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What I #AmReading

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It’s writing research, not personal (no, my teenager doesn’t have an eating disorder and hopefully never will).

I know this reading list makes Andy’s book sound like a ton of fun. :-/  You’ll just have to trust I’ll find a way to make it amazeballs.

I’ve finished Beyond Magenta. It’s a quick read I’d recommend to anyone who is at all curious about what life can be like for young transgender people. This is just a taste, really, but I think it could be a useful introductory text, especially for parents trying to understand and help their transgender child (some stories are a lesson in what not to do or say, of course). It’s brief (to a fault), but worth the read. I was glad it included some nonbinary viewpoints, though the scope could/should have been much greater, IMO.

Now I’m reading Answers to Anorexia, which addresses nutritional deficits and how they can aggravate the anorexia cycle. Pretty interesting for a grim topic.

In other news, the release day for Balancing Act is June, 27th, so mark your calendars! 🙂 I’ll have a cover reveal soon…but for now, here’s the disguised version. Mwahahahhahahahahha!

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Rockin’ Reads #Giveaway Blog Hop!

Everyone needs a Rockin’ Read! Stop by Sept 23rd to 30th and find out which reads have rocked 2015 for us! There will be a giveaway on each blog so don’t forget to visit them all!

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Hey, everyone! Today marks the beginning of the Rockin’ Reads Hop, and I’m stoked to be a participant. Whoop!

This is the part of my post where I should gush over a romance that completely rocked my world in 2015. The catch is, I’ve been reading a lot of history lately (yes, non-fiction, but often that shit is stranger than fiction). I’ve been doing a bunch of beta reading for writerly pals, and reading gardening journals (cough, cough–nerd). I’m re-reading some early Patricia Cornwell because those were the days…

So, basically, I’m not going to gush over a romance, although I’ve read a number this year, just nothing that’s sticking out like a knife handle from my back.

Anyway, I have a few books in my queue I’m looking forward to–a couple of KJ Charles’ I need to catch up on, some old school het bodice rippers (I think I’m having a midlife crisis–this is a scream for help), some YA stuff (including The Outsiders because I’ve not read it, my oldest is going to be hitting that for English class, and I thought, hey, buddy read).

So, there you have it. Don’t hate me because I’m in a romance funk. I’ll find my way out eventually, I promise.

For my giveaway, I’ll send one lucky winner an e-copy of either Forever is Now or Double Takes, both rockstar reads that fit nicely with this hop theme, I think. To be eligible, just leave a book recommendation for me in the comments. I want my socks fucking knocked off. Ladies and gentlemen, start my engines. 😉

Oh, and don’t forget to visit all the stops in the below link! Freebies and recommendations out the wazoo! Think I’ll go check those out right now…

http://theherdhops.blogspot.com/2015/09/rockin-reads-giveaway-hop.html


Author Interview: Marianne Rice

What do you consider your best accomplishment?

I’m an excellent juggler. I work full-time, have three extremely active children, I read constantly, enjoy cooking well-balanced meals and baking fun treats, work out religiously and write at least one book a year. I truly believe that we make time for what’s important. Do I ignore my children some days so I can meet a writing deadline? Oh yeah. But their schedule comes first. I try to make every game and only miss one if there is a scheduling conflict with one of the other kiddos. Probably the most neglected aspect of my life is alone time with my husband. We haven’t been on a date in over a year. And that was a day I called in sick so we could shop for a dishwasher. Right now the kids rule our lives, as it should be. Our time with them is limited so we try to be as involved as possible. In my book, that’s an accomplishment.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t. Stop. Ever. You’ve sent out fifteen plus query letters and haven’t heard back from anyone. Or you’ve received rejection after rejection. It sucks. There’s no sugar-coating that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you question your talent and skill as a writer. When you question the hours upon hours you’ve spent glued to your computer crafting your precious baby, and then to receive a generic note saying your book isn’t for them.

