Em's Turn

Iron is low

5 songs to 

pick me up.
Okay, the 5th one 
is because it's been
 over a year now 
since he died.

Beautiful According To Me

Character Inspiration

When I'm looking for characters I find them through pictures that I see on the net, or maybe readers have sent them to me thinking they might make a good vampire, shifter, fey, demon, human, etc. So I'll share a few of my upcoming possible characters. I should add I have no idea who these people are, or where they come from,  just that they are beautiful according to me.

Weekly Report...

I'm still not caught up, but I'm getting there. I know I wasn't going to mention the cat, but I have to,  to explain why I'm not caught up... Oliver/Houdini is a royal pain in my arse. I've had to spend much valuable writing time modifying the cat enclosure to keep the tricksy bastard from getting out... Let's just say I'm not the greatest when it comes to using a staple gun.

Why, oh why couldn't Olli be like the rest of the cats I've had over the years who were just content to be? Why does he feel the need to try and escape out into the fricken streets? He's got a whole house and fully enclosed veranda and yard. Isn't that enough?

Please tell me cats can't hang upside down and climb across cat wire... if they can then I'm well and truly fucked as he'll still escape.

On that note, I actually have been working on The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses. I've actually been going back through what I already have and making sure it makes sense and changing things where necessary. I hope to be back on track by the end of next week.

A Step Back In Time...

I'm the one in the yellow dress. I know, because I still have that brooch the other two are my niece, Leigh in the middle... who is now a high school English teacher has just turned 48 if I'm not mistaken... the giggle guts is my nephew Luke who passed away a few years ago in an auto accident. Hit by a drunk driver.... God, look at the lino on the floor. And by the looks of it my dress had Bambi & Thumper on it. If I'm not mistaken this picture was taken at 12 Elizabeth Street, in Gladstone, Queensland. I only every remember carpet on the floor. Man, that lino is ugly, but oh so shiny.

Heatwave Ramble...

I know living in Australia I should be used to the damn heat... but Christ Almighty, I wish it would cool down some, or at least rain to break this dry spell. Somedays it's too hot to damn think let alone sit here and write... even with the aircon on. Which let's be honest, is costing us all a fortune to run these days. We have to have it though, especially those of us with elderly relatives living at home.

Looking out my windows today it is overcast, so I'm hopeful that we might have a break in the weather, but if it's like the last couple of storms they'll last 10 minutes tops... and do jack shit to cool things down, or they'll move around us and we'll miss out completely.

I just need to be able to start thinking again without wanting to constantly change clothes from sweating. Oh, how I miss winter. We never really get cold winters here. so days can get a bit brisk, but other than that they are quite nice. I basically use summer doonas all year round... though, 20 minutes away you will freeze your arse off and be cursing winter to hell and back.

I should mention I'm just bitching and complaining... up here in Sunny Queensland we don't have it anywhere near as bad as some of the other parts of Australia at the moment they're already topping well into the 40°... closer to the 50°... Now that would totally suck and they were out playing test cricket in 47° C heat... then by 6 that night it had dropped to 27°━crazy if you ask me. No wonder people are getting sick.

Taking Breaks From The Computer.

I don't know about other authors, but I'm a bad one for forgetting to take breaks from the computer. I always end up with sore eyes because of this. so I'm trying to train myself this year to take breaks at reasonable times.

I'm also going to limit my social media time so that I don't get sidetracked and find hours have passed and no writing has gotten done. this was one of my worst traps last year. and I'm determined not to relapse this year. I need to meet my quota each week and I'll never get it done if I keep getting sidetracked. so I will get on the first thing in the morning and check my messages and then I will turn off social media so I can fully concentrate fully on my writing. By the end of this week, I want to at least say that I have reached 40+ K on The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses.

While on these breaks I need to get up and walk around and do some exercises, or a bit of housework. just to keep my body moving so that I'm not constantly sitting in my chair because that can't be good. I always feel stiff and sore if I've sat for too long. 

