The deal with all those books I’ve read this week
Saturday, 27 February 2016
Thursday, 25 February 2016
While I try and figure out what I want to do for this day instead of talking about myself I thought I’d share an unedited excerpt of a book I thought, at one time, I wanted to write. Hell, maybe I still want to write it, however I do believe it might be a little to cutesy for my reputation – see me kid, lol.
Anyway, if the story comes back I’ll finish it, as it stands it’s a cool idea but I’ve never gotten past what I’m about to show you. so enjoy
Straight With A Gay Kink
“Holly fuck, man, can you two take your lovey dovey shit elsewhere.”
“Jealous?” Cater shot back, his tone, and attitude that of someone who was pissed and lashing back.
“God no. I, unlike you two it would seem, have these brilliant things called balls. But more so I know what they’re made for, and being a cute lesbian couple ain’t that.”
“Fuck you Dave,” Cater again, this time his hip cock into his arm, as he fully faced his lovers best mate.
“Classy,” he smiled back. Fuck, it was easy. Easy to get Cater all worked up. Easy to deflect words that were so turn it hurt Dave’s inside.
Yeah, he was jealous. Not of the lovey crap his best mate and his lover were into, really, that was to chocolaty sweet it gave anyone within a mile of them a toothache. But the love. God those two were in love. The type of love that couldn’t be broken, kinda love. Now, that, defiantly something he wanted for himself. But, hell if he was going to give Cater the pleasure of ever knowing that. Especially not in this type of situation.
Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around Cater’s waist and pulling the man towards him. Legs bracket hips, chest met back. chin on shoulder, it was almost as cute as the noise rubbing they’d been giving each other before, but at least this time there was an actual world outside the two of them.
“I always am,” Cater snapped back at Dave, though the words were dulled slightly from the fact that he just couldn’t keep that type of hot air when Jack held onto him. it made there domestics interesting, if you wanted a free show. Not that Jack practically wanted to see his friends junk used that way, but too drunk to move was the only reason he didn’t get off the lounge as soon as the first insult came out of Caters mouth.
“Leave him be,” Jack stage whispered to Cater, “He’s never been in love.”
Cater’s head tilted slightly to the side, and he was lost again, floating in a sea by himself, for all those knew.
“That’s kinda sad.”
And it just got better, he was now being spoken about, while sitting right here, as well as adding to their fucking scene. Yeah, him.
More importantly who was Jack to say he’d never been in love. Dave had been madly in love with someone. He still was, though he was slowly getting over the infatuation—at least that’s what he said, but still, here he was, hanging with couples because they were drinking in a pub he worked at.
“So, whose torch you holding?” Rabbit said on the other side of the bar. Dave blinked he hadn’t realised he’d gotten up and walked away from the scene he started.
“Yeah, which of those to you want for yourself?”
Huh? That didn’t even make sense.
“Come on, you’re hear every time they are, causing trouble.”
Dave smiled over at Rabbit, “Nah, it’s just fuck riling Cater up, and I’ve already seen both there arses, didn’t care for either.”
“I live with Jack.” Which should answer any question, but from the look on Rabbit’s face, it hadn’t. “I was to drunk one night to go to my room when they started bitching at each other. Ended up getting the whole show.”
“Ah…. I wouldn’t think Jack would look all that bad under his attire.”
What?! Dave wasn’t sure what of that comment supposed him the most. Rabbit, the male of all males complimenting another dude, or that he had used such an old arsed word. But worse was the red that started burning in his stomach at the fact that the man Rabbit was complimenting wasn’t him.
Rabbit blushed slightly, “It’s an appropriate word.”
“Yeah, in a knitting club, maybe. In the fifties.”
Other titles in this series are:
· Just The Best Man
· His Straight Boyfriend
· Bastards and Betrayers
· Loving Them Lady
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
It's extremely exciting for a new author to be able to say, hey, I HAVE A FAN! Ahem. Anyway, Brandy Newton--a fan who's been a great beta reader and friend as well as my new cover artist as of Owned!--agreed to ask me a few questions of things she wants to know about me/my books.
