Saturday, 30 June 2012

You Know You Have Too Many Books When...

You know you have an addiction to, and own, too many books when...

1- You clean out the book case and find more than one of the same book.

2- You give away 155 of said books and it doesn't even look like any are missing.

3- You look at a book cover and say, "When the hell did I buy this?"

4- You look up a book and ask yourself, "Why the hell did I buy this?"

5- You look at a book and smile knowing you only bought it cor the cover.

6- You think you have finished cleaning and your daughter says, "Mum, just found another stack of books."

Today I have done this over and over I swear the damn things multiply at night all by themselves. "Hi, my name is NJ, and I am addicted to books - it has been sixteen hours since I read my last book."

Thursday, 28 June 2012

What's Happening?

Today I thought I would give you a heads up on what is happening: By December 1st - I need to have written 585,000 words to get all 14 Wips completed. I have actually written 182,356 of those words leaving 402,644 to still be written. 50K of those words can't be started until November as it is my NaNoWriMo project (Watson Falls: Walking On A Fine Line.) after doing my sums I have to write at least 2,400 - 2,615 words per day to complete it.

So I have decided that each day I will choose a different book and write my quota for each day - if I write more than sweet I am ahead... Feel free to keep me on track... I didn't include my blog stories because  I will do those regardless...

Yes I will be a busy bee for the next few months and I have to get ahead on some of it so I don't fall behind when I am at GRL in October. Now we just see how fast I can actually write. WISH ME LUCK!

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Just A Thought

Recently I came across an this blog and had to share:



I thought it had some of the coolest pictures that I have ever seen; There are two pictures of a person in black playing a violin one from the front and one from the back. I know it is a woman, but I have decided to use these images for a man. A very talented man who is also very shy. By dressing as a woman he is able to play to the huge audiences who come to watch him.

I have to admit this is only an Idea at his stage and I haven't worked out any of the details to the storyline. It was just something that jumped out at me when I first laid eyes on these pictures. I just need a title and MC names.

I am sure you will all agree that the pictures alone are just worth the look see. They rest of the pictures there just blew me away - if you like Gothic then take a wander over there and check them out.

Anyway I was figuring that maybe someone in the audience who attends a few shows (okay a lot of shows) realises that the beautiful woman is a man. they could help him to come out so to speak.

They could also help our very shy MC break out of the box he has hidden himself away in for so many years... Well that is my thought pattern so far.

If I think of anything more I will be sure to let you all know... maybe if I remember - I seem to have a brain like a fricken sieve lately.

Monday, 25 June 2012

So The Call Went Out~

**PERMISSION TO FORWARD**

MLRPress has put the call out for Vampire Warriors... they have to be subbed by November 15th 2012 to be released in March 2013... so if any of you are thinking about writing a Vamp story then check out the special subs at MLR SUBMISSIONS I notice it is not up there yet but it will be shortly... here is the gist of what was asked for by Kris Jacen:


HOT BLOOD

What can be hotter than a cold-blooded warrior using his weapons of choice – blade, brain, fang? A vampire out fighting every night for…love? Does he wield his brain or his brawn? Show us some fang!

Submissions should:

Have at least one vampire as a lead character

Be a minimum of 5k, maximum of 40k

Any subgenre is welcome and all prohibitive guidelines are observed

Deadline for submissions: November 15, 2012 Titles will release in the Spring of 2013

Submissions should be sent to special_submissions@mlrpress.com


I just thought I would pass this on so you could all check it out for yourselves and get those thinking caps on.

Bloody Hell & Then Some!!!

Okay, so yesterday I had this bright idea that I would get the whole family out for a day in the yard... two minutes in Nan declares she is too old and can't do any more... so she sits on a chair like queen muck the foreman telling us all how to fix the garden properly. Then Emily had an allergic reaction took a Phernergan (anti-histamine) and fell asleep, which left only the two of us working.

That was okay and then I may have badgered the hubs into cleaning up some of his junk (I swear to god some days my yard looks like a demolition yard). Luckily we have a tractor, yes this is the same tractor I complained about when my hubs bought it. Not that I will ever admit the tractor is worth it. For those of you who have ever seen my yard - The Hubs great big ugly yellow box is GONE! only taken me 7 years to get rid of it. It is not an eyesore when you drive down to the house. Man we had a good bonfire happening yesterday - next weekend we are tackling his crap in front of the big shed - one of these days I will have a yard that actually looks like a yard.


