Friday, August 31, 2012

Welcome Romancing the Blog Hoppers!!

Romantic Gestures and Other Things Which Make Us Swoon…

It took me a while to come up with a topic to write about for this hop because, well, quite frankly, romance is about as broad a topic as one can get. All thing romantic could have its own library in my opinion. There are hundreds of aspects of the romance. Completely unlike what the so-called “experts” declare to be the six or so key elements in our formula. So, we are a little bit patterned.
Let’s see…Guy meets girl, or guy meets guy, or guys meet girl, or wolf meets girl, or vampire meets guy…

Where were we?
Oh yes, our pattern. (Sorry forgot I was talking about the formula for a second and was going on to the way things should be and are evolving to—Ooops!) As you can see the first pattern of romance is established via the perfectly normal relationship according to societal standards…(okay—can you see my smirk from clear over there?) So, seems we’ve disrupted that part of the “pattern” a bit…
Next!

They fall in love, there is a grievous “thing” that keeps them apart for several chapters, the “thing is resolved,” they have the most explosive, best feeling sex ever (even if they are both virgins and have nothing to compare it to), oh, and then happily-ever-after, blah, blah, blah…
Formula complete.

Well, I don’t know about y’all, but I grew way tired of that little pigeon hole, box mold, formula a long time ago. Give me something to chew on for a while. Not…
See Dick.

See Jane.
See Dick fall in love with Jane.
See Jane swoon.

See Dick and Jane get married.
See Jane wears white even though at that cocktail party that night they slipped into a closet and it was “implied” they were doing something other than kissing.
See Jane give birth seven and a half months later.

See Dick get frustrated some years down the road and divorce poor Jane.
Okay that last bit is how I see life. Realistically. Problem ridden. The silver lining needs silver polish and the rainbow is missing a color or two at times and the pot of gold happens to be a cardboard cut-out. J

My secret is out. I am indeed the Queen of Conflict.
That’s one of the problems I have with formulaic romance. The lack of serious conflictual material. I love conflict and think it makes the story. It allows your characters to overcome something other than the decision as to what to wear to that big cotillion over to the country club. It gives them depth and gives them room to grow—editors call it character development. And, they like it deep. (hehe)

However, I’ve learned to rein this conflicting skill in to a fine art. The conflict must be something realistic that can be overcome or it’s off the board for me. I live in a real world with real people all around me with plenty of real life issues to draw from. There is no excuse for me not to have a beautiful storyline chock full of conflict, heroism, tears, joy, and resolve to write a romance novel which my readers can believe in and be inspired from. If my characters can do it, well, then they need to believe they can too and anything is possible in their lives.
They can find true love, even if that love comes home from Iraq not completely the person they left as. They can overcome the heartache of loss and move on to find love again. They can face their inner demons and become the people they know they can be.
My characters have substance.

But do they make anyone swoon?
I hope so.

What is swoon worthy anyway? Well, just because I make it so real doesn’t mean my heroes and heroines don’t know how to be romantic and display loving gestures fit for any Lady of any court befitted upon them by any Knight. (I love historical, but only well written, factual, down and dirty historical where things aren’t always sunshine and daffodils—who’d have guessed that, right?)
So, what have some of my characters done that I feel is worth a good swoon…

In Bound by Trust, Gage fixes Madi’s roof. (before you throw tomatoes at me, let me explain) Madi is a war widow, and come to find out her husband wasn’t the hero she believed him to be before he went off to war. She’s left destitute and alone trying to fix up her grandma’s old place and it just happens Gage is a Marine living across the dirt road. In order to earn her trust, he must prove himself—thus the caveman gesture—but the reality (here’s realistic conflict) is Madi’s broke and her roof leaks like a sieve and she makes her living teaching piano (not possible with a soggy piano). The most romantic thing the man could do was fix her roof. Not to mention he looked damned good up there sweating…it did lead to resolve. J
In Three for Keeps (and I did take a couple of hits for this in reviews, but chose to overlook those thoughts because I knew what I intended and followed through on it), there is a point where Zoey is being a total irresponsible brat. When her three men catch up with her (yes, three—see above where we’ve broken the traditional m/f mold J) Jack proceeds to strip a switch off a nearby bush and beat her butt with it. It was out of total love (although reviewers were a bit appalled). He was scared for her life and well, Zoey needed her ass busted. Remember McClintock (God love John Wayne)? He stood by idly as the hero took a fireplace shovel to his daughter’s ass. Yes, waaaayy back then in a real life movie they showed in a theater. Gaasspp!! And we get drilled for these things in this day and age. Who knew? Anywho, the point is—Jack gave Zoey the romantic gesture she needed via a good old fashioned ass spanking and things got better—again resolve. And there was lots of it after that believe me!
So, the moral of the story is…
One man’s seven course dinner is another man’s roof job, or, one man’s moonlight walk is another man’s switch to his heroine’s ass.
Romantic gestures are all in perception of them. Swooning is optional. J
Thanks for coming by and listening to me for a few minutes.

Oh…the prize…of course!
How do Godiva chocolates strike ya? Is that swoon worthy? I'll be gifting the winner a Godiva Chocolates sampler of some sort. J Simply leave me some comment love below along with a valid email addy so I can contact the winner when the time comes….talk to me about what you think is a romantic gesture…Click the icon to keep hopping!



Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Welcome Elicia M Seawell!


Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
This genre certainly chose me. I started out as a YA author however there was something missing… intimacy and I totally felt off having two teenagers doing the deed. It felt awkward and so after much debate I switched to romance and paranormal romance.
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write?
I did for both questions! I have always loved reading as a child and was reading on a twelfth grade level at the age of eleven. I think I developed my love for writing after my English teacher held an open call for poetry submissions. That was my first “published” work.
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why?
I think pineapple and Malibu would describe me. I’m very sweet and tangy.
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that?
My sister gave me a ring for Christmas in 2009 when I started college that said “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” It is my constant reminder that the journey of 100,000 words begins with the first word. It keeps me going. No matter how tough things can get, I’ll keep my head up and held high.
I have two muses, Arwen and Bronwyn, they have very distinct personalities. Can you share a bit about your muse?
My muse lives at the frozen food section of a local grocery store. I’m not even kidding. Every time I think I can’t come up with an idea, I just take a trip to the grocery store and BAM idea hits me. I haven’t named him/her yet. Though I think Frosty would probably be a good name.
It seems we all endured English and/or World literature coming up in high school…What was the worst book you were ever forced to read and what about it turned you off?
I’ve always tried to find something I liked in every book. I think Watership Down wasn’t the best I’ve read. I love classics, please don’t get me wrong. I’m into Dickens, especially Great Expectations, but I just could not get into Watership Down.
You have a million dollars that you must donate to one charitable organization. Which one would you choose and why?
I would definitely contribute funds to Alzheimer’s research. I lost my grandmother to the disease and the effects not just on the person, but the family is devastating.
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it?
Currently I work as an assistant manager in a retail setting. It has its ups and downs but I’m wanting to eventually write full time.
Due to the world we live in, most editors will tell a romance writer they have the moral obligation to protect their characters from scary life altering things, thereby being obligated to the reader. What are your thoughts on this? Do you protect your characters and how?
I don’t believe in censoring anything you write. I’ve read a TON of heart fail stories that make me think “Oh my God, you shouldn’t have done that to your character!!!” but I still read it anyway.
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write?
I’m not too comfortable writing BDSM but the reasoning isn’t because I’m not into that sort of thing but I’m just not technically sure of the lifestyle. I’m sure if I researched it more I could write it.
I’ve been asked, as has my husband, if we do “all that stuff in my stories.” Do you get asked this and if so how do you handle it?
I’ve been asked and I normally tell my readers to use their own imagination.
I had an editor early on that showed me the way…have you had anyone in particular that gave you a gentle **ahem** nudge in the right direction? How did they do that and how did you react?
I’ve had two – my best friend Jess and our esteemed editor with Rebel Ink Press, E, who should be given gold for putting up with me. I’m horrible at tenses and POV structure. One day, I’ll get it right 100%.
Wine or beer?
Oh Riesling all day long!
Satin or cotton?
Cotton. I don’t like to sweat.
Fries or tots?
Tots, but not just any kind of tots. I love Sonic’s chili-cheese tots.
Cake or pie?
Chocolate cake with chocolate icing.
Steak or burgers?
A good mushroom and Swiss burger.
Candle light or pitch dark?
Candle light. I’m afraid of the dark. Not even kidding. 

Elicia M. Seawell started out as a freelance graphic artist and fell in love with writing when she began her work in the newspaper industry. After long sleepless nights, she found writing as a way to combat her insomnia however most of her characters were developed while standing in the frozen food section deciding on ice cream. She is the author of “Peach River Acres” and “The Tarot Diaries” series, both being released by Rebel Ink Press. She is also the author of the self-published YA novella, “Shadows: The Story of the Kayouta.” Elicia is currently studying Behavioral Analysis/Psychology and is married to Michael Seawell. She has three children: Brandon, Rachel and Greta, all of Darlington, SC. She was also born in Darlington, SC and currently resides in Charlotte, NC.  

What would you do if you could find out your purpose in life? Would you want to know or be completely left in the dark?
Katie Jenkins finds out her purpose, but not in a way most people do. After a night of shots of tequila and a bet from her best friend, she is coerced to seek a fortune teller for insight into her future. What she finds out changes her life forever.
Katie comes from a long line of Romanian Gypsies cursed with the ability to not only read Tarot cards, but they also have to deliver the bad news to whomever the cards reveal. She, along with her best friend Phoenix (Finny) Carrington, seeks out those who are doomed and try to change their lives before something awful happens to them.
Can Katie stop a mad man from the deaths that surround her, or will she fall victim to the very same mad man responsible for the death of so many?

The Tarot Diaries: Book One – The Fool will release from Rebel Ink Press in the Fall.

 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Welcome Yazmin Subha!


Hi Lila.
Thank you for having me over to visit. As you know, I am really excited at the moment because I have had my first ever release, Wildfire came out on 24th August with Breathless Press.
Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he?  But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?
Excerpt:
Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a man one could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She prayed no one would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between the rollers. Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out to try to calm herself.