What inspired this amazing world where humans have been pushed to the bottom of the social ladder by supernatural beings?
As flattered as I am for it to be called amazing, I can't claim credit for the idea--even though I do try to make it my own instead of copying what others have done. I discovered Obsidian Butterfly by chance, and I devoured all of the books leading up to it. Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series was the first one I read where supernatural beings were out in the open, and the idea fascinated me. (Granted, Obsidian Butterfly was the first I read and the one I stopped liking the series at, so I have no idea how it's progressed.)
I know other authors have experimented with varying shades of it over the years, though I'll admit I haven't read many of them. When Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse books followed, I kept wondering why they would settle for a struggle for integration--and what would happen if they decided that wasn't good enough.
I know there are other books out there, but I haven't read most of them! I read mostly fantasy books. I didn't even read a book in a universe like this until after Recoil and Ravel were published and I was working on Bought--and then I found Nicholas Bella. It's so cool to see the different way people take the idea.
I've also wondered what would happen if the Death Eaters had won in Harry Potter, so hey, maybe I'm just a sucker for the bad guys.
tl;dr: I have a sick mind and I love watching characters squirm. If they were real, I would be so in for it.
When writing your first book "Recoil," what were the challenges in bringing it to life?
So here's the embarrassing truth: Recoil is the second story/book I have ever finished in my life--and the last one was when I was in college taking a fiction writing course.
The biggest challenge was in getting over that block of "I've never finished anything before. How am I going to finish this?" I really wanted to play around with characters I knew very well and go with the "what might have been" path. I struggled a little until I threw out what I'd been taught about writing--outlining, writing in order, detailing the world out first, plotting, and so on. When I started writing what I wanted to write in the moment, it seemed to flow from there for the most part. I write by starting with something I want to write; I write until I'm out of ideas/inspiration for that scene. If I want to write another scene, I mark it as a ***TBC*** with any notes I want to include, then I skip ahead or go back.
There are reasons editing takes me longer than actually writing!
Beyond that, I'd never had anything published before. I'm still stumbling through the process, and I had no idea what I was doing. I'd been told not to write about vampires because they're "out," and I was under some pressure to try to write what was "popular" instead of what I wanted. I was afraid the characters weren't good enough, that the story wasn't strong enough... and then that I'd get a lot of flak for the ending. Ahem.
I did some research and found eXcessica, and I submitted to them not expecting anything to come of it.
To my shock, they accepted me into the author co-operative. From there, it was a journey of "oh, shit, am I really doing this?"
The world of your "Ripples in the Status Quo" series has seen vampires, werewolves, witches, and of course humans. Will we be seeing any other supernatural beings in your future books?
"Of course humans." Feh. Who needs humans?
Tuesday, 23 February 2016
Its looking like I’m going to need more time. To be honest whoever thought I’d actually make 60K in a month clearly doesn’t know my time lines.
For those of you who don’t I’m a slow writer.
Anyway, I’m at depression stage of the book, about halfway though and I say that way because I’m re-writing and though I’ve allowed myself some leeway I’m stay to the paper I’m writing it off. In second drafts, after April’s read it, I’ll go in and make it better better.
Right now, I’m mostly just bring the characters or at least Michaela’s to life where she was a little flat, and I’m world building. However I’m kinda reading it for the first time since writing it, while I’m re-writing and so I don’t want to lose what I’ve got, plot wise, by going too far off stript. It has meant that scenes have been cut and other had had 1K more added to them.
Anyway, you want to learn more, click over to McGee’s blog
I’m going to start a new think of Thursday because honestly I can’t talk about myself that much. Yeah I made it a month. I’m hoping to write things about my characters, if you want something speak up, if not April or Tracy will probably come up with what I could do. really I’ very unimaginable
So this is it for me for the week, what you guys been up to?