Saturday, 23 June 2012

Em's Turn

Better Man: all different with the same title. How the words they sing make us thing differently.









Friday, 22 June 2012

Walk This Way - Sneak Peek


When Jambi gave me the title: Walk This Way and then the characters first names : Shawn & Cory, I had the basis of my story. Then Z wanted emo/goth with just a little bit of cross-dressing thrown in... so now I had some more to my basis... here is a sneak peek:- just remember this has not been beta read so it will be full of mistakes

Sneak Peek.

Dedication:

For Jambi, who gave me the inspiration, the title, and the character’s first names. Without you I wouldn’t have a book.

For Z for wanting a little bit of emo/goth.

And to the band Good Charlotte whose chorus in ‘Last Night’ gave me the idea for the opening scene. You guys totally rock.


Chapter One

Boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp, Shawn Masters slowly opened his eyes and realised the pounding noise he could hear was all in his head. Everything looked so fucking bright that he had to slam his eyes closed again. His mouth tasted like someone had dumped and ashtray in it, which was odd considering he didn’t even smoke. His body was one huge-arse ball of achiness. Once again he attempted to open his eyes and face the day to come. Lifting his had to wipe the sleep from his eyes he stopped and stared at the leather studded wrist band he was wearing. “What the fuck?”

Sitting up, he looked around and got a few even bigger shocks. One: he didn’t recognise a damn thing, so where the hell was he? Two: he was completely naked except of course for the studded wristband, and what he assumed was a studded collar of some kind and on his feet were the fucking scariest looking pair of stilettos he had ever seen. They were dangerous they could almost be classed as lethal weapons. What the hell were they doing on his feet? Where the hell had they come from?

Shawn moved enough so he could sit in the edge of the bed. Leaning down he unbuckled the monstrosities from his feet; lifting one up he studied the shoe: it was a platform stilettos with what appeared to be a wolf’s mouth with sharp vicious looking teeth and tongue, the things had so many studs on them he would have set of every metal detector within a hundred foot radius and for some odd reason there was two cherries on the top of each shoe which could have represented the eyes of the wolf. If he had to say what animal the shoe resembled the most, he would have to put it down to the hounds of hell.

As his gaze skimmed over the room trying to recall anything to tell him where exactly he was he stopped on something on the one small table in the room. Testing whether or not he could walk without wanting to throw up was not as easy as it sounded. As it was his stomach felt like someone had magically put an agitator out of a washing machine inside him; just so everything inside him got nice and stirred up.

“Fuck!” this would have to be the butt-ugliest room he had ever been in the walls looked like they were at once upon a time have been painted orange and now they just look yuck. The bedspread were hideous, they probably had been bought back in the sixties and had never been renewed. They hurt his eyes just looking at them.

Taking a deep breath he pushed himself to his feet and unsteadily walked across the room. Written on the chipped and cracked Formica surface in some sort of black makeup were five words: Thanks I’ll call you, C. the whole thing was outlined in a heart. “What the fuck? Who the hell is C?”

Making his way to the only door the room held besides the front door. Shawn found himself in the bathroom which was no bigger than a broom closet. As he stood in front of and relieved himself he saw his clothes neatly folded on the sink. Above it on the mirror were more words written in the same black: You were the best. And below it was a black lipstick kiss.

Frowning at his reflection in the mirror Shawn hissed as his jeans settled into place, man, he was tender back there. Had he fallen on his arse and done some damage, hopefully whatever he had hurt would heal quickly. Especially seeing as for his job most of his day was spent sitting.

Thursday, 21 June 2012

The Faery Tree by Cherie Noel.





And: if you go over and comment at Cherie’s blog – ‘Tales from the writing cave’ – By noon tomorrow EST… Cherie will enter you in the draw to win a copy of this fabulous book. The link is at the bottom of this post.


BLURB:

Seelie Fae Prince Ee-an, brought up in as a royal foster son in the Unseelie court, seeks love guidance from a seer—and learns of a shocking circumstance.

Thomas Hume, fleeing an ugly breakup, moves across the country and into an old brick building with an otherworldly tree in its backyard. Branches move when no wind blows. Tiny lights glow from it in the night. Only the reasonable rent and an ironclad lease keep him there.

Finding a portal between the two worlds open, Ee-an travels to the human realm to find his foretold mate. Fae laws forbid Ee-an to stay in the human realm. Thomas’s adopted daughter and younger brother are unable to cross the veil into Faery. Can Ee-an and Thomas find a way to honor their obligations without losing hope for a happily-ever-after future?