No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle of the trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde with the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with her to a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.
Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.
After a few minutes she pried herself out and took a step over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the rollers began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her. The soap was dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention. The darkness did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of her whipped against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk dress so that it clung to her.
She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something to anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was something strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even when he was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to her—in her space.
The warm water, combined with the sensation of the soft, soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and sent electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on by this?
Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.
Got you! The voice was in her head.
How can that be? she thought. She shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness caused by the water as it cascaded over her body. Warm hands caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened as one unknown hand stroked down to the juncture between her legs. The fingers flicked and pressed her sensitive clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She was lost to the sensations all round her. How could he do this? She felt him near, but he wasn’t there. How? The fingers stroked harder and she could not help but arch into the hand. 
Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you. His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At last he emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers and their wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to hisc hest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.
 
Well I hope your readers like the sound of that.

You can find the Wildfire here:

 BreathlessPress     Amazon     AmazonUK     ARe

Up and Coming Works...

I am waiting for edits for book 3 of the Blood Bar Chronicles anthology due out later this year with Breathless Press. My story is called 'Logan's Captive.' Also in the edits queue is 'Gypsy Butterfly' which is part of Eclipse of the Blood Moon anthology with Evernight Publishing and Breathless Press have also said yes to another book called 'Guardian Awakening' so I am waiting for all that to come through. This book is intended to be first in a series of three, so I need to rework the second book and start thinking about the third. 
Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits at her job, all respectable and prim but by night she is imagining feisty heroines and sexy alpha males.
She is a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her critique group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true. 
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Well Lila, thank you for letting me visit! I hope to come again.
Love 

Yazmin x

Monday, August 27, 2012

Welcome Sheri Fredricks!


Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
In reference to my latest release, Remedy Maker, my genre chose me!
I signed up for an online writing class and the assignment was to put our character in a pitch-dark room and write from his/her point of view. Participants in the class were turning in the same old rhetoric: people who were blindfolded, struck with blindness, in a cave, etc. I wanted something different and somehow a centaur in hiding came to me.
And then I asked myself the all important question – what if…?
Did you enjoy language arts in school?
Absolutely! In high school, I realized I had a knack for storytelling in a creative writing class when people paid me to complete their English writing assignments. (Naughty, I know.) That also carried into college when various members of the football team asked for "help" with their writing assignments. Hey! It helped pay the bills. I just wish I would have kept some of those stories.
Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write?
Unfortunately, no. But through my English writing assignments in high school, I discovered a love for writing.
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why?
I'm a Suntory Yamazaki 18 (whiskey) and 7-Up. You have to taste Yamazaki if you've never tried it! It's a blend of black pepper, spices, vanilla, and caramel— the 7-Up adds a dash of bubbling nectar and the total package of refreshing zing represents none other than moi
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that?
My critique partner, Martha Ramirez, gave me a magnet one day. It's small but speaks volumes. It says: Write Your Own Story. I have it as a reminder to myself that not everyone will like what I produce, just as some books aren't for me.
I think of it as a party where I'm handing out slices of delicious cake I baked from scratch. I labored over this baby and stirred the creamy frosting myself. If I offer it to someone and they say "no, thank you", that doesn't mean they hate me or my cake. It just means it's not for them. I'll invite the person again, and maybe they'll try a slice at my next party.
I have two muses, Arwen and Bronwyn, they have very distinct personalities. Can you share a bit about your muse?
You've named your muse? Ha! Man, I must be lagging here. I never thought of naming the creative hamster that so diligently turns my brain wheel…but I should.


If anyone has suggestions, please post them in your comments! My muse is a selfish thing. It prefers to be the only item occupying my brain when I sit down to write. If other thoughts creep in (like ranch chores I have left to do, or the grocery list in my head), my muse will sulk and only offer tidbits here and there.
If allowed free reign to wander the hallways of my wits, it will produce chapter after chapter, only hindered by my typing speed.
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it?
I'm very happy to say, I write full-time now. That said, I also work in my husband's home office (I'm it, there's no one else but me). He's a licensed landscape contractor. Luckily, that job only requires my presence a few hours a day. I worked in a construction engineering office for many years before leaving the workforce to raise my kids. I enjoyed the work and miss interacting with others—but I'd never trade it for what I have now.
Due to the world we live in, most editors will tell a romance writer they have the moral obligation to protect their characters from scary life altering things, thereby being obligated to the reader. What are your thoughts on this? Do you protect your characters and how?
It's a disgusting day when I read in the news of the depravity people will lower themselves to. It's out there and won't go away just because we choose to turn a blind eye to it. Networks like to sensationalize and capitalize upon this "newsworthy" material; however, I chose not to include it in my stories. What you think about, you bring about – and I don't think this world needs any more garbage in it than it already has.
I protect my characters by giving some of them other harsh environments to grow up and socialize in, such as a terrible war or environmental health hazards. I believe these add a heavy mental and physical stress to my characters, just as any other life-altering situation would.
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write? 
Fabio: le sigh…

You won't find incest, rape scenes, or graphic gore in any of my books. Consensual sex, however it comes about, is where I like to go. There are genres for subjects considered traditionally taboo, and publishers willing to print them. Currently, I'm not writing for either.


