Thursday 27 February 2014

Hadn’t the Pleasure # 93

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
 

 
Brice has a crush. Unfortunately it’s on a friend’s straight younger brother, Jake. Brice knows chances are between slim and none for anything more between them, but no one says he can’t fantasize about the hunky guy. When Jake’s teenage daughter, Rebecca, enlists Brice’s help for a final paper for school, Brice and Jake get the chance to really know one another, bonding over Brice’s garden into friendship.
 
Except their friendship gets tested and reshaped when Jake volunteers to come stay with Brice for a couple of days after he’s injured by a student. Jake has a history no one knows about. And Brice is the one man capable of reawakening dormant feelings in Jake.
 
Will Jake be able to embrace yearnings he hasn’t experienced in twenty years? Can Brice trust Jake’s changes to be real? It’s a challenge for the both of them, but no one said love would be easy.
 
Second chance Summer by Diana DeRicci
(Jasper #2)
 First published 30th January 2013 by Purple Sword Pub
iBook, 110 pages
Contemporary Romance
 
Brice Reynolds leaned over a bent and braced knee on his chair as he gathered his teaching agenda and things to take home for the weekend. A stack of tests to grade, a thousand and one things to do. At least there were only six more weeks left. He stretched, scooped the last into a sort of acceptable pile in front of him.
 
Series includes
Tougher to Love & Finding Home

Wednesday 26 February 2014

What’s Next

I wasn’t going to have these monthly post anymore since my Memoirs have change and quite frankly I could just put this shit in with that.
But it’s a sad week for me as I wait for the time when I go to a funeral and so I thought, since I’m not writing I may as well plan.
 
You see, I’m hoping after this weekend, I’ll know whether my short story will make it into an Anthology, or not. I don’t have high hopes for it’s acceptance since I’m not sure if it was what they are looking for, along with my shitty writing, it may end up being too much trouble for them, and, well, just not what they wanted, and so I feel a rejection letter coming my way.
 
I’m not sure if I felt this way when I first submitted my Moonlit Wolves stories, but quite frankly I didn’t have to wait this long to find out either way, it happened quite quickly.
 
So, I should know the fate of Something Said, by the end of the week, if not, than the next. I’m not actually sure how they are working these things out. Reading them as they come in, grading them, and then taking the top…?
 
Anyway, the month of March is work work work, I have to get over this crap that I’m dealing with and write.
 
I just finished the short story for the end of Book 6: Rub of my Werewolf, and I’ve gotten to a point that I realise what’s fucked up about the story and have a vague idea on how it’s gotta be fix.
So, that’s a must as well as me starting and Finishing book 7: Protecting my Werewolf, I’ve been thinking about this one, and it’s going to have a very heavy hand towards Jex and allowing you, threw Justin, see how he was raised, even though it was different from how Justin was.
It’s going to be a little…sketchy and I’m not sure it will be all that romantic, as I’ll be showing a healthy way to see people while covering it in lust and rosy glasses.
Quite honestly, I’m looking forward to writing this one. I have from the beginning, but Craig held a higher hand as Justin wasn’t showing himself completely, just a lover of twinks, and a reason behind it. now, oh God, now, he’s showing me he’s screwed up birth, raising and adulthood, he’s backstory might not come out as fast as you’d like, but its actually going to be there because there’s a hug point about what—who he is and what that will mean to Adam, along with how it will actually affect him.
I’ve shivers thinking about it.
But first, I must finish book 6.
 
Everything with editing for my Movember story will be put on hold as my cousin is getting married, and so that comes first, especially since there isn’t a rush in this one, not yet. By June, I want it fully ready to go, but for now, we have the time.
So I think I’ll start researching and organising the blog part, ‘cause I’d really like to get a tour—no, just a post here and there for it. But mostly the organisation, so I think I’ll start asking and looking into that. Get a rough draft of it, so that I have something to ask about.
 
Other than that I’m good for the month, I need time to grief and so I’m not going to push myself to hard, but I’ve had a month off, and things need to move on. I need to work or it will come to a point that I’m behind and not able to catch up.
 
I really wouldn’t mind finishing, or really starting No Biggy, It’s Just a Kiss, because that’s bitching at me none stop and it’s kinda annoying.
As well as writing a full version of Something Said when the rejection comes in.
These two are both YA, though the first one is YA with adult themes.  
 
Oh, and God do I need to finish Trusting Your Eyes, but because I’ve decided to make it a bit of a mystery the whole things decided to fuck with me. telling me I can’t do this, I’m so shit at it, though I don’t think I will be because it’s mostly just about what’s in the dudes head, or is it….
 