Also if I type for too long my fingers ache. I think it may take me a little while to get back into the swing of things again. I miss being able to write the way I used to. I find I now need to rub arthritis cream into my hands each night and sometimes each morning━It sucks getting old. Yeah, I know I'm only turning 49 (in what is it? About 26 days━shit that came around fast)... but some days I feel 89. I think I need to rethink my diet again and eat better to get my brain energy going to help me write more efficiently. Well, at least to keep me focussed. 

Happy Birthday!

Emily Kate

Happy birthday

Big 28 today

Michael Marsden

Series Title: The Lines of Marsden.

Books: Fist line.

Name: Michael Alexander Marsden.

Age: 22 (at time of turning).

Species: Vampire (King).

Realm: SE Queensland, Australia.

Hair Colour/Type/Length: Dark brown almost black (in book one it is just past his shoulders in book 2 onward it is cropped short like in this picture).

Eye Colour/Shape: Purple (shade varies depending on his moods).

Skin colour Type Pale never was prone to tanning.

Scars/Blemishes: Facial scars - small one between the nose and the top lip and one that runs the length of his jaw on his left side, (due to his cousin Geoffrey tripping him into a barbwire fence when in high school – they hate each other).

Height: 5 feet 9.

Weight: 90 Kg.

Clothing preferred: Jeans, dress shirts. Though after meeting pack and the English vampires he does start wearing t-shirts.  He does have a lot of clothing with Dragons on (bought by Gypsy mostly black).

Mannerisms: At first Michael’s kind of shy and unsure of himself. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Michael once comfortable, with who he is, makes the best damn leader (He’s destined to be king). Michael’s a jump in there all or nothing type of person. Not really an over-thinker, and gets frustrated when the others need to talk and think through everything. Probably why he ends up in trouble so much of the time. Once he sets his mind to something there’s no way he’ll give up until he has completed/mastered what he has set out to do. He’s compassionate up to a point. Hurt him, or who he claims as his, and your life isn’t worth living.

Favourite Colour: All shades of blue.

Favourite Food: Chicken Kiev and Salad

Favourite Drink: Coke/ Bourbon (even though booze really has no effect on them—he just likes the taste)/ and Christian gets him hooked on green tea.

Favourite Band: He likes it all he’s pretty Eclectic in his tastes

Favourite Book: David Eddings the Elenian series

Favourite Movie: Chronicles of Riddick.

NOTES: Siblings are Gypsy his twin sister in this lifetime and Benj from their original lifetime. He has three children with Doyle who was originally known by another name, (Carleah)—children are Raphael who has been kidnapped by Venetia, and still missing, or rather hidden away are Michaela and Vladimir who will be introduced in future books. Michael only ever wanted to live his life. But soon realised that words said in haste to piss someone off often have a way of coming back to bite him in the arse, and turning him into the king of a whole legion of beings, all looking to him for the answers.

Lost Thoughts & Missing Treasures...

So many times I think of a story and I write down notes on the said story until I can transfer notes to my computer. Why is it when I go to find the damn book I've written the notes in, it's never where I left it? When I ask if anyone has seen it they all tell me no. It frustrates me to no end. Mainly because I'll never remember things the way I did the first time around. I'll always forget some little thing and just my luck it'll be the most damn important thing in the whole storyline. I think on my next day off from writing I'm going to pull out every single notebook and scrap of paper I can find and check if they hold my missing treasures.

I admit most of my story ideas come from dreams that I have, and they are hard to hold onto at the best f times. I always have a notebook beside my bed in case I wake up in the middle of the night and need to jot something down to use at a later date. The weird thing is, it's never about a story I'm working on. It's always a new story idea. I know I shouldn't be taking an interest in any new ideas at the moment, but if I don't write them down then they will be lost forever.

At least if I do go through all the bits and pieces I'll actually know what I have and what is keepable and what I should get rid of, because pounds to peanuts some of it will be shit... I might even see if there is one worthy to turn into a blog story for everyone... Seeing as I'm making an effort to be more blog efficient this year.