That’s okay. Keep writing. Because when, not if, you get published, things happen so fast you won’t have time to read for pleasure or make dinner for your family. And then your readers are going to want more, more, MORE. You’ll need books ready to send to the publisher who recognized your book for its value. And if you have built up the courage and done your research and gone indie, your readers are still going to want more, more, MORE.
So don’t stop writing. Thankfully I took my own advice. I wrote faithfully for eight years and have seven books under my belt. I have three books coming out in a four month time span. And to think, three months ago I received four rejections and one contract.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?falsestart

Chris Hemsworth’s bright blue eyes, bulging biceps and six-pack abs make him the perfect model for Connor McKay, the retired NFL player in False Start. I have a Pinterest board littered with pictures of him *sigh* He is a beautiful man.

Meg Fulton is classy, but reserved—you’ll have to read the book to find out why—when it comes to men. She uses a sharp wardrobe to cover up her insecurities. I picture Teri Hatcher from her Desperate Housewives days. So beautiful and poised, but when she’s angry or bound and determined, watch out!

What is your least favorite part of the publishing process?

As a newbie, I feel like I’m on a constant “Look at me! Buy my book!” campaign. I’m lurking on Facebook and Twitter, following more writers and readers and asking for friends. Self-promotion is weird, especially when no one has read your books yet and you don’t have a following. I’m hoping marketing book two, False Hope, that comes out in April will be a little less…awkward.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others?

Definitely the love scenes, although they are getting much easier to write now that I don’t have toddlers climbing all over me. I’m more than halfway through my eighth book and I’m finding my love scenes are becoming more descriptive.

Do you drink?

Religiously. Kidding. Having three kids in the house makes me want to drink, but I limit it to social drinking…and then I make up for my long dry spells. Pinnacle vodka is my weakness. I love to create new drink recipes!

What secret talents do you have?

I wish I had super powers or had x-ray vision (although I don’t need it to visualize Chris Hemsworth naked). But sorry, this is going to be a boring answer. I love to cook and bake and decorate cakes in my “spare time”. I’ve done a few wedding cakes, baby showers and special occasion cakes for others, but I really enjoy baking and decorating for friends and family. There’s nothing like seeing their expressions when I give them my masterpiece. It’s very rewarding.

What were you like as a child?

As the neglected middle child, I took on a lot of responsibility raising my younger twin sisters after my parents got divorced. I acted as their mother (I’m only three and a half years older than them). I’ve always been the responsible one. The planner. The organizer. The peacekeeper. Those qualities in me haven’t changed.

I was, however, extremely shy. I had social anxiety disorder—which my Teenage Princess had at a younger age as well. You’d never know it today. I’ve done multiple presentations for work in front of hundreds of people and love it. I don’t remember any pivotal moment in my life when I changed from being an extreme introvert to a very comfortable extrovert, but here I am!

Do you ever write naked?

Who wants to know? Chris Hemsworth? No, I do not write naked (are there people who do?) but you asked, so you’re getting a TMI answer…I do, however, love to whip off the bra when I get home from my day job and write in my sweatpants and baggy shirt. It’s freeing, you know?

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And as a reward for sticking with my ho-hum life, here’s a snippet from the first page of False Start:

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“We need to talk.”

Startled by the deep growl, Meg Fulton looked up to the towering stack of testosterone filling her office doorway and cursed the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.

She straightened her posture, ran her hand through her thick hair in an attempt to put all the strays back in place, and then reached for the lapels of the suit coat that wasn’t there. She felt vulnerable in her silk tank top and wished she had an extra layer to shield her from the menacing daggers targeted at her. Putting on the jacket would only make a spectacle of herself. The thin tank would have to do.

“Sure. Have a seat.” She crossed her legs and attempted to smile. Inwardly, Meg groaned. Connor McKay. She’d noticed him on the football field coaching his athletes and had not looked forward to the expected confrontation.

He remained in the doorway, making no move toward the empty seats across from her desk. His blond hair was short, barely longer than the scruff on his face, and as she looked up she saw his eyes—a fierce, fiery blue filled with accusation and something that ranged between confusion and lust.

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Writing One Happy Ending at a Time

I don’t know how some people do it. At the moment, I have about 18,000 words written on my latest book. It’s slow going. Kids are home and constantly fighting which interferes with my sexy-writing mojo for some unfathomable reason. I’m not sure how I feel about my story, or maybe my characters, or maybe where I’m going with it sometimes. Then I’ll go back and read some of it, and think, Yeah, I dig this. It’s gonna be good. Keep on keepin’ on.

