeping my clothes on.  I chose well, me thinks.  Who waits forever, anyway?

Peter Steele, gone too soon, had the voice of a seductive devil.  These guys were phenomenal, and are still in my heavy Halloween rotation.  Plus, I challenge you to find me a sexier holiday than Halloween.  No, you can’t.

Couldn’t skip Def Leppard since any number of their songs can get me in the mood.  My husband has this knowledge and is kind enough not to abuse the power this eighties cheese holds over my flimsy chastity belt.  We even saw the old boys in concert last year for our anniversary [wink, wink].  And for the record, I started listening to them about 12 years ago.  I was too young to appreciate the Def when they were actually cool.  Just throwing my semi-youth out there.

Okay, I’ll stop now.  Feel free to insert your own sexy songs in my comment box [lascivious eyebrow wiggle].


Don’t be a Nit-Twit, Sparky. Or Suspense During Certain Armageddon.

Like how I did that?  The double title?  One to be all cute and crafty and one to let you know what the actual blog post it pertaining to?  I’d say the idea was all mine, but that would be a lie.  And I am a crap liar.  Also a shitty secret-keeper.  FYI:  If you tell me you have a secret, I will swear up and down that I will never breathe a word of it over my favorite dog’s dead body.  Then you tell me, and I blab it EVERYWHERE.  I don’t have a favorite dog, and I cannot refrain from spilling my (your) guts to random strangers on the street.  So do yourself a favor and keep it to yourself.  Just sayin’.
But I digress.  How unusual.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the HBO show “Hung.”  It took me a week to figure out what program I have watched with any regularity that uses the dual title thing.  I should have known!  And to promo “Hung” (because they need me to do so on my piddly-ass blog thing) the male hooker, what’s his face–Thomas Jane, is hotter than a ball sack with a cup on for the whole nine innings.

Did you like how I did that?  I don’t even watch basketball.  Go figure.

So I’m twittering the other day and I come across this tweet about, “Can there be suspense when you already know everyone will die?”  Now, the author of said tweet provided a (now evident) link to his blog, which was a review of the latest Final Destination movie.  Gotta be number 12 or there-about.  So, I respond without looking at the link, thinking that this is a deep question for writers and quite in keeping with my (failed) plan to blog on suspense for a bit.  And BINGO was his name O.  Right?  Wrong.

Yes.  I am a Nit-Twit.  I’m getting better, though, and seeking online council from a variety of smut writers, beer brewers, and various other persons willing to “be friends” with me, or whatever the Tweet version of that Facebook shite is.

Anyway, I dive bomb in with an intriguing and well-thought-out answer (por supuesto).  I twat, “You can always play with the when,” and “If the reader cares about the characters, there can still be suspense, even in certain death.”

I thought I was onto something.  And the whole line of thought got me stuck on “On the Beach.”  You know, that old school book set in a futuristic 1960-something about a group of people living in Australia following a nuclear holocaust?  They are just waiting for the fallout to reach them and snuff their lives out slowly and painfully.  There are people starting relationships, babies, and gardens.  And offing themselves, if I remember correctly.

That was the play on “when” I was considering.  It’s been a while since I read it, and it may deserve a revisit just for nostalgia’s sake.  And while not the epitome of suspense, this dated book kept me reading, and crying, and wondering what will happen until the end.  Now, granted, I was a nerdy little kid when I read it.  Perhaps it would not strum me so hard today.  Was it white-knuckle material?  Not by a flower-pot, but it was moving, and thought-provoking, and stayed with me as an example of subtle horror done right.

And, while I cannot remember precisely thinking that “there must be a way for them to live” I know that I was.  That is my nature.  It is fiction (realistic for the time, yes) but where there is an imagination, there is always a way, no?  It is the nature of the pen.

Same with stupid sequels to a movie that never should have had a second.  It’s fiction.  And they defy death throughout.  At least in the first one, two characters survive, right?  My memory of that film is as foggy as “On the Beach,” but the hero and heroine make it, right?

Until next time when they are reborn with different faces and suffer most disturbingly for denying death his just cheese cake.

Well, the twitterer seemed to think the whole “when” thing was invalid and reminded me that he was referring to a specific blog post

(Yes; I am a twitter douche bag.  So don’t friend me if you think I am not worthy of following your book’s rise to mediocrity or your “too adorable for words” cat photos).

The tweeter added, within his allotted character count, to say that I was correct about the “caring about the character” part.  Unfortunately, that was the entire point of his post.  So no points for me.  And no one cares about the Final D 2011 characters, although people will still, apparently, pay money to see them in the theaters.

If only he realized I never even read the blog until after I felt like a jackass.
Oh wait…I guess he did.

So, that concludes my most recent rectal ramblings.  Stay tuned as I plan to denigrate the Holy Bible, or at least major parts of it, in a future post.  That, or write a poem about Clammy Clams.  Maybe both.


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