I'm also going to start talking more about my books, or more to the point what I'm working on. With the occasional post or two thrown in where I ramble about the ups and downs of writing. I was at a family event on the weekend and my niece told me I talk too much about my cats... Okay, I got the message, Leigh. The cats are off the blog, or until that crazy bastard does something else that's newsworthy. On that note, I'm outa here. I'll catch you all tomorrow.

Em's Turn

4 songs running around 

inside my head at the moment.

Enjoy!

Getting Back Into My Mindset...

I have to admit that after taking such a long break in writing I'm finding it rather difficult to get back into the swing of things. There always seems to be something that needs my attention and pulls me away from my computer/tablet. I have to figure out how to get back into writing every day━even just a little bit so that I can get some of my projects completed this year.

I don't know whether to work on multiple projects at once like I used to or just one at a time. to make things easier. What is going to be harder for me going back to what I once knew, or training myself to work in a completely different style?

All I know for sure is I have to do something or I'll be sitting here this time next year talking about the exact same thing and another fruitless year will have passed me by. I definitely don't want that to happen, and I sure don't think my readers do either. I owe them more than that. I have also decided not to start any new series until I have at least written the next books in all existing series because if I start new projects I'll never finish the old ones, and that can't be allowed to happen.

I Have An Ouchy... & Other News

I have had a little accident. Nothing major and honestly it's not even enough to keep me down. I went to Bunnings this week and dropped a piece of wood on my foot (not even a heavy piece) and it just hit my foot (which was in a sandal) at the wrong angle and put the smallest of cuts on it. It bled like nobodies business (thank God Emily had band-aids in my handbag still from when she had blisters━bad news I'm allergic to the sticky stuff on band-aids) but not my foot is all bruised and a pain in the arse to walk on. The wound and bruising are near my big toe on my left foot. So for the next little bit I'll be taking it easy, or at least I'm going to try... which is usually code for I'll be busy as hell and it'll take twice as long to heal.

Well, I never got as much writing done this week as I would have liked. I've actually spent the week cleaning house. One day I set up my spare room as a nursery for when my granddaughter is born for when I'm looking after her when Emily is at uni and Elliot is at work... only a couple of hours for two days a week, but she needs her own room. especially when she's sleeping. the rest of the time has just been general house and yard work.

I know I can still catch up on what I missed out writing wise this week in the next couple of weeks. I have Emily's baby shower on the sixth, but after that, I should be golden and then my writing life will hopefully get back to normal. I will give you a weekly update every Friday to let you know how I'm going with my 2018 writing schedule.

The Trail Of Red Roses

The Lines Of Marsden 4

The Trail Of Red Roses

I've decided to try and finish this one first and get it out of the way so that I can concentrate on my other 100K novel after that. If I get the two big one done straight up then I only have novellas for the rest of the year. I'm thinking that is the most sensible course of action to take.

I must admit I absolutely love writing this series because these boys and their extended families hold a very special place in my heart. Though, even I have to admit they have evolved far beyond the first vision that I had for them. I think they have grown into stronger men than I ever thought they'd become.

I can't wait to share with you the last of the first line so that I can introduce the second line and the adventures, trials, and tribulations that befall them. Mind you I haven't even started plotting that far ahead. I have a few notes jotted down (here's hoping I don't lose them like so many times before). So at least I know where I was planning on going.

Though I don't mind admitting that out of all of them this is the most difficult book to write as it's pulling me in so many directions at once and I'mm trying to hold it all together so that it still makes sense... but in saying that it needs those same differences to make the story grow so that the last two books in the storyline make sense book 5: On The 12th Day is a  Christmas Novella, and book 6: And then You Die, is the final of the first line.

Guest : Lisabet Sarai ~ Vows

ASIAN ADVENTURES 3: Vows
LISABET SARAI

Contemporary multicultural bisexual erotic romance (X rated)

7,400 words

Smashwords and Amazon KDP

ISBN: 9781370254026 (Smashwords)

HFN ending

Lisabet also has a giveaway on her blog Beyond Romance in conjunction with this new release so feel free to stop by for your chance to win

Blurb

Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. I would never have acted on my desire for male flesh if she hadn’t bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it. I’ll never forget that incandescent night with the audacious young punk she bought for me in Amsterdam.

Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I can’t banish the images of Souvannaphone— ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cry out to be kissed. I yearn for his body—and his serenity.

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PG Excerpt

We strolled northeast toward the far end of the peninsula, where Wat Xieng Thong was situated. The jewel of Luang Prabang, according to our guidebook. We had visited several of the other famous temples in the city. I had been saving this one for last.

Dani took my hand as we made our way through the quiet streets, in the lengthening shadow of Phu Si hill. “Relax,” she said.  “Don’t worry. I’ll handle things. Just leave everything to me.”

That was exactly what I was worried about.

The vegetation thickened around us as we left the city center behind. We passed rough wooden houses on stilts, chickens scrabbling in the shade underneath, laundry swaying in the gentle breeze. Occasionally, we heard the muted babble of a television or radio, but we saw no one. It felt as though the whole of the city-village was dozing in the afternoon. I took a deep breath, and then another, trying to release the awful tension that gripped me, but it was no use. I was consumed by desire and dread.

Finally we reached the arched gateway to Wat Xieng Thong. Souvannaphone’s home. Gilded nagas, the serpent-dragons that sheltered the Buddha while he meditated, guarded the entry, their scales a riot of multi-colored mirrors. As we stepped over the sill and into the sacred compound, I felt something shift inside me. The choice was made, the effects would follow. Let karma do its worst.

At first, the place seemed deserted. Directly in front of us was the magnificent sim, or ordination chapel, with its five-layered, flame-tipped roof swept into dramatic earthward curves. Smaller but equally ornate buildings were scattered around it. Blue tile and gold leaf were everywhere.

An enormous, fantastically-twisted tree shaded the entire courtyard. At the same moment —I could tell from the way her hand tightened in mine—Dani and I noticed the figure seated, full lotus, on the turf at the foot of its main trunk.

It was, of course, Souvannaphone. His eyes were closed; his chest was bare. The golden, hairless flesh fascinated me. His nipples, more bronze than gold, drew my eyes and made my balls contract and ache.

It was his expression, though, that once again brought up my tears. It gave me a glimpse of total peace. Bliss. Perfect stillness and unearthly beauty. My craving to know his exquisite body faded and transformed into exquisite longing to know what he knew, to experience this state of completion.

X-Rated Excerpt

Dani was still stroking my penis surreptitiously as the boat pulled up to the public dock. “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? We can—talk—about our new friend.” She paid the boatman, and handed me my straw hat, which I used to hide my raging erection as we strolled the few blocks back to our guest house. I barely had time to close the door and slip out of my sandals before Dani was down on her knees in front of me, undoing my fly.

Here in the privacy of our room, I didn’t object. I was painfully hard; it seemed as though the taut skin sheathing my organ would burst at the slightest touch. Danielle squeezed. I could scarcely bear it. She gazed up at me, mischief in her hazel eyes. “Pretend that it’s him, sucking you,” she murmured. Then she swallowed me whole.

Her mouth was a steaming tropical jungle, her muscular tongue a snake twining around me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into pure sensation.

After five years with me, she knew how to give me what I liked—languorous strokes from base to tip alternating with energetic sucking that must have left her jaw sore, but which brought me to the edge again and again. I filled my mind with images of her: the ginger thatch of her pubis matching the fringe on her head; the slick folds hidden among those curls; her palm-sized breasts with their extravagant nipples; her lively, intelligent, sometimes mocking face. I imagined that she was stroking herself as she worked on me. That might well be true. I remembered her wild, almost inhuman expression when she came.

But as she brought me inexorably closer to orgasm, these images slipped away, though I tried to hold on to them. Instead, I saw a pair of ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cried out to be kissed. I imagined bare feet, muscular buttocks, a slim cock rearing like a rod of ivory, hairless and pure. She was broadcasting these images to me, I knew it, but that didn’t help me to resist. My desperate moan was part guilt, part overwhelming arousal. I saw a cloud of saffron-hued fabric drifting down, covering twined limbs, white and honey-colored, and I spilled myself into Danielle’s greedy mouth.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP EMAIL LIST.