And then I get another idea that I reeeeaaaaaalllllllllly want to write on.

Shit.

Now, I could double team with something like a short story and a novel because the short would get done fast—a quick casual affair—and I’d be back in the saddle soon enough with my novel none the wiser.

But writing on two or more biggies at the same time? I don’t think I could do it. It seems wrong. Dirty. I’d get confused going back and forth. Start to love one more than the other. Maybe never come home to my original after a while.

So, that’s why, when I wrote out a blurb for a new idea and then jotted down part of a scene on a pad of paper today (yeah, the old-fashioned way because somehow that didn’t seem like cheating on my WIP. Sorta like giving an unfinished hand job to another dude wouldn’t be cheating on your husband. It’s bullshit. I’m not fooling anyone), I got a bit nervous. I’m excited about this new idea. I think I’d probably burn through it because I love the bare bones of plot I’ve outlined, not like my hot and cold relationship with my other project. I want to give the shiny new idea all kinds of hand jobs and tell my old WIP I’ve got a headache and then roll over and start snoring.

I know, I know. After you start digging, scrubbing your characters’ toilets and picking up their dirty socks, the luster wears thin. I know this. Sooner or later the new book idea won’t be so spiffy, once I’m elbow deep in it.

That’s why I can’t just pack up and leave my WIP like some faithless hussy. Whatever happened to good times and bad? I need to put in the effort to make this work. Go to counseling, or maybe to that empty office in church where I like to write gaylicious snoo-snoo. Break through the writer’s block with a big chunk of words and a spit-lubed jerk-off for the old ball and chain.

A few hours ago I changed the name of one of my main characters on my WIP because it was a little similar to the name I’ve picked for a character in the new idea. Some character I just freakin’ met.

I tried to tell myself that the new name is even better for my old boy. Porn starier. Hell, maybe it will be just the spark we need to reinvigorate this relationship.

I’m horrible! Does almost a third of a book mean nothing to me? I’m a cold, calloused cunt, sniffing around every pretty book idea that passes by like an author in heat.

Pretty soon I’ll be coming home from Starbucks with lipstick stains on my hard drive.

Maybe I can give them both equal attention. Maybe I can find a way to spend time with my book husband for part of the week and put up my wicked hot new book boy toy in a sweet little corner of the library and visit for the occasional quickie (which would morph into me forgetting my old book’s anniversary and eventually robbing all of its names and one-liners).

No. I’m not that kind of author. I swear. I’ll be faithful. I’ll get ‘er done like a good girl. Till The End do us part. I can do it. But first…I’ll just…be a minute.

I gotta go do that thing, you know, with the thing… <coughs out something incoherent and runs off to find a sticky note and pen>.

 

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On a side note:

Hard Act to Follow is available for pre-order at Liquid Silver Books! Save a dollar and read Kyrie & Greg’s book on release day!

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Mistakes from the past, feelings denied, and a career on the rise may doom their relationship before it has a chance. K. Vale pens a wonderful, contemporary romance with humor and heat in Hard Act to Follow, Book 3 of her GLBT series, Shooting Stars. Enjoy the twists and turns as best-friends-turned-lovers fight old fears to find new love and their happily-ever-after.

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HATFbanner8Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow

 


Procrastination Works for Me

Okay, it may not work for the almighty word count (hey, I’m up to 23,196 on my NaNoWriMo so nanny-nanny-boo-boo all you suckers who thought you had to get that shit done in a month).

No, seriously, I suck big fat ostrich…eggs when it comes to getting my writing done in a timely fashion. I’ve tried forcing it, but it simply won’t work for me that way. In the case of my NaNo, and current, WIP (Shooting Stars Book 3), I stopped after a week to work on edits for “Double Takes” so I could get that out to beta readers. Oh, and I started my November writathon a few days late because I had to finish DTs.

No, I still haven’t gotten DTs to my publisher. Screw you for judging me.

But, in my own slllloooooowwwww defense, my waiting-until-the-feeling-is just-right approach (and no, again, I was never like that with guys) is working for me now.