I’ve been asked, as has my husband, if we do “all that stuff in my stories.” Do you get asked this and if so how do you handle it?
No one’s asked this question yet, but I know it's coming down the pike. If anyone's been asked and would like to share how they replied, I'd be interested in reading your answer!
I had an editor early on that showed me the way…have you had anyone in particular that gave you a gentle **ahem** nudge in the right direction? How did they do that and how did you react?
From early in my writing career, I've been blessed with great critique partners. They were willing to take a green writer, who didn't know a thing about point of view or back-story, and teach me the applications along the way. Their gentle nudges looked more like a slasher movie with all the bleeding red fonts on my manuscript. But I learned a great deal, and still exchange crits with them to this day.
Wine or beer?
Wine's fine, but liquor's quicker! Since I live in the heart of wine country, I'll say wine.
Satin or cotton?
Satin, hands down — no contest.
Fries or tots?
Tater twats, please! 
Cake or pie?
Now you've got me. I'd have to know what kind of each. I can't pass up cheesecake or apple pie.
Steak or burgers?
Steak, medium rare.
Candle light or pitch dark?
I love candle light.
I want to thank you for having me here today! You asked some very tough questions that really made me stop and think. It's been a lot of fun.

Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom for her readers.
A former engineering secretary, Sheri lives on the beautiful central coast of California. "I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries." A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. "Ultimately," she says, "my husband encouraged me to write them all down."
Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.


I'm currently writing two books — Book Two of the Centaur series tentatively named Trolly Yours. The outline is complete and I'm digging in with all ten fingers to finish the book. The story involves a character with a huge ego named Aleksander, introduced in Remedy Maker. He meets the only mythic female in the Boronda Forest who isn't fazed by his charms and good looks…and the sparks fly!

I also wrote a short story called Portals of OZ for one of my publisher's anthologies (Love Down Under) and had so much fun, I decided I'd write additional shorts for two more anthology calls. The stories will be based on the mythological characters I created for the Boronda Forest.
 


Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.
He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.
Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.
Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.
When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.
Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?

Please enjoy an excerpt:
Patience cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him in quickening pulses. Teeth gritted, neck straining, barely the presence of mind to wait for her to reach the finish line together.
Gods, she was so blessedly tight around him, it was hard to do.
Rhycious wanted to fuck her hard, make her come over and again until she couldn’t think of anything but him.
Her keening cries and arched back took his willpower away. Unable to hold out much longer, he reached between their bodies and rubbed his finger across her enflamed little clit. Muscles clamped down on his cock so strongly that together they reached their peak.
Their mingled breaths panted as their mythic bodies mated. The thin golden thread holding it all together snapped and set them free. Rhycious was fighting compulsion, fighting base need, fighting to collapse the wall between Centaur and Wood Nymph forever.
He growled in bursts of animalistic successions, jerking his hips as he fought her body for depth. Her inner muscles convulsed, milking him for all he was worth. With a deafening roar, he came apart. Hot spurts shot out and he couldn’t restrain himself. He hooked an arm around the back of her knee, pulling her leg high, and thrust against their mutual spasms.
Breathing rapidly, Rhycious collapsed over her, careful not to allow his full, sated weight to crush her. Eyes closed, he let the warmth of Patience’s soul seep into his, healing him from the inside out.
To calm his racing heart, he took a deep breath. Blood pounded in his ears, knocking like a fist to his skull. He couldn’t move. Hell, he didn’t want to, and why should he when he was so comfortable right where he was.
The writhing under him mewed and stroked his back, gaining his attention.
“What? You want air?” He chuckled and rolled to his side, cuddling her close. “You’re lucky I have the energy left.”
Carefully pulling out his semi-erection, he lifted his hand to cover his eyes and groaned. “My hangover is worse than I thought. I swear there’s someone banging around inside my head.”
Patience giggled and poked him in the side. “That’s what I’ve been trying to informate you on. Someone’s at the door.”
What?
He jerked to a sitting position and bolted off the floor bed. Air beads inside the futon mattress crackled like trampled nutshells in a bag as he jumped to his wobbly feet. He grabbed his jeans off the chair.
“Pan’s holy hooves, woman! Why didn’t you say anything?” He jabbed his legs into his pants, zipping them up, forgoing the top button. “Shit. Where’d I put the gun?” He whipped his head about, turning to look around him.
“On the dresser.” Laughter in her voice, Patience held the bed sheet in front of her, pushing her sexy, bed tousled hair out of her eyes. “I’ll get dressed.”
With a flick of his thumb, the gun’s cylinder kicked open to the side. He checked the ammo—all six rounds in place. A quick jerk of his wrist snapped the wheel shut.
“You,” he pointed his finger at her, “aren’t going anywhere. Get dressed if you like but stay in here.” Distraction from whoever kicked his door was the last thing Rhycious needed.
Not waiting for her sexy red lips to form the rebuttal scowling from her eyes, he opened the stallroom door and slid through, shutting it securely behind him.
The knocking in his head transferred to a fierce pounding at the front door. Picking up the pace, he jogged down the short hall and went to the kitchen window to peer out.
Beneath the covering of a broad leather flap, a thick black tail swished with irritation. Evenly spaced brass studs decorated the edge of the bottom layer of body armor like a formally dressed armadillo. Attached to the annoyed rear appendage, the golden body belonged to no other than Kempor Aleksander himself.
Before Alek could splinter his door with all his hoof hammerings, Rhycious threw it open and took a step out.
“Get off my porch.” Rhycious took another step. “Get out of my sight.” He poked Alek in the chest. “And don’t come back till October!”