New Fur Baby... Oliver

This is a chance to meet my new fur baby, Oliver... Olli for short. He's 4-years-old. I got him from the Toowoomba RSPCA. I wanted to hopefully get a friend for Willow who still was having a rough time after Droogie's passing. So 8 weeks on, Olli has come to live with us.

It turns out Willow wants nothing to do with him, but since his arrival, she has calmed right down and is no longer waking me up every half an hour to check if I'm still alive and with her.

Truthfully, I totally forgot how full-on a 4-year-old cat can be... Willow at 17-years-old is nice and quiet... well, most of the time. Olli is like he's had 50 energy drinks and constantly on the go until he suddenly conks out. We've had to modify the cat enclosure because apparently, he's also a climber and can jump really high. At the moment, he is an indoor cat until my poor brother (Ted) can modify one end of the cat enclosure so that the little bugger can't scale the cat wire and escape━Maybe we should have named him Houdini.

According to this chart, Willow who is 17 is really 84 so she is an old fart. and Oliver who is 4 is only 32. I wanted a fully grown cat and not a kitten as I didn't want to have to deal with litter box training. Plus, I think more kittens get adopted than fully grown cats do. So I'd rather give a second chance to an older cat... but compared to Willow he's a spring chicken. He follows me everywhere and has taken over my bedroom as if it's his own. He's most active at 2 a.m. Why? Why can't they be active during the day and sleep all night? At 2 a.m. He loves nothing better than to run around the tops of my wardrobes & bookcases.

Willow ignores him more than anything, if he gets too close she'll his at him, but at least they aren't fighting. Hopefully, in time she'll become friends with him. I'm just grateful that having Olli here has calmed Willow down because I was worried that I was going to lose her as well. Her appetite has finally come back and she is eating normally again. If I'm honest, she's probably even eating more than she did before. She's even smoochier than ever and demands her cuddle time from whoever she thinks is not paying her enough attention. Maybe we should change her name to Diva. She can be a demanding little thing when she wants to be.

Hello 2018

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE & ALL

I'm not having New Years Resolutions this year... because let's face it━ who really sticks to them? I've broken more than I've ever completed. I do have a few things I want to do but it doesn't matter if I complete them all or not... just as long as I work on them at some stage during 2018.

FIREBORN PUBLISHING—6

·       Hidden Hearts 3: Going by The Book (Travis) (0/40)

·       Moon Runners 3: When the World Stops Shaking (0/40)

·       The Diamond Rose 2: So Pretty on The Outside (5,003/40)

·       The Diamond Rose 3: Sometimes It Hurts (0/40)

·       The Freedomers 2: Craine’s Everlasting Faith (0/40)

·       The Freedomers 3: Drake’s Broken Prophecy (0/40)

MLRPRESS—9

·       Experimentals 3: Messages from The Dead (1,509/40)

·       Intended Mates 2: Dancing to The Sounds of Madness (0/40)

·       Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-Loved (5,052/40)

·       Lancaster’s Way 4: Riding Fences (186/40)

·       Lancaster’s Way 5: A Stuart Family Christmas (0/40)

·       Sons of Evenmore 3: Fear the Scarlet Moon (1,186/40)

·       The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses (26,003/100)

·       The Lines of Marsden 4.5: On The 12^th Day (Asher) (500/40)

·       Toowoomba Boys 4: Securing the Heart (0/40)

PRIDE PUBLISHING—5

·       Destiny House 1: Saving Shane (0/40)

·       Destiny House 2: Needing Norman (0/40)

·       The Connelly Chronicles 3: Because Of You (0/100)

·       Wardens of The Guild 3: Heart Strings (108/40)

·       Wardens of The Guild 4: Gilded Cages (0/40)

Now, they're written in no particular order... just that I do all my lists alphabetically for each publishing house... I don't plan on having them all finished. I just plan on having them all started and at least 12 of them submitted to their respective houses.