I’ve been mulling over my next scene in Shooting Stars Book 3—yes it has a title, and no I won’t tell you what it is because it is so fucking good and I am a weeeeeee bit paranoid a faster writer will rip that shit out from under me. Fuck, a dead writer could probably do it.

Shhhhhhh.

Where was I? Yeah, so I was trying to triangulate this scene (I was just doing some stupid math homework with the biggest hobbit. Forgive my triangulation), and I couldn’t quite make it work (not at all unlike this crazy 5th grade math homework. WTF????) so I slept on it.

I’m such a planner, I can’t sit down and write until it feels right, you know? I’ve heard of writing through writer’s block and that sounds swell, Beav, but if I don’t know what the hell I’m writing, then…  What the hell am I writing? Damn straight I’ll be re-writing.

I digress. It’s the wine.

So, I had a vague outline for my scene based on the events of senior week for my character’s college, which I found online. I didn’t really like how it all fit together, and if I don’t like it in my head, I sure as shit don’t like writing it. Anyway, come to find out the next day after I slept on it (okay, twice. Maybe three times) that the itinerary I was looking at was for the wrong school with a similar name. Freakin’ Google. I Googled it again with the correct name to double-check, and the wrong one came up again. Same city. Similar name. I guess Google prefers BC to BU.

So does my husband.

Long story too freakin’ long, I scrapped the whole thing. Not that I couldn’t pull the artistic license card. I could. It’s fiction. But it wasn’t right and I knew it.

I guess my point is that I’m psychic. And I procrastinate.

Oh! And I slept on this new information and came up with a fantastic new scene in which I was able to write in my old buddy Gio from “Double Takes.”

See? Taking your sweet ass time can pay off on occasion.

Pipe down all you NaNo winners who are on your third book since November. I’ve got my ears covered and I’m singing “La Cucaracha” at the top of my voice.

-Kimber


#NaNoWriMo Week One Update

Hey, this is great!  I can spare a few minutes to update y’all on my writing progress every week, right? And, let’s be honest, I need to post something here.

Thank you NaNoWriMo for getting my ass moving on all writing fronts!

Anyway, here’s the low down on my NaNo thus far:

A little background info first. I signed up for a month-long challenge on the NaNo site about eight months ago. Guess that would make it April. I think I ended up writing 20K on a book that I still have yet to finish, but anyway, it inspired me to write faster. I’m not a NaNo success story by any stretch of the imagination, and I can freely admit that. I plan to fail miserably this month as well. I’m a planner, and I like my whiskey and my rough drafts pretty damn neat.

That being said, I signed up thinking the starting date would get me to complete my second book in my Shooting Stars series. It (kinda) did. I finished my rough draft of “Double Takes” on the 3rd of November. Not bad. Not too late to start the next one.

But I didn’t feel ready. I spent a few days outlining and doing character sheets and re-outlining. Okay, and formulating a play list of inspirational songs, I’ll be freakin’ honest.

Yes, this is my muse music. Clearly it will be a happy-happy, joy-joy kind of book. 😛

I know some people just jump right in and let the book take them. I’ve tried that. My books take me to brick walls if I don’t have at least a loose sketch of each chapter.

Anyway, I started writing on the fifth, I think, and I finished my first chapter yesterday at 4049. I could conceivably manage 7K words a week going forward, which would put a nice dent in book three.

I also need to start editing Double Takes so I can get that out to beta readers in the next few weeks.  All in all, I’m feeling good about my NaNo, doomed to failure though it may be (hell, according to my outline, this book will probably fall in the 40K mark anyway–doomed, I tell ya!). But that’s cool. I’m loving my characters, and the fact that I haven’t submitted book two yet gives me the opportunity to make sure they are consistent in both books.

So, yeah. There’s the report. Check back next week to see if I’m spiraling downward in a flaming plane. 🙂 Magic eight ball says “Signs point to yes.”

-Kimber

 


Guest Post Tina Carreiro: The Good and the Bad of Being an Author

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Five bad/good things about being an author:

Good

* I’m living my dream and loving it!

* The voices in my head are called “creative voices,” I’m not mental.

* Knowing something I wrote touched a reader, and they loved it, makes me warm and fuzzy.

*Social networking

* I get to meet interesting people.