EXCERPT:

I woke from what had to be the weirdest dream ever to find myself lying on a mattress that felt the way I imagined floating on a cloud must, covered in a fluffy, forest green comforter. I was not in my bed. I had a battle scarred queen bed that had belonged to some pre-teen girl in its former life. This was made blatantly obvious by the random splashes of various shades of nail polish and the occasional scribbles attesting to the fact that the owner would love Justin Bieber forever. On second thought, the bed had probably belonged to some lucky pre-teen queer boy with liberal parents before I found it at the Salvation Army. After all, what self respecting straight girl would chase after Justin Bieber, even in her mind? He was far too pretty to be straight. Everyone knew that… well, at least every hopeful young queer did.

Ee-an’s rumbling bass tones came through the cracked open door, eased along the hardwood floor and crawled up onto the heavenly bed with me, rather in the manner of a friendly hound. He spoke some lilting language I couldn’t make heads or tails of, but thought might be Gaelic. It sounded a bit like the elves from The Lord of the Rings movie starring Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom. Those two were a double dose of yum in my book, even if they did dress funny and, at least in Aragorn’s case, have the bad taste to fall in love with a woman.

I pushed myself up and was treated to a moment of wooziness. I must have made some noise because Ee-an’s conversation broke off and then the door to the room I was in pushed open.

“Thomas? Is that you?”

As the door swung wide, the faint whimper escaping my throat turned to a moan.

Ee-an stood, back lit and perfectly framed in the dark wood of the door frame. He wore a pair of black leather trousers that molded to his firm thighs with loving devotion. And that was it. The pants laced partway up the front, and they were only laced half way. I could see a light trail of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton to where the waist of the pants would lie if they were closed all the way. There the—oh so happy—trail broadened. His torso was gloriously bare. My gaze wandered across sculpted pecs, down across a firm mid-section which hinted at a six pack, and then back up to the rounded tops of his well-muscled shoulders.

Oh yeah.

I could so see myself holding onto those broad shoulders as he fucked all sense out of me up against a wall. I must have whimpered again at that point because the next thing I knew, Ee-an was easing me back down against the bed, his brow crinkling up and his lips pinching together.

“Thomas? Are you in pain?”

His warm brown eyes searched my face, peering into my eyes as though he could see my very soul. I blinked owlishly up at him and then did possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I ran the tips of my fingers across the stubble lining his jaw and traced the outline of his plush lips.

“So soft…”

Ee-an’s eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.

Score. Maybe not the dumbest thing I’d ever done, then.

He pulled in a deep breath, drawing my eyes and my stupid hands to his chest. His nipples hardened as I watched. He leaned down toward me, pausing just before his lips would have brushed my mouth.

“I’m going to kiss you now unless you give me aught reason I shouldn’t.”

I moaned again, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. Ee-an’s lips lit upon my own as lightly as the brush of butterfly wings, once and again. Then he sealed his lips carefully over mine, slid his tongue into my mouth and stroked it along mine teasingly. His hands slid over my chest, and I cursed the invention of clothing. My shirt kept me from feeling the rasp of his skin on mine. I could feel the heat though, and I thought in that moment that I could happily spend the rest of my life right here, with his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body. Only, in a perfect world, this would happen with far less clothing between us. A guy’s gotta have goals, you know?

After a bit, the damned inconvenient necessities of life, like oxygen, got in the way of the best kiss I’d ever been blessed to participate in. Ee-an pulled back slowly, brushing my lips with his own, ending the kiss just as he’d started it, with a whisper across my lips.

“Delicious.”

Again I found myself blinking up into his melted chocolate eyes without two thoughts to rub together in my brainpan. I realized that my hips were straining upward, seeking to press my painfully hard cock against any part of him I could reach. I forced my over-eager body to relax back down onto the bed.

“I… best kiss ever. Again?”

Ee-an chuckled, dropped one of those butterfly kisses at the corner of my mouth and pushed himself back up to standing with an impressive flex of those biteable shoulders. I sighed. Propping myself up on an elbow, I quirked an eyebrow at him and asked the question that had been burning up my pea-sized brain since I woke.

“Um… where am I?”

Ee-an flashed a smile. My belly quivered. Seriously, when do peoples’ bellies quiver? You know, outside of romance novels?

Sheesh.