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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Six From Private Pirouette, Coming September 17...

Alec turned toward the stage.  His eyes grew wide and his mouth ran dry as he watched his innocent target dressed in a pink sheer piece of cloth and thong spinning on bare feet.  She tossed herself ass over tea kettle up a pole, somehow spun down it, and landed once again on her extremely long legs.  Her hair now hung half-way down her back, draping her in big curls, and the black lights flashing around her served to highlight the bright eye shadow gracing her butterfly lashes lined blue eyes.  When she jerked the sheer fabric free and turned, the orchid on her back glowed in the stage light. His dick stood at full attention at the realization he had in fact been handed a stripper living under the guise of studious book worm.


Find more sixes at www.sixsunday.com and thank you for stopping by today!

Lila

Friday, August 24, 2012

Welcome Justin Ordonez!


Keep the Sex Steamy in Writing.

            Much like real life, writing has its moments when it hits neutral, then coasts on along. At first it’s hard to notice, you’re holding the same speed, still heading towards the same destination, and even when you start to lose some momentum, you tell yourself, “Yeah, but I still have plenty of speed, I can hold to the ending.” Ten minutes later, your broken down on the life of the road, and you have no idea how you’re going to end up where you need to go. This happens enough in writing when dealing with even the most commonplace of plots, yet it gets even worse when sex and relationships are involved, as most people struggle to keep their own relationships from falling in ruts, what chance do they stand in fiction?

            Well, I have good news for you. It’s actually easier to fix it in fiction.

            With writing, you always have this thing called retrospect, and unlike life, writing has clearly defined beginnings, middles, and ends in regards to a completed story. Real life could be over in a second. I might never finish this blog, for all I know, but I know all stories I buy will have resolution. This is why the best sex usually happens at the end of the movie. It is the result of the trials and the tribulations of the two characters working and growing closer together as the story progresses. The first sex usually happens somewhere in the middle, after a moment of danger or excitement, something to stimulate the “lizard” brain, so your characters forget who they are, where they are, and that being decent involves being cold and distant for some reason. Likewise, sex at the beginning may appear to be good, but it is always revealed to be bad. The relationship is a rotten one or one of the people involved needs to change.

            Knowing where you are in the story will do a lot to tell how your sex scene needs to work with the plot that is developing through time. The beginning is a time to show something that is working now, but needs to change. The middle is a time of transition, and being in transition, the characters take a risk they might not usually take. The ending is a time of resolution, and the sex will probably represent whatever transformation the character undertook.

            Applying this to my own story, Sykosa, I see these trends. My character is a teenage girl, and a virgin, so at the beginning, the “sex” is really just making out with her boyfriend. She enjoys it, but we find out she is unsatisfied. She wants her boyfriend to ask her to Prom, which he hasn’t done. It’s putting tension in the intimacy. In the middle, Sykosa experiences a transformative moment with Tom when he does ask her to Prom. Afterwards, feeling very close to him, they talk about their relationship, and throughout this conversation, both disrobe and hold each other nearly naked. Later that night, they attempt to have sex and fail, which is an important element to storytelling. It’s called the “sling-shot.” It involves pushing the story backwards in order to catapult it forwards. When Tom and Sykosa cannot make love like they had planned, the resolution at the ending is denied them. It adds suspense to the story. Will Tom and Sykosa make it as a couple? As the reader moves on, this failure catapults Tom and Sykosa closer together, and the next morning, more naturally than the night before, they do make love, and by the end of the book, they’ve resolved themselves to be committed to this relationship. 
            If you’re struggling with keeping your sex fresh, or if it’s feeling stagnate, ask yourself what stage of the transformative process your character is in, then juxtapose that to where the plot of the story itself is in that transformative process. If your character has completed their transformation, but your story is only two-thirds done, chances are the sex (and many other things) are going to feel strained or stale. What makes good sex is what makes a lot of good things: the correct ingredients mixed together, timing, and a little heat. Do it one way and you get cement. Do it another and you get sweetness.
Justin Ordoñez wrote a book called Sykosa. It’s about a sixteen year old girl who’s trying to reclaim her identity after an act of violence destroys her life and the lives of her friends. You can find out more about Justin at his blog, http://sykosa.wordpress.com. You can also find Sykosa, the novel on Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007N709IG/
Sykosa (that's "sy"-as-in-"my" ko-sa) is a sixteen-year-old girl trying to reclaim her identity after an act of violence shatters her life and the life of her friends. This process is complicated by her best friend, Niko, a hyper-ambitious, type-A personality who has started to war with other girls for social supremacy of their school, a prestigious preparatory academy in the Pacific Northwest of the United States. To compensate, Sykosa has decided to fall in love with her new boyfriend, Tom, who was involved in the act of violence. Propelled by survivor guilt, an anxiety disorder, and her hunger for Tom and his charms, Sykosa attends a weekend-long, unchaperoned party at Niko's posh vacation cottage, where she will finally confront Niko on their friendship, her indecision about her friends and their involvement in the act of violence, and she will make the biggest decision of her life—whether or not she wants to lose her virginity to Tom. YA fiction for the 18+ crowd.
EXCERPT:
Everything is too complicated. It should not have to be. She goes behind the chapel. He goes behind the chapel. They make out. Simple, right? It’s not. Regardless, if even that must be complicated, then certainly the concept that she wants to go to Prom, thus he should ask her to Prom and then they should go to Prom is simple, right? It’s not. You see, he has this best friend, this confidante, this main focus, this everything—and her name is not Sykosa, but Mackenzie.
Or as you will soon find out: “M.” That’s what he calls her.
So, every day, she faces the fact that they are merely acquaintances. Two pigeons in a flock of nine hundred who dress the same, talk the same, and act the same. That’s okay. Pigeons are only pigeons because conformity is only conformity. It’s okay to be like everyone else so long as she is always herself. And that is the reason, because there is no other reason, why she makes out with this boy. Other than she likes it. Kissing is fun. She’s lying. There is another reason. Another trivial teenage doodad—when she talks to him, lame as it sounds, she feels like she is being herself.
Tom’s never understood this. He sees no issue in how she feels like a phoenix, but is only regarded as a pigeon—and not only a pigeon, but one pigeon in a flock of… Never mind, conformity sucks!
"… gritty, intense and definitely not a book I'll forget anytime soon! It was so differently written. I wouldn't have expected to fall in love with the writing style but I did. It practically made me get under Sykosa's skin despite getting a dose of the perspectives of the other characters and there were parts that were so lyrical." ~ On Books
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Thursday, August 23, 2012