Bad

* Putting myself out there is sometimes difficult and scary.

* Now that I’ve accepted the voices in my head, they won’t shut up and let me sleep.

* Editing, although necessary, it’s not my favorite thing to do.

*Social networking

* I get to meet interesting people, who want to show me their private parts on Facebook.

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Carly West is good at taking care of herself—she’s been doing it since her mama died. She can even make marrying a man she didn’t choose work. But when gorgeous ranch foreman, Wade Dawson struts into her life, everything changes. Her life starts to unravel, lies are uncovered, and the only comfort she finds is in the arms of a stranger.

Wade Dawson has one thing on his mind, to fulfill his brother’s responsibilities and get the hell out of this small town. But he soon finds out he wasn’t only hired to watch the ranch, but to see that the farmer’s daughter makes it down the aisle. It’s the first job he isn’t sure he can follow through with. But if he doesn’t, his brother’s reputation and freedom is at stake.

Bound by obligation to marry another man…

Bound by blood to save his brother…

Will one night destroy it all?

Excerpt:
“Fast I can do. It’s soft and slow I’m goin’ to have a problem with.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Different meanin’ for different people, mine’s personal.” He placed his palms against the wall by her ears.

“I don’t understand.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Fuck… you’re killin’ me, darlin’.” His fingers skimmed across her cheekbone and disappeared into her hair. “Do you remember what I said about kissin’?” His hazel eyes trapped hers.

“It can be dangerous?”

“Yes. And slow… slow is very dangerous.” He leaned forward, brushed his lips across hers, and all the air left her lungs. Something strange started in the depths of her stomach, and her skin flushed. Her nipples tightened, growing to the point of pain as they rubbed against the cotton fabric of her bra.

His eyes flicked toward them, a deep grunt sounded from his chest, and his hand tightened in her hair. He held her with a firm grip and leaned his forehead back against hers. “Reach down, and undo my jeans.”

She was trapped. Even if she wanted to retreat, there was nowhere for her to go. He’d invaded her space. Intense eyes stared right into hers as if he was demanding her deepest secrets with one hand buried inside her hair and the other curled around her neck. A rock hard, well-defined stomach pressed against her belly. The skin-on-skin contact ignited a slow burn that was sure to grow into a wildfire any minute. If she weren’t leaning against the wall, she’d collapse.

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Author Bio

Tina spends her days writing and creating fantasy worlds until she’s forced back into reality where she pretends to be “normal.” When not writing, she’s a full-time cub scout/camping/gymnastic/PS3 mom for her son and daughter and a devoted wife to her leading man, the love of her life-husband. She’s addicted to writing, romance novels, zombie movies, and coffee with caramel macchiato creamer. She fully believes in karma and pours her heart into everything she does.  She loves life and embraces every moment of it.

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

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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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Deciding to Write

I have TD Hassett guesting on my blog today.  TD is a fellow Liquid Silver author whose book Isabel’s Awakening is available now.  She’s here to tell us about her decision to write.

Hi, TD!  Thanks for visiting!

Thanks for letting me stop by today! I don’t get out of my office nearly as much as I would like, at least not for fun stuff like talking about writing.

I only took up writing very recently and it was kind of a fluke.   I teach a SAT prep class, among other things, and oddly enough was inspired to start writing by one of the students in that class.  She was an inner city teenager with more baggage than I’ve ever come across. This girl is a smart kid with a ton of charisma.  Often times I would catch her on the computer typing away but not about what was assigned.  I’d try and redirect her and she’d say, “Miss, I can’t do that, I’m writing my novel.” I would get her to do a little bit of the class work and then she’d be back at her writing.  It was both frustrating and inspiring. I went home and reflected on this student’s determination to write and it was contagious.

I started a book that evening and by the end of a week had  forty pages written.  It was slow going, but whenever I wanted to give up I just thought about my student who kept writing despite all the very real roadblocks life had thrown at her.  What was my excuse for quitting?  Could I really give something up because I had some writer’s block or was too busy?  What would I be too busy doing at nine at night?  It took me 6 months to get a polished draft ready to send to the publishers for consideration but it was worth it. I got plenty of rejection letters but finally three publishing houses offered contracts and I chose  Liquid Silver Books because the acquisitions editor  reached out to me with all kinds of support and encouragement.  I waited until I had a contract to tell my family and friends (and that inspirational student) that I had been writing.  I suppose I was afraid to let them know about the writing for fear of it not being ‘good enough’ whatever that means.  I can happily say that I am still writing and enjoying some wonderful support from friends, family and fellow writers.

