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What’s Up Wednesday

Hey, all! It occurred to me on Monday that I should come up with a clever little name for one day of the week and blog religiously on that day. What’s Up Wednesday fit the bill, but it was Monday, so damn. Luckily I’m uber-slow and got hung up on a billion other tasks. I blinked and it’s Wednesday!  Like magic, baby!

As an aside, I did a search for What’s Up Wednesday and found this YA author had a weekly hop with the title a few years back. Seems to be defunct, but I’ll give her full credit, especially since she has some swell blog post ideas I’ll probably borrow at some point.

So, what have I been up to? Seems a legit topic to begin. For one, I’ve been working on starting a newsletter and polishing up a short story I plan to dangle in front of your clicking fingers to make you sign up, so get ready for that. It’s the only way to get your hands on my tale, “The Ferryman Cometh,” a dark paranormal erotic MMM, so a tad off my beaten path with that extra M. 😉 I’ll let you know when that’s ready to e-ship, likely by next Wednesday if not sooner.

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I’m self-editing “Balancing Act” right this second. I’m about 2/3 done and then I’ll get it to beta readers. It’s a tough edit because I am striving to keep it just under 40,000 words so it doesn’t jump to the next price point with my publisher. At the moment, I have maybe 300 words of wiggle room, so I’m essentially fucked, but still gonna give it my all. The problem is, when I’m writing dialog fast, I often omit the tags and then come in later and add a bit of meat to make it clear who’s speaking. Hopefully I won’t hit any major rough patches in the home stretch that will require, well, more words. 😛

Okay, that’s it for now. Stay tuned for more newsletter info coming shortly, and more general blogging on Wednesday. Heck, maybe I’ll go do some crunches while I’m on my self-improvement kick.
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-Kimber

 

 

 


Wild West Succubus by Lila Shaw: Guest Post and Excerpt

Thanks, Kimber, for having me on your blog to talk about my latest release, Wild West Succubus.
Sometimes a short story is nothing more than that. Other times it’s a seed that with a little TLC can germinate in to a much larger story. Wild West Succubus began its life as a short story, only a few pages in length. It wasn’t a romance. There wasn’t a happy ending. The succubus of the title, Priscilla, was actually a pretty nasty character because she killed a man at the end. Erotic horror would have been the proper genre for it then.The reality is romance sells better than horror. The challenge was taking Priscilla’s murderous sex rampage and turning it into a love story. Ha! Impossible, right?Probably would have been had I not introduced a hero into the story to turn Priscilla around–Hugo. Hugo had to be powerful and he had to see the good in Priscilla. For that to happen, Priscilla needed to soften up some, to have her motivations better explained, to make her more sympathetic. I also needed to build chemistry between Priscilla and her Hugo. I needed to create a hero readers would admire.I think I accomplished all I set out to do and created a much richer story that was more enjoyable for readers. The addition of love always does make for a better story, in my humble opinion.
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Blurb:

A woman damned…

Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.

The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…

Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?

Is she his target, his mission or his bait?

Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?

Excerpt:

A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly.

“Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker.

Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets.

Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.”

The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table.

I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock.

After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate.

“What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times.

Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off.

Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.”

What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them!

One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong.

Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face.

How the hell is he able to do that?

With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly.

“Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists.

I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?”

Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.”

“I need it.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.”

“He deserved what he got!”

“No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.”

The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee.

He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.”

“Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.

Author’s Bio:

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com

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#SexySnippets Sunday

The name of the game is seven sexy sentences every Sunday.  The people in charge?  The Nuthouse Scribblers.

After you read mine, check out the other contributions by clicking the button below.

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My seven sentences come to you from my story, “My Soul to Take,” in the recently released anthology that saves lives, “Coming Together: In Vein.”  All proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders, as you probably already know. 🙂

“I am what you made me.”  She rubbed her lower lip against his.  Her nails combed through his hair and scraped down the back of his neck.

“I want your tongue inside me.  I want to wrap my legs around your head and feel your warm breath burning the inside of my thighs.”  Her voice was a demanding whisper against his ear.

She sucked on his earlobe as if it were his cock, and then teased inside with her tongue.

So there you have it.  Crave more sweet vampire love?  Check out Coming Together: In Vein.  No lie, this book will get your undead rocks off.

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! :)

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! 🙂

Now get back to work!

-Kimber


Coming Together: In Vein

It’s out!  I can’t wait to sink my teeth into this one.

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! :)

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! 🙂

Find it on Smashwords and All Romance, and of course Amazon has both electronic and hard copies (if you like it hard–I know I do).  I just ordered my tree version.  Doctors Without Borders is thanking me right now.  My husband will be thanking me later.  Everyone wins here (except for the trees, but I’m a hardcore recycler, so screw you, guilt)!

The best news is, Lisabet Sarai, editor and author extraordinaire, is giving away a copy of her sexy anthology Body Electric to anyone who buys Coming Together: In Vein and sends her a pdf proof of purchase (expires Jan 31st 2013).  That’s two big books of short erotic fiction for the low low price of $2.99.  You’d spend more on a cup of coffee, and in this instance you can potentially discover a new favorite author, maybe get off (or close to it), and possibly even save a life via the proceeds, which go to help Doctors Without Borders.  Win-win-win, people!

Check out Lisabet’s offer over on her Sunday Snog blog post.  She also has some steamy excerpts up over there you will not want to miss!

-Kimber


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