I could feel a warm tide rising up my throat to wash across my cheeks and forehead. Yeah, I aced Dork 101 without needing any of the study aides. So?

Ee-an sobered for a moment, his eyes seeming to search my features intently before he grasped my forearms and hauled me back to a seated position. The woozy feeling was gone. Go figure. Heh. He really did kiss my boo-boo all better.

His deep rumble broke into my meandering thoughts. “You look much better, Thomas. As to where you are: you’re at my place. When we got home from the hospital last night you said there was no one at your place to keep an eye on you so I brought you here.”

Damn.

Double Damn.

I’d spent the night with Ee-an and had no fracking memory of it. I quickly clenched my ass-cheeks together. Nope, there was no lingering soreness there. I guess he hadn’t taken advantage of my weakened state.

Pity.

Ee-an kept speaking, and I forced my mind to catch up with the real life happenings going on right in front of me rather than swimming through the infinite sea of my imaginings. Ee-an shook his head. Quirking a brow at me he spoke, his expression made it obvious that he was repeating something he’d already said.

“Do you know when your brother and daughter will be back from visiting your friends in Pennsylvania?”

I blinked at him.

Gods.

His voice was getting me hard again.

“I—uh, they should be home by this afternoon.”

Ee-an nodded, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Do you want to stay here until they get back? You know, just so you won’t be on your own.”

I opened my mouth to suavely reply to that ordinary question. But, of course, being me meant that it could never be that simple. I listened in horror to the words spilling from my traitorous mouth.

“Wait? Like, naked waiting? Is that code for sex?”

Ee-an took a step back, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening as his face flooded with color. His sultry voice shook as he stammered his way through a response. “No—not naked. It—I—that is here. Stay. I mean you should stay in your clothes. And wait. For your brother and, ah—I’m going to make us some lunch. S-s-salad? I’ll toss a salad. No. I—I mean I’ll make salad. Caesar.”

Ee-an fled to the kitchen, but I was not dismayed. The sight of the enormous erection he sported while running from the room smacked into my awareness like a solid oak clue-by-four. Hah. Those two functioning brain cells I have kicked into action and told me that the big hunk who’d all but run screaming into the other room was all mine even if he wasn’t aware of it yet.

Caesar salad sounded like a fine entrĂ©e, but I was shooting for an appetizer that the chef hadn’t listed on today’s menu. An evil grin stretched my ordinary lips wide. A filthy little chuckle worked its way up through my chest to ring through Ee-an’s room.

“I think I’ll start with a protein shake. I am a growing boy, after all.”

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Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Another Delay & I'm Sorry.


Due to feeling like crap (I burnt inside my throat on a very hot piece of roast chicken - Don't ask it is a long and very embarrassing story). So Instead of finishing Jettermane like I promised. I'm gonna curl up and read Cattle Valley: Alone in a Crowd by Carol Lynne.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Due To Being A Slack-Arse...

Just get your minds out of the gutter right now, this has nothing to do with SEX! Well not yet anyway... I was supposed to post the next instalment of Jettermane today but you guessed it I haven't even written it yet. I am hoping to get it done by tonight. So instead I thought I would share something with you all.

A friend pointed out some shoes  that Jambi posted over on Facebook and we all got to talking about them because they are fricken awesome So in a round about way we will Blame Z Allora for saying they should be written into a story on the feet of a cross dresser and I opened my big mouth saying yes an Emo/Goth cross dresser and if somebody gave me a title and the names of the characters I would right the story. Jambi supplied that information.

Story Title: Walk This Way
Characters: Shawn & Cory 

So now I will work on this story and add it to my list of books to get done by the end of the year. Wish me luck - I may just need it. (Lucky I love a good Challenge).

Lancaster's Way Book 1







Sunday, 17 June 2012

One Last Kiss Goodbye







Just Had To Share


This is not my family or in anyway connected to my family, yet I found it too beautiful and funny not to share it with everyone. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did and I hope the couple spend many wonderful years together just because they can.

Shit That Pisses Me Off!

Why a I pissed off you may ask: because I just got a heap of legal documents and they spelt my fucking name wrong... You would think with the amount they charge an hour they could at least get something as simple as my name right. And the bit that pisses me off the most is they only have it wrong on half the documents (or in different parts of the document). It drives me nuts. Okay, rant over. Tomorrow I will have a new instalment of Jettermane for you all to read.


Saturday, 16 June 2012

OUT NOW!!!

Okay, out now for some people.  
The rest of us will have to wait until tomorrow.