Happy Writing!

Author Biography

T.D. Hassett  grew up reading the romance greats, Jackie Collins, Julie Garwood and Judith McNaught.  She was certain that life should be like a romance novel, lots of passion, some incredible adventures and a guaranteed happily ever after.  She attended college in New England earning a B.A. in history and a M.S. degree in clinical psychology before changing her mind again and studying education.  Currently Ms. Hassett lives in Connecticut with her very patient husband and two young children.  Her rambunctious family shares their home with 3 crazy cats and a darling golden retriever named Delilah.  Her eccentric relatives and their quest to make her feel like the only normal nut in the family tree inspire her writing.

 Isabel's Awakening

 

It’s been five busy years, and Newcastle-born singer/guitarist Thomas Morgan is still punishing himself for his younger brother’s death.

Thomas’s young, fashion-model wife once led her husband’s idolizing brother, Chris, into both drugs and an adulterous relationship. The loss of his brother and total destruction of his marriage destroyed Thomas. To avoid entanglements with others, even his young son, Thomas focused on promoting his music and the management of his now highly profitable record company. He thought he had everything at a safe distance, at least until Isabel literally slammed into his life.

High school teacher, Isabel Warren, finds herself falling head over heels in love with the sexy-as-sin guitarist for the rock band Becket. Soon Isabel’s orderly world of lesson plans, thesis writing, and student loan debt is competing against desire, passion, and her vulnerable heart.

Isabel struggles to navigate her newly stirred passions with her rising academic career and independent nature. As the sex sizzles, the two lovers will have to decide which parts of their dreams they will sacrifice for their fledgling relationship.

Can Thomas ever trust and love again, and will the young woman he meets ever have the confidence and strength to be with him?

Excerpt:

It was well after midnight, and Isabel felt the buzz of concert beer and party wine. Thomas had been working the room steadily and checking back to ensure she was chatting happily with a group. She saw him cornered with a radio show producer he’d introduced her to earlier. Thomas had a tortured expression on his beautiful face. She finally understood why the whole band didn’t show up at these things.

The ladies she’d been chatting with were working up a sweat on the dance floor, and part of her longed to join them. The rational side won out. She really couldn’t dance and preferred others not to know how clumsy she could be, especially after a few drinks. Isabel parked herself by the bar and prepared to enjoy some people-watching. She couldn’t believe how packed the place was. She did meet some really nice people and only got snubbed by a few drunken idiots who must have been trawling for celebrities. Part of her was disappointed it was time to go when Thomas returned from his latest round of shop talk and asked if she was ready to head out.

Thomas escorted her to the elevator while tapping out a message on his iPhone. He was letting the hotel’s driver know they were ready to go and where to meet them. They stepped into the mirror-lined elevator and headed down to the lobby level. Suddenly, Isabel was nervous, and not in a front-door-kiss-or-no-kiss-end-of-the-date sort of way. She hadn’t had the talk with herself about this date because it just all sort of happened. She had really expected just to go to the show and then be home by ten thirty, reading thesis notes and petting her cat. Even at the backstage party, she’d still thought she’d get to chat with him for a few minutes and then be dismissed with the rest of the hordes. Why did he want to be with her when there were so many other girls? Insecurities washed over her.

Thomas overwhelmed her. He was so out of Isabel’s little world. On Monday, she would teach the Crusades to disinterested seventeen-year-olds, and he would be many miles away somewhere, crooning out megahits to a stadium filled with adoring fans. Oh my God. What was she even pretending to do?

Her disparaging thoughts suddenly flew totally out of her head. Thomas looked right into her eyes and stroked her lower lip.

“You did great tonight. I’m really glad you came,” he huskily whispered. Before she could ask for clarification, he continued. “I saw you talking and laughing with the staff from Marketing and Planning, and I liked that. In my line of work, you get a little sick of people always brown-nosing the celebrities and forgetting who’s responsible for the whole fuckin’ operation.”