Anyway, so, this month it’s just those two books. I’d be grateful if I could just finish the first one, but since I’m like halfway there, I should be able to do both.
 
Lastly, have you guys seen my 3 Moonlit Wolves covers all together, now? Oh, well here they are, just for you
 

Tuesday 25 February 2014

Stuck in Your Head # 86

I’m going to give you the line from the books I’ve read that make my mind crave the rest like chocolate & Coke.
 

 
Remi’s brow scrunched up. “What the fuck are you planning on doing that you need four things of lube for?”
Chay shrugged. “I like being prepared.”
“For what? A freakin’ orgy?” Remi asked.
--page 231, paperback “orgy”
 
Without Reservations by JL Langley
(With or Without #1)
First Published April 07 by Samhain Publishing
Paranormal Romance
 
Sometimes love just catches you by the tail.
 
Chayton Winston is a veterinarian. He is also a werewolf. Much to his Native American parent's chagrin, he has always dreamed of a fair-haired, Caucasian mate. However, he never imagined his mate would be male. As a heterosexual man, he's not quite sure what to do with a male mate, but more than willing to find out.
 
Keaton Reynolds wakes up, in wolf form, and finds himself with a mate. He's instantly attracted, but not so thrilled to find out the man is straight. Having been in a relationship once before where his partner professed to be "Not gay" left a bad taste in his mouth. Keaton wants to make a break for it and pretend he never set eyes on Chay-but Chay is not ready to let him go.
 
Together the two work to solidify their shaky relationship and battle the prejudices against homosexuals. Chay must deal with not only his mother's prejudices against gay men but also her hatred of white people.
 
When a power struggle in Keaton's pack threatens Keaton's life, the two men learn to depend on one another and their relationship to get them through it
 
Series includes
With Love, With Caution, With Abandon, Without Fear
side stories: A Lot to be Thankful For, a Sterling New Year, Christmas Dinner at Reynolds Hall, Attack of the Killer Dust Bunnies, Christmas Cookies and Garland
 
 

Monday 24 February 2014

A Bit of Clarity

I’ve been thinking about myself a lot over the last couple of years. Thinking on the parts of my personality I like, don’t like, and the reasoning’s behind a lot of the things I did and still do.
 
One of the thoughts I have is this fact that I don’t get upset when people don’t listen to me.
Okay, so I’m sure it’ll help to have some background, right.
 
Well, I’m a talker. If left unchecked I can go on and on until I’m repeating myself because there just isn’t anything else to say. Or more so, because I wasn’t even listening to myself while I spoke and forgot I’d said all this shit in the first place.
My sister likes to say I’m like that because I’m three conversations in front of myself, which makes it difficult for people to keep up with me unless they know me, or I’m being very good and paying attention to what’s coming out my mouth.
I hate having to do that.
 
Anyway, I’m not sure why this thought even came up, I guess I was ignored one time and my brain actually clicked, and said, “hey, why isn’t this bothering you?!”
 
Now, when thinking about my own self, the thoughts are much more fluid than with anything else, I’m not in a rush to figuring this shit out, just thought on it, puzzled a little, and when I get the answer, bang, it’s there again, front centre in my mind.
 
So, my son has gotten this personality trait from me. He’s a talker, it’s hopefully the only one he’ll get, but man can he talk, I’m thinking if it wasn’t for the 20 year age gap he’d have over spoken my word count by now (at least I’d like to think so, but clearly…it’s be a tie)
It became very pronounced when he turned 7 and got his sarcasm chip turned on. He’s a sarcastic bugger.
 
So, moving on, the other day we went to my sister’s house because mum was getting her second dose of Chemo and…anyway, we went down there, and we were sitting in the lounge room watching something, and as the show went on, my son, with a book in his lap kept on talking.
We didn’t notice, one minute the tv was everything, the next my sister tuned in to my son just to see what was what and discovered he was talking. Just chatting away to her boyfriend who also wasn’t listening to him.
 
Now, this made everything click. It’s not really a point of the fact that no one was listening to me. No, I don’t seem to mind, if the point of talking is to just talk, rather than something that needed to be said. I have never been ignored when something important is coming out my mouth.
It’s just it though, I would have gone my whole life with people turning in and out of my rambles to a point that in general I just chat to the world as a hole and if you want in you can jump and have your own say.
I learnt from such a young age that it wasn’t because of me that no one was listening it was because I wasn’t really saying anything.
 
Anyway, I’m not sure if I made any sense at all, but then how often do I when I’m just chatting.
 