Welcome Jessica Lauryn!


Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
The Romantic Suspense genre definitely chose me!  When I was first starting out as a writer, I had a lot of ideas (still do!), too many to fit into one story.  My TMIS (Too Many Ideas Syndrome) serves me well in romantic suspense, because the plots are complicated and full of mystery, danger, twists and turns.  I used to think of TMIS as a curse but now I know it’s a blessing of the best kind. 
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write?
I loved language arts as a kid, and I always found it to be one of the easiest subjects.  Though I definitely write for my love of romance, I know I have a good grasp on grammar and punctuation, which is a definite plus when it comes to writing and editing.
In college, I had a creative writing professor who was…well…eccentric.  Our class focused on play-writing and although I was not destined to write plays, I learned a lot about stepping out of my comfort zone.  In class, we’d write a play, then, select peers from the group to read the various parts out loud.  Many of my male classmates wrote content that was pretty graphic, and, as we had a relatively small class, I was often chosen to read their work aloud.  Doing so helped me to get over the feeling of shyness relatively quickly.  This eventually lead to me being able to read my sex scenes to a group of people, which makes writing them seem like a piece of cake by comparison!
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why?
I’m not much of a drink connoisseur, but I do love a glass of white zympnidel every now and then.  Like myself, wine is sweet and mellow, mysterious and enticing—though you’re not exactly sure why.  Those who drink it always end up coming back for more ;)      
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that?
Very nice!  I don't have a rhino, but I do try to surround myself with positive images that help when the chips are down.  My bedroom is decorated in Victorian, and I have several pieces of furniture, including a marble-topped Louis XV vanity, that makes me think of the rooms I envision in historic romances.  I also collect Godey's Fashions, which are pictures of women wearing gowns they might have during the Regency and Victorian Eras.  I've recently added in pictures of my own book covers for Dangerous Ally and Dangerous Proposal, which are there to remind me of the two biggest accomplishments I've made so far.
I also have a chart (a poster, actually) where I keep track of both my writing goals and accomplishments.  If I don’t succeed at a particular goal, it’s nothing ventured, nothing gained.  It’s simply something that will be  checked off later, a goal I’m still working toward and will achieve when the time is right.
I have two muses, Arwen and Bronwyn, they have very distinct personalities. Can you share a bit about your muse?
I have several muses, but I drew a lot of the inspiration for the heroes in the Pinnacles of Power Series from the stars of the CW's Smallville, Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum.  Aside from their incredible real-life personalities and amazing good looks, I was inspired strongly by their ability to play "bad-boys." Though Clark Kent (Tom Welling) is an all-around nice guy, he is given, on many opportunities, a chance to play an evil/bad version of his character.  I was very inspired (and turned on!) by both his performance as well as Michael Rosenbaum's (who played Lex Luthor.)  I wanted to write a series in which the heroes struggle between their lust for power and their calling to “do the right thing.”  The inspiration I drew from these two actors (and characters!) helped me a lot with this task.
It seems we all endured English and/or World literature coming up in high school…What was the worst book you were ever forced to read and what about it turned you off?
The worst book I was ever asked to read was called "Shiloh."  Honestly, I don't remember much about it, but I believe the dog, Shiloh, was being abused.  I strongly dislike stories that contain abuse, especially when they're about animals.  I'm all for torturing my characters (humans!) but there needs to be some humor mixed in, and I like a strong indication that the characters are going to be ok.  The promise of "Happily Ever After" in romance novels definitely helps with that!
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it?
One of those pesky day jobs…I like that!  Yes, I do have one of those, and for the most part I really enjoy it.  I do accounting and human resources for a small company in central NJ.  Writing is definitely my first love, but it’s nice to have another focus to switch off to.  Definitely helps with the “writer’s block” and helps me to clear my head.  Also, I’ve made some great friends there.  
Due to the world we live in, most editors will tell a romance writer they have the moral obligation to protect their characters from scary life altering things, thereby being obligated to the reader. What are your thoughts on this? Do you protect your characters and how?
I tend to put the breaks on my own writing, as in, not writing anything that I myself would find too gruesome or terrifying, were I the one picking up the story.  But I also think it’s important to push myself out of my comfort zone and write about things I find uncomfortable.  During a particular scene in my debut novel, Dangerous Ally, the villain, Raphael Ramone, confronts and terrifies the heroine, Lilah Benson.  This was by no means a life-altering event, but it was definitely scary.  I protect my characters by trying to treat readers the way I’d like to be treated, offering drama but not dishing out anything I couldn’t take reading myself. 
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write?
Romance has definitely come a long way, and that’s a really wonderful thing.  But, I’m always going to be true to myself no matter what the latest trend is.  Concerning heat level, my tendency is to write an average of 3 sex scenes per story, and have those scenes must complement and enhance the plot, not the other way around.  That said, I don’t see myself branching into erotica any time soon.  But hey, you never know!
I had an editor early on that showed me the way…have you had anyone in particular that gave you a gentle **ahem** nudge in the right direction? How did they do that and how did you react?
I had an editor who helped me a great deal.  She was not my editor, but, one I had submitted to.  She said, this would be a great piece if you “show” it versus “telling” it.  I was disappointed she didn’t buy the piece but thrilled that the lightbulb within me had finally clicked.  I went about “showing” Dangerous Ally full speed ahead—concentrating on in the moment dialogue, action and narrative.  Shortly following, I had my first sale!
Wine or beer?  Wine
Satin or cotton?  Satin
Fries or tots?  Fries
Cake or pie?  Cake
Steak or burgers?  Steak
Candle light or pitch dark?  Candle Light
At two years old, Jessica became a devoted fan of both listening to and reciting the books her parents would read to her at night. When she was a little older (about four), she sought a greater challenge in her life, and began making up stories of her own, acting them out with her dolls. “When the dolls got “boyfriends,” she says, “I knew I was getting too old for dolls!”
As a romance novelist and a reader alike, Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.
Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.
When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to asmuch80’s music as possible, watching the same re-runs of Smallville over and over, shopping for exceptionally unique cameos, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.
Dangerous Proposal:
For ten agonizing years, Alec Westwood has been keeping a secret from the world. At nineteen, he nearly committed the most horrific of crimes—murder in cold blood—and narrowly escaped the assigned task with his life. When a stunning young woman crosses his path wearing the insignia for the underground organization that recruited him, he vows not to let fate get a second chance. But when the enchantress gives him a kiss that leaves him spellbound, Alec realizes the power she holds is greater than all his strength and fortitude combined…