It sounded as though he was about to say more, but the elevator jerked to a stop, and the lights went out, only to flicker back on seconds later. Must have been a power surge and the backup generators were kicking on.

Isabel stared back, wide-eyed and openmouthed. He leaned closer, and without any further hesitation, his lips met hers.

This was a kiss, a real, soul-sucking and tongue-sliding-over-her-lips kiss, the kiss of all kisses. Oh my.

One of his hands slid from her jawline to the back of her neck and pushed her lips into harder contact with his own. The other hand gently tugged her jaw down so her mouth opened slightly. His tongue slipped into her mouth and tickled her inner lip. He swirled his tongue around and caressed hers. She tasted the heady mix of wine and good stout on their mingling breaths. Before she could stop herself, she let a little moan escape. Their mouths became even hungrier for each other, and she pressed her breasts to his chest. He nibbled her lip a bit and then resumed the dueling of tongues deep in her mouth. The hand on her neck dropped down and gently squeezed her ass, pushing her harder into him. She felt his erection against her lower belly, and very wicked parts of her longed to pull his leather pants down and stroke him. Isabel rolled her hips against him and was rewarded with a wonderful growl.

He slid his hand up her clingy tank top and cupped her breast. She wanted more. Her breasts swelled, and her core became soaked with just the rhythm of his tongue in her mouth, sliding in and out and around. His slender fingers slid their way under her bra, and finally, he stroked one engorged nipple. The blood in her body flooded to two very special spots.

Isabel strained against his fingers, wanting him to pinch and stroke her nipple more. Hell, she wanted him to slide his other hand up and play with both breasts. He ground against her, and she responded with animal like mewling noises. This was not the teacher her students would even realize existed.

The elevator shook and resumed its downward journey, jolting both of them apart. Cool air flowed against her heated skin, and they each took a deep breath. Thomas stepped sideways a bit. He smiled like a male model and said simply, “Wow.”

She couldn’t help replying, “Wow to you too.”

You can find Isabel’s Awakening at Liquid Silver Books and Amazon.

-Kimber

 


Balancing Life with Writing or My Premature Ejaculation

I was never the most organized person in the first place.  You know, I’m one of those blondes who always has notes to self written on the back of her hand (right hand, because I’m a lefty).

When I was working as an RN, I had a number of things I needed to get done in a certain period of time.  I had a system, and made allowances for the unexpected.  It all got done—sometimes I stayed a little later than planned, but by the time I left, my slate was washed clean until the next time I reported for duty. I got to start over on a daily basis.

Now that I’m a stay at home mom and an author, the list of “things” is long and far-reaching into the future, and the “off-in-the-distance things” branch over the “daily things” for a combination of stuff that can be overwhelming at times.

Sometimes, it feels like I’m a snowball rolling down a hill.  I just keep collecting more things to do.  Some snow drops off on occasion, but the rate that I gather more far exceeds the pace of release.

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English: Writing «Shit_happens» (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have a calendar for real life and kid stuff (of which there is a lot). I have a calendar for blog posts and promo stuff and writing deadlines (of which there are also a lot). I have a book to keep track of writing expenses and a piles of shit (okay little slips of paper) surrounding my desk.  My hand has the word “dentist” written on it in permanent marker and we depart in minutes.  I couldn’t possibly fit my writing to-do list on my poor, abused skin.

Anyway, my point is, I misfired this morning; scheduled a post for the wrong date, and then realized and pulled it back immediately.  I will still be posting it on the correct date.  Anyone looking for Sofia Grey’s First Smexy this morning will have to wait a whole month.   Editing to say I was right in the first place and now re-posted.  I am just going to crawl back into bed and see if I can start this day over again.  Shoot me.  Shoot me now.

You can still check out her other first posts (here is the one for today).  And here is mine for today.  HOLY CRAP I’m an idiot!  You can still go check out her new wolf shifter book, Wolf at the Door.  No need to wait for me to get my shit together, because you could die of old age before that happens. 😉

And me?  I’ll reevaluate my system and see if I can possibly shake a bit more snow off and find my frozen brain. The forecast doesn’t look promising.

-Kimber


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