So, hoping to finish book 6: Rub of a Werewolf this week, but we’ll see how things turn out.
 
 it’s just recently accrued to me that one of the other reasons that I might be having a block is because I’m waiting for the 1st of March to get my rejection letter from the anthology I submitted a short story for.
 
And I do think the rejection will come because I wasn’t sure from the beginning if this was the type of story they were looking for, or if it’s relevant or any good.
Anyway, I think I’ll be so shocked it they do accept me, which I feel is highly unlikely, and when I do get it, I’m going to start the story up again, only I’m going to write the thing out as a novella instead of the short it is.

Saturday 22 February 2014

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #39

Hi everyone, I’ve got this need to change things up. You see I’ve being doing these memoirs for a long time now, and I feel after everything else that I’ve changed that this is out-dated.
So instead I’m going to take this time, once a fortnight to talk about my books.
 
It basically means that instead of me doing my monthly rap-up I’m going to talk about it in fortnight snippets.
It will also hold information and just random things I need to talk about regarding the books and where there going. I need that outlet, only I’m going to hopefully do this a little better, and in a way that’s enjoyable for everyone, since I feel the way I’m doing now needs more information behind it.
 
But mostly I’m not going to put in numbers. Or at least that’s the thinking, but it will also give me a chance, every 2 weeks to take a break and look at where I’m sitting and what I defiantly need doing.
 
Let’s see if this helps me, because the other way just seems to be work, and therefore isn’t helping one bit.

Friday 21 February 2014

New Cover and Other Awesome stuff

So first, up I just got emailed Moonlit Wolves #3 cover: Seeking my Werewolf
 
its just so beautiful and pretty, and...and... special
 
you’ll learn more about this book closer to its release date: 15/March/14
 
and in the mail today came the prize of swag I won from Amy Lane in the Be My Prism Valentine  Day chat, it’s awesomely great.
I also won on the day a ecopy of One Good Deed by Andrew Grey

 
Both received my thanks on the day, but again, just in case they missed it
 
 

Thursday 20 February 2014

Hadn’t the Pleasure # 92

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
 
So, I might have gone a little…finish with this one
 
 
Sometimes the adventure chooses you.
 
Lover of fine poetry and lousy choose-your-own-adventure novels, Professor Sebastian Swift was once the bad-boy darling of the literati. The only lines he does these days are Browning, Frost and Cummings. Even his relationship with the hot, handsome Wolfe Neck Police Chief Max Prescott is healthy.
 
When one of his most talented students comes to him bruised and begging for help, Swift hands over the keys to his Orson Island cabin—only to find out that the boy’s father is dead and the police are suspicious. In an instant, the stable life Swift has built for himself hangs on finding the boy and convincing him to give himself up before Max figures out Swift’s involvement in the case.
 
Max enjoys splitting an infinitive or two with his favorite nutty professor, but he’s not much for sonnets or Shakespeare. He likes being lied to even less. Yet his instincts—and his heart—tell him his lover is being played. Max can forgive lies and deception, but a dangerous enemy may not stop until Swift is heading up his own dead poet’s society.
 
Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that Josh Lanyon’s smart, sexy, sophisticated stories may prove hazardous to your heart.
 
Come unto these Yellow Sands by Josh Lanyon
First published 14th June 2011 by Samhain publishing
iBook,  110 pages
paperback,  206 pages
Contemporary Mystery Romance
 
“ It was like those old Choose Your Own Adventure novels.
You are primary unit commander of the Lazarian Galaxy Rapid Response Team— “

Wednesday 19 February 2014

Death in the Family

I honestly still have nothing to say, it’s been one of those weeks and it looks as if it may become worse if my Gran (who has been lost in Alzheimer’s, and I mean lost, since ’09) has stopped eating and drinking. If she doesn’t start up against soon (I mean by the time this has been posted) they don’t believe she will and so by Friday she will pass away as you can only live for 3 days without water.
 
Now, I’m not sure what you are all think about me after I talk about this, but I need to, so…
 
I’m having mixed emotions about the whole thing. It’s kinda like when my Grandad died, I felt this detached sort of loss. Like I didn’t think it was honestly affecting me, but I kept on having to say that he was dead.
That one was a sudden thing, though we were all waiting for it. We all knew he’d only last until a certain day, and in the end he was so over being alive, that when he pasted it was a relief.
 
This is going to happen with my Gran.
 
She had been lost inside her own blank mind since my Aunty died of cancer. She ended up going into a home not long after and when you look at her, well, she was like a kid in wrinkled skin. There was just nothing there, no memories of life she’d live, of people she loved, birthed, raised.
It’s a sad disease and I think in a lot of ways it’s painful to watch and yet Gran is a month to 8 children and because of that she’s got a lot of people wanting her to die while needing her to hang on.
 