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Saturday, 20 February 2016
Friday, 19 February 2016
The Way Life Turns by April Kelley & Bronwyn Heeley
A BonyDee Press Challenge
Cover Art: BonyDee Design
Publishing 19th of February 2016
Heat: 4 ǀ words: 20,133
What happens when two men are in very different places in their relationship?
Almost from the start of their relationship, Jonah was in love with Scott. Scott doesn’t share that same sentiment. Jonah finds out exact how Scott feels about him the hard way, when he sees Scott in a compromising position with someone else. How they react becomes the challenge two authors have set out to solve. Will there be forgiveness or misery as Jonah reacts to what Scott has done?
Jonah narrowed his eyes at Scott. “But that’s not true.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No. It’s not. If you’re fucking Hank, that’s not exclusive.”
“But I’m not fucking anyone, including you,” Scott said into this ear. “I’d like to be though.”
“Oh really. Would you like me in the same position Hank was in? He was on all fours, right? Doggy-style, if I remember correctly.”
“Stop it, baby. Stop thinking about it.”
Jonah took a step away. He looked at Scott then and couldn’t keep the emotion at bay any longer. He had been doing so well up until now. “How?”
“You are the best.” Jonah slammed his glass on the bar bench, his elbow missing the top and making him nearly lose his seat.
“And you’re wasted,” the bartender chuckled.
The bartender out right laughed as he wiped down the bar Jonah had spilled his beer all over it.
“Ok,” he allowed. “I might be a little tipsy.”
“Yeah, and I may be standing on the roof.”
“You’re doing an awesome job then from way up there.”
“Why thank you. Oh, looks like your boy just got here.”
“Huh.” Jonah turned on the stool, slipping slightly, but allowing a flying hand to catch him before he fell. He was smiling at his effort, sure no one saw his slip in that way most drunks were always overly confident.
Thursday, 18 February 2016
This is another one of those stories that I’ve spoken about before. So feel free to skip this weeks if you’ve heard about this.
Twilight, Why I’ll Always Love It
Is started reading, like really reading, late in my life, and I say that as I’m quite young, and I didn’t start until my daughter was about to be born. I believe it was late 2007 or 2008. I was around 22. I started with Harry Potter and read a few things before hitting Twilight.
I want to say that the idea of writing came in once I started writing, the thought, the characters, the plot went in and out of my head, however I never thought it was something I’d be able to do, that I could do it.
Then I started Twilight. And …. Bang. It wasn’t great writing, it was a little “I want to be seen as smart” but the fact that I had to pick up a fucking dictionary to understand a huge chunks of what was being said, it made me think that.
I remember the moment I thought to myself “I could do this” I believe I hadn’t even gotten to chapter 2 yet, and the books gave me the push.
It was also a huge flavour of my first series. One that was never published. I re-read it a few months back and shook my head at myself because you can’t read it and not see twilight. Which is okay and also show that if I want to use the idea, the plot I’d have to start from scratch. But here’s the thing most people won’t tell you. You start your writing career by writing other people’s books. But copying your favourite authors and then you start to shift, start to stand on your own feet and become you. You get your own style or writing and you forget that you use to write like these other authors.
My first series is awesome and might get re-written on of these days, but honestly it’s not the point. That series isn’t the point. The point is that reading Twilight, in all it’s over drama and I was able to pick up and pen and paper (which is what I had to use back then) and started writing my first story. This story was torn apart and written in two different ways and I love both of them, I think they are great ideas, only until recently I’ve never quite gone back to full YA. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m proud of how far I came from starting out, that day I read Twilight, which I swear was my 3rd of 4th series I started reading. And started writing it out. Started becoming what I am today.
Not a long one this week but full of meaning in my life. I am grateful I read it in a time I was already contemplating writing and that it pushed me into it. Allowed me to see that I could do it, which is great because I can.