On the run from her psychotic fiancé, Lena Benson vows to forge a new life, even if that means befriending a witch, and practicing the craft of the devil. But when her new friend Jack tells her to stay away from Alec Westwood, the man she believes her fiancé hired to track her down, and the handsome stranger she kissed in a tavern, Lena vows to take matters into her own hands. Alec may have the charm, but she’s calling the shots this time, even if that means resisting the man responsible for giving her the most intimate kiss of her life, a man who’s eyes and touch rob her, literally, of sense…
Dangerous Ally:
For five lonely years, diamond smuggling kingpin Lucas Ramone has hidden himself from the world. With a father who has baited him all his life, made a game of trying to trip him up at every turn, Lucas will do whatever is necessary to protect what is rightfully his. What he isn’t prepared for is Lilah Benson…
Upon accepting a job in the home of her sister’s maniacal ex-fiancé, reporter Lilah Benson believes she has finally found the perfect way to make her mark on the world. Exposing the criminal endeavors of Lucas Ramone won’t soon be forgotten. But as she comes to know the man who was supposed to be her adversary, Lilah is tempted by a passion far stronger than the desire to see her name in print…
Power and control are tools of survival, critical in a world of thievery and deception. Lilah, an innocent in a land of criminals, may be the one person capable of bringing Lucas to his knees. But Lucas will stop at nothing to keep his empire secure.
He will have it all: His Fortune, His Legacy, and Lilah Benson in his bed…
Excerpt for Dangerous Proposal:
She ought to go. She certainly wanted to. But the idea of walking alone in the woods with the man she’d been warned to stay away from seemed most unimaginable.
Lena looked at Alec. He was smiling softly, no longer criticizing. His eyes were full of intent. They suggested one thing. Come with me. And your desires will be fulfilled.
Anticipation consumed her. She reached for his hand. Excitement melted into warmth. Warmth became security. They began to walk together along the moonlit path.
She felt…safe. As if for the first time since she’d left Westchester, everything was going to be all right. No one could hurt her. Not when she was with Alec. Her skin tingled with warmth as he brushed his thumb across the surface of her hand.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I thought we were taking risks tonight,” he said with a grin. “You want to be surprised, don’t you?”
Her cheeks were flushing. She was grateful for the darkness that masked her anxious demeanor.
He smiled. “Don’t worry. I think you’re going to like this.”
She imagined she would, considering how much she had enjoyed everything he’d done so far. A part of her was still afraid, but a larger part wanted very much to know where he was taking her. Alec stroked her knuckles as they walked. The feeling was intoxicating, like sweet, dark chocolate. The longer he did it, the more it seemed this simple touch was no longer enough.
She was drawn from her thoughts as Alec stopped beside a bench. He took a red-and-blue-checkered picnic blanket and slung it over his shoulder.
“Is that yours?”
He shrugged. “I just thought you might want something to sit on. Some of us tend to”—he cleared his throat—“dress up a little more than others.”
Lena laughed. With his hand around hers, she was almost appreciating his wit. “I guess some of us do.”
He leaned in, his warm breath coming against her ear. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “It’s just past those trees. No peeking. I want you to be surprised.
“I promise I won’t peek.” She smiled and shut her eyes. A shiver shot up her spine when she realized he was kissing her cheek.
Lena took an uneasy breath as she walked forward, unable to see what was in front of her. Keeping her arms at her sides, Alec moved her in slow steps. She was taking quite a risk, allowing him to lead her along like this. He could do anything he wanted to her with her eyes closed like this. Oddly enough, the idea was more exciting than it was frightening.
Guiding her by the shoulders, he walked forward a few more paces. Then he stopped. “All right,” he said. “Open your eyes.