So when I got the phone call from my dad telling me Gran wasn’t eating or drinking I had this moment of happiness, of relief because as long as her body doesn’t decide it wants to go another turn she gets freedom from this disease and it’s entrapment.
This didn’t last long, it’s not because of her, I fully believe what I said before, I would have to be in that situation and it would only be for the sack of my kids that I don’t OD as soon as I’m diagnosed. Yeah I’m going to miss Gran but in a lot of ways she hasn’t been here and I’ve spent time to get use to that. We have had family events when I usually see her and have her not be there. To have those moments of sadness that she isn’t there, and that she should be to have her passing not be as horribly sad as it could be.
But she’s not going to be here soon. She’s not going to be a morning memory we have—though at least, unlike my Aunty and my Granda, it’s not going to be a Christmas time event (we were getting worried, that Christmas Deaths were going to be catching)
 
I’m sad for my mum.
This is the point I was meant to make before, but, I feel you can understand my muddleness even if I seem like a heartless bitch. I feel the same way to, but I feel, I just have to find the silver lighting in all tragedy to make it not sit on my chest and slowly crush me (a trick I learnt for dealing with depression)
 
My mum just went through her second dose of Chemo. She’s not as bad as what she was, but it’s only been a few days and this first week her mind and body isn’t fit for dealing with anything but the tragedy of what she’s going through, so to have this dumped on her…
 
She’s sick, she’s still sleeping more than she’s awake, and she gets a phone call that her mother was unlikely to make it to the end of the week.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s not holding Grans hand and telling her to hold on, quite the opposite, but she still wants to go and see her before her death.
 
To say goodbye.
 
Well I think that’s it, I’m feeling a little better, but she hasn’t actually passed yet so things will probably get worse before they get better, and I will most likely be going to a funeral next week.
I think the worse thing about the whole thing is how excited I am by the prospect of putting a relative into the ground. But she needs to be free to go and live behind those purly gates (that’s what the Catholic’s believe right?) instead of being trapped in a body.
 
anyway I think that’s it, sorry if it make less sense than normal, and hopefully I’ll be in a better mood next week
 
Update the incorrect information: my Grandad died in 2012 not this year…I remember I got the message at one of my kids friends b’day party. So I haven’t cried for 1 year 3 months

Tuesday 18 February 2014

Stuck in Your Head # 85

I’m going to give you the line from the books I’ve read that make my mind crave the rest like chocolate & Coke.
 
 
“Did I really want to just up and have pity sex with someone who didn’t take me seriously, when I had a guy in a place I’d sort of made mine, who kept looking at me like I made his heart beat?”
--page 33, iBook
 
Christmas with Danny Fit by Amy Lane
(Naughty of Nice)
First Published 1st December 2010 by Dreamspinner Press
Contemporary ‘holiday’ Romance
 
In a perfect moment of cold November sunshine, pudgy accountant Kit Allen realizes Jesse, his new office assistant, is everything he's ever dreamed about in a man. Feeling supremely unworthy and desperate to get a life—even an imaginary one—Kit embarks on a self-improvement campaign featuring DVD fitness guru, Danny Fit.
 
In the meantime, Jesse has begun a subtle campaign of his own, one designed to bring Kit out of his DVD dream world and into Jesse's arms. Jesse isn't perfect—he's no Danny Fit—but he hopes that the kind, funny man who has been looking at him so soulfully since his first day at work has what it takes to be everything Jesse has always wanted.
 
This title is part of the 2010 Advent Calendar: Naughty or Nice
 

Monday 17 February 2014

Because I’m Feeling Down

So, it’s raining here, and it doesn’t look like it will be stopping any time soon. Rain all week, as well as last.
 
Yeah, it’s that type of day for me.
 
So, newbie author update: right now, Forever by my Werewolf is number 13 on the extasybooks site best sellers list, Loved by a Werewolf is still sitting at number 16.
 
So, I’ve still not actually done anything I’ve been stressing which is fine, I’m over it, since you know, the books out now.
 
I’ve nothing to really wonder about, or talk about, just…nothing.
 
Anyway, I’m going to go contemplate going shopping, which I really don’t wanna do cause…you really don’t care. Anyway, long story short, I just don’t wanna get wet—oh, hey! That’s the whole story *smiles*
 
Anyway, I’m going to spend the next few hours re-reading and fixing up those mistakes I know I’m making in book 5 of the moonlit wolves series. And then hopefully finish off book 6, ‘cause at the min end I only have to write 3k more words, and if there’s more, awesome.
 