Meet Kayne Henderson  & Jacen Ives


Friday, 15 June 2012

Out Now!!!

Lancaster's Way #1


This is where you get the first introduction into the likes of the men from a the small town of Lancaster's Way... It is the first  line to some very interesting stories and I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. Book two: A Different Way Of Seeing will be Chase's story.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

I Fucked Up!



Well you think I would get it right - BUT NOOOOO!!! I had to go and stuff it up. Erica gave me the simplest of instructions and still I got it wrong. So I have just spent the last hour or so of going through and fixing the last bit of homework for this years Blog Hop.

As you can see we have a pretty new badge for next years hop. I will have to attach it to my blog so it is on display. I will even remember to link it to the Hops own Blog which is maintained by Erica Pike - our fearless whip cracking leader - shh! don't tell her I said that.

We are in the process of fine-lining things so that next year it is much smoother, at least we will know what we are doing next time.

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Another Awesome Review



Here is another awesome Review for my Vamp Boys... It has given me stuff to think about concerning Christian's future... but all in a good way. so check it out and leave a comment if you wish.

Sam Singer: Beholding Beauty.

I just love this cover


I just wanted to share this wonderful story with everyone - so do yourself a favour and check it out.

BUY LINK

Releasing June  27th 2012


Blurb:


Craig Ryan’s modeling dreams crashed and burned on the streets of LA. Still, a man has to eat, and the escort biz pays well, and the sex isn’t bad. Actually, Craig enjoys his new job and benefits. That is, until a client called Dee hires him. Dee is a mystery. He keeps his face hidden and prohibits touching, even when touching his mouthwatering body becomes Craig’s fantasy. 


Falling for a customer was never in Craig’s plans. But wrapped inside Dee’s peculiar requirements, there’s a sense of loneliness and pain that strikes deep within Craig, awakening his own need for something more—something with a future beyond one-night stands.


Excerpt:

The elevator stopped and opened directly into the luxurious penthouse; it was huge with an open floor plan, elegantly furnished, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather. The kitchen gleamed with top-of-the-line chrome appliances. There was a nicely sized, but not ostentatious, LCD television to the left of a fireplace surrounded by built-in mahogany bookcases crammed full of books. The floors were gleaming hardwood with beautiful, intricate Persian rugs here and there. On the coffee table was an array of magazines—Time, Newsweek, Men’s Health, GQ, The Advocate, and Details—along with a book of erotic male photography. The entire west wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a spectacular view of the city at sunset, and there standing in front of them, looking out, had to be his client.

He was big, not overweight, but tall, lean, and most likely muscular if the broad shoulders were anything to go by. His hair was to his shoulders, dark, brown probably, and thick. He looked to be impeccably dressed in dark slacks and shirt—silk, Craig guessed. Despite a couple of years in the escort business and being plenty jaded, Craig was intrigued. He wished the man would turn around. He’d love to see if the front was as appealing as the back.
“I’m Craig,” Craig said evenly.

“I’m Dee,” his client said in a deep voice, not turning to face Craig.

Craig took a few uncertain steps closer. “I hope I’m what you wanted.”

“You’re fine,” his client replied shortly.

Craig frowned and his brows knitted together in puzzlement. How could he think Craig was fine when he hadn’t even turned to look at him? The first tendrils of unease began to unfurl inside him. This guy was big, strong, and could easily overpower Craig. Not that Craig was a slouch, but he didn’t have the muscle mass his client seemed to under his expensive clothes, and this guy was at least three inches taller than him.

There was a low mechanical hum, and the curtains began to close over the windows, shutting out the weak light from the setting sun. A second later the television clicked on.

“Have a seat, Craig,” Dee said, motioning to the overstuffed suede sofa.

Craig swallowed and nodded even though Dee couldn’t see. He sank down into the plush sofa but kept Dee in his line of sight. The curtains closed completely, and the only light came from the glow of the television and the dim recessed lights in the kitchen. Craig didn’t like this, didn’t like not being able to see his client, not being able to judge his reactions.
“Do you have a favorite genre of film?” his client asked, moving away from the windows and over to sit beside Craig. Craig looked over at Dee but couldn’t really make out any facial features because of the dim lighting, and Dee’s hair was obscuring his face. It didn’t exactly make Craig feel better about this situation.

Monday, 11 June 2012

Spruiking Rights!