Lena did as she was told, looking out at the biggest, most beautiful lake she’d ever seen. It was vast in size, extending out as far as the trees that surrounded it. Moonlight shined against an uneven surface. Dark ripples glittered beneath a starlit sky.
She turned, looking up into two eyes as blue as the water. “It’s beautiful, Dr. Westwood.”
“Say my name, Lena,” he commanded softly. “I love the way it sounds when you say it.
Lena bit her lip. Once she did this, there was no going back. It would break the unspoken barrier between them. But how could she deny him anything when he was looking at her the way he was?
She suddenly became aware of Alec’s arousal pressing against her back. Her pulse quickened. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, tightening his hold on her.
She took a deep breath. “The lake is beautiful, Alec.”
Excerpt for Dangerous Ally:
"I’m guessing you’ve probably been down this road too many times, hmm?" Lucas replaced his hand on her shoulder.
"What road would that be, exactly?"
His gray eyes looked deeply into hers. "I’m sure I’m not the first man who’s tried to get you into a relaxed state, Lilah."
"Actually—" She hesitated, not wanting to get so personal yet feeling she could probably tell him anything and he’d somehow understand. "It’s been a long time, longer than you’d imagine. After  I finished college, I had every intention of becoming a journalist. Meaning I’d be out most of the time chasing a story despite whatever danger came with it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, for as long as I can remember."
He nodded, coming closer. "You must have been very persistent. It takes a good deal of perseverance and sacrifice to become a success at such a young age."
Lilah sure knew that. While her friends had been enjoying their last semester of college, she’d been frantically gathering writing samples, sending them out to every newspaper who would give her the time of day. But had her father noticed? Even when she became one of the youngest reporters at the New York Times, he’d barely raised a brow.
Deep down, she knew this was why she’d accepted Raphael’s offer, even in spite of the danger that came with it. A story about Raphael Ramone’s family laundry wasn’t going to impress Blake Benson. But exposing Lucas’s diamond smuggling operation would be a print-worthy unearthing that would win her father’s admiration as well as her first Pulitzer.
She lowered her gaze. "I haven’t given up anything so wonderful."
Lucas lifted her chin. "But if it came to that, do you think you’d be willing to make that sacrifice? Give up something you want—maybe something you want more than anything—to attain some ultimate level of self-victory?"
A chill came over her at his words. Lilah came back a step, unsure of what had just happened but wanting desperately to pretend it hadn’t.
Lucas cleared his throat. "Let’s get some air, shall we?"
Something she needed desperately. She followed him to the balcony, welcoming the cool night breeze as it caressed her hot skin.
"It’s beautiful here," she said, hoping very much to steer the conversation in a new direction.
"It is." He nodded and came beside her, bracing the rail with one hand. He slipped an arm around her back.
His body was warm—like a furnace—and he felt strong, as if he spent his days loading lumber instead of dabbling away at a computer.
Lilah shivered, goose bumps forming along her bare arms. It felt so nice being close to Lucas. Too nice. Maybe she’d just stay there with him a few minutes longer. They weren’t exactly hurting anyone by being in each other’s company.
He leaned into her, speaking in a tone she could only describe as husky. "Those men you never met," he said, "that was their loss."
She blinked, keeping her eyes on the night sky. "Please. Aman’s the last thing I need in my life."
"Are you sure about that?" Lucas asked, his warm breath coming against her ear. "Or is it possible you’ve been hiding behind your work for so long, you don’t even know how things could be?" His palm brushed her bare shoulder as he turned her to face him. "No one knows what it’s like to be hidden from the world more than I do, Lilah. You can trust me on this. I think we’re more alike than you realize. And it’s possible we’re both missing out on something incredible."
She didn’t push his hand away as it cupped her cheek. Or his arm as it encompassed her waist. No, she let him do what he wanted. She wanted him to touch her...
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