So how’s your day going?

Sunday 16 February 2014

Out Now!!!

 
Forever with my Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley
(Moonlit Wolves #2)
 
 
Love is never simple—especially when you find out your lover is a werewolf.
 
Running away from his lover after he changed into a werewolf, Tim ended up kidnapped by a group of Hunters. Now it’s up to Colin to bring him back and make it all up to him. But will Tim be able to forgive him when Colin finally gets him back into his arms?
 
 
Official Excerpt
 
He had less than a second before he heard a laugh. Tim’s face heated with embarrassment as he realised that the guy he’d come to perv on had just seen him go arse over tit and was now laughing at him. Great first impression he was giving off.
    “Are you okay?”
    The voice washed over him, slightly deeper than his own, very male, and totally fitting the man it came from. The worst thing was that he liked what the laughing undertone did to it.
    “Bodily,” he muttered back, looking at the guy’s midsection. He was leaning down, his hands on his knees and the shirt nearly between his feet. The dude’s body was glittering with sweat. The hair was only on his chest. It tapered down to nothingness from the lower ribs and stomach. Just that sight of his naked chest was making him hard.
    The guy laughed again, fully this time. “Yeah, well, it looked like it hurt.”
    “Yeah.” Tim sighed and looked up, it was reflex, and the planes of the guy’s face made him take in a deep breath. He had a man face, though there was still some softness in the jaw line. His nose was strong and his eyes a nice nondescript blue that took him in and spat him out feeling lighter.
    The man’s blond hair was cut short, but it was still long enough to have a style, messy as it was.
    “I’m Colin,” the guy said, his breath a little rough still, from the laughing.
    “Tim,” he replied, not able to do anything but.
    Colin smiled, but he wasn’t ready for it, and even though he’d seen him with the light of laughter, it was nothing compared to a flashing smile directed at him. “You need help getting up?”
    “Nar…” Tim said as he tried, but soon found he was lying. His face went red again and he had to clear his throat before confessing, “Yeah, I’m gonna need help.”
    Colin laughed as he leant down and held out his hand. “Come on, then.”
    Taking his hand, Tim noticed the heat. A layer of sweat made his mouth water when it should have grossed him out.
    The light brush of skin was all Colin needed. Gripping Tim’s hand hard, he pulled him up onto his feet.
    Pain shot through Tim’s calf and settled in his foot, so sharp and ridiculously unexpected, as if he should have remembered the fall, but the fact that Colin was touching him had taken everything else off his mind, but **** yeah!
    Tim stumbled, his nose and forehead smacking into Colin’s sweaty chest for the second before Colin held him up, shifting an arm so that he was holding Tim like a toddler, under the armpits. It was humiliating, and yet, the soft wetness of sweat on his face smoothed everything over.
    “I’m gonna help ya up to the house, ‘kay?”
    Tim nodded. He couldn’t help it. “Thanks.”
    Colin smiled. It was like a sunrise and made him feel more like a wuss than he already was. Dick-hard Tim was glad he hadn’t changed from his clothes after school because he was, luckily, still wearing his briefs. They held a hard **** in better than all others did. It was a pain, and the twist could pull at the balls because he wasn’t the best at stuffing himself back in after pissing, but unless you looked or brushed up against him he was relatively safe from embarrassment tenting.
    Before Tim knew which way was up, Colin had moved them around so that the taller man held him with one arm around his back, and his fingers grabbed his lower ribs. Tim fit nicely under the guy’s arm, as if sculpted to fit there, and only there.
    The smell of Colin was intoxicating. It wrapped around him, strong, a little more pungent from heavy sweating, but Tim liked the scent. He wasn’t sure if it was that ***** part of his brain that seemed love sick for this guy he just meet, or that the sweat hadn’t turned rotten yet and that was why it was nice. Still, it made Tim think of sex. And that wasn’t helping his ability to walk.
    “You all right?” Colin asked.
    “Yeah. Why?” Why indeed? Fucking idiot, Tim!
    “You whimpered a little,” Colin told him, making Tim blush again.
    He hadn’t meant to make a sound, but rubbing up against the guy had shut off his brain so his dick could have some time to think. It was never a good idea when that happened. Every guy on the planet knew that, showing how stupid the gender was where he kept on letting it take control.
    “Sorry,” he mumbled as a response, which got their progression to the front door, but then stopped with Colin looking down at him, wondering, and thinking. Understanding came with a slight smile and then they were moving again, though all Tim wanted was for the ground to open up and suck him under. He was such a dork.