Death Metal Band ~ Disentomb

Band's current line up:

Tom "Pox" Joice ~ Bass
Henri Sison ~ Drums
Jake Wilkes ~ Guitars


Jordon "Jord" Philp ~ Vocals



Jake, Henri & Jordon are all ex memebers of the Death Metal band Cadaverine)

My Awesome Nephew

Okay here is why I am spruiking about this Death Metal Band. 
1) My nephew is part of the line up. 
2) They will be soon supporting some huge arse band (can't think of their name)
3) And just because they are awesome

Album


Sunken Chambers of Nephilim


Disentomb

Sunday, 10 June 2012

A Little Piece Of Me!


I saw this picture on face book about hearing voices in our heads and thought it was funny:  After reading this and thinking about it for awhile I realised this is so true. As a writer I do have voices talking in my head... I don't think a day goes by where I don't have one character or the another vying for attention of some kind. Usually Vladimir keeps them all under control but I have days now when even Vlad says, "Fuck it: have fun and run wild."

Here is a review for TLOM 1: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken click on the link to read it.





Saturday, 9 June 2012

Other Things!

OTHER THINGS:

This is my writing schedule from now until December... Fingers crossed I get it all done. They are in no particular order. The YA series name may change at some stage.


1-    The Lines of Marsden: Living in Shadows (Re working)
2-    Winblown Kisses: My Knight In Tarnished Armour (Re Working)
3-    Toowoomba Boys: Dancing with Demons
4-    Lancaster’s Way: A Different Way Of Seeing
5-    The Diamond Rose: The Diamond Rose
6-    Beautiful According To Me: Welcome To My World (YA)
7-    Beautiful According To Me: This Is How I See You (YA)
8-    On The 12th Day (Xmas)
9-    Hidden Gifts (Xmas)
10- Boys From The Bush (Australia Day)
11- Walking On A Fine Line (NaNoWriMo)
12- Pack Matters: Chasing Dreams Of You.

Friday, 8 June 2012

Z Allora!

Book Three

Look what Z Allora has out for us all to read and fall in love with... I know what I will be doing this Afternoon.

BLURB:

 Dusty Davis achieved the rock and roll dream but he didn't have the one thing he craved. Someone with whom he could share it. J seems to be that person. Though a few hours in a dark club and four months of intense online communication, how well did he really know the person?

  Appearances are deceiving but J is exactly what Dusty needs. Now after he is accused his would be lover of deception, Dusty's got to win J back. In order to do that he'll have to fight both of their demons. But now that he's Finally Fallen will it cost him his brothers?

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Update!

Today I am spending the day doing my Galley Proof  on Lacaster's Way #1: When Souls Collide. All I can say is I suck at using contractions... reading back through this I now see what My editor the wonderful Kimberly Brandt has been saying to me.

I can tell you this Kimberly I'm gonna try to remember right from the beginning for the next book I send you so that I won't have this now... Funny how at the very end I now see what you were saying all along.

I am hoping to get this done by tonight and sent back as I have a coupe of other books that I need to polish up before submitting. Writing seems to be a never ending roller-coaster ride of highs and lows. In some of my WIPS I'm not sure if I see the light at the end of the tunnel or a train wreck waiting to happen. I will let you know when I work it out.

I have already started Chase's story, so keep your eyes peeled for Lancaster's Way #2: A Different Way Of Seeing.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Getting Tattooed.

Getting more done on my tattoo today. The part Ted will be working on and it is up near my left armpit. Hope I don't laugh to much. (Yes, I'm ticklish) so I kept laughing when Ted did the outline. I will be back tomorrow. I am having a picture of a Cinderella type of scarecrow holding a bloody heart in her hand it will so go with the rest of my Halloween themed sleeve. 

Monday, 4 June 2012

Embry Carlysle...


My girl Embry is debuting her free read over at GoodReads in the next couple of days. I hope you all take the time to check out her first ever for the public viewing (except for Finding Will on her blog). This for me was an excellent read. Yes, I was one of the lucky ones who got to have a sneaky peak before the rest of you all.

BLURB:

Nicolai Enescu has known his destiny since he was a small child but thought he had more time before he had to fulfill his duties as future Alpha. All he ever wanted was to be loved and now that he has that it has all been threatened because it is considered forbidden.

Thomas Bauer has been alone for so long and has finally found a home in Nicolai's arms. Until a destiny neither can change threatens to destroy everything they both want.

Can these two men find a way to stay together before the dark forces keep them apart forever?