Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Dream On Post

These are the prize packages for the Silver Anniversary Extravaganza

DO NOT LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS POST (they are disabled)

Comments are to be made on August 5th. A link to that post will be provided.

Just decide what you would like.

There are also 10 ebooks of your choice, with hand-made bookmarks.



 



 


 

 

 



Saturday, July 26, 2014

Silver Anniversary Extravaganza, coming soon!

I have been married for 25 years. This calls for a party!

On August 1, I will post a list of Awesome Prizes of Awesomeness, 25 in all.

On August 5, my anniversary, you will go to my Livejournal (I can screen comments there and keep your contact info safe) and tell me what you would like to have.

First claimant gets the prize, so have a couple of alternates.

Keep watching for more information!

Guest Blogger: Mary Caelsto

I've known Mary for a number of years and published several pieces through Pink Petal Press/Jupiter Gardens. Welcome her to have tea in the Gazebo and talk about:

Researching Publishers For Author Sanity

by Mary Caelsto

Another week in the blogosphere, word of yet another publisher folding. Some go quietly. Some go with large implosions that seem to last for weeks and spew much vitriol across the internet. No matter how it happens it sucks for the authors, and those of us who have seen it happen or been through it feel for them.
Yet authors can protect themselves, and I am still surprised that some choose not to. Of course, no matter how diligent the research things can happen. Nothing is a perfect safeguard. Yet, a bit of legwork before the submissions process can save a lot of stress down the road.

The first step in researching publishers should always be checking sites like Absolute Write, Preditors and Editors, HiPiers (Piers Anthony’s site), EREC, and other watchdogs. Because it is possible for false reports to be filed, each step in the research process should be taken in conjunction with the others. This means if one site shows a problem, but everything else checks out, and the problem appears to be isolated, an author may choose to go forward. For some authors, even one report is one too many, and I confess that I fall into that camp as well.

Next a targeted web search should be completed. Researching the publisher’s name is one thing; however, the smart author is looking for specific items. Looking for the publisher’s name in quotes plus the word problems or issues will showcase those specific blogs or articles. Additional credence needs to be given to those mentions in high visibility places like Publisher’s Weekly, Locus, Dear Author, or other large industry blogs or magazines. Again, a single author’s problem may be something very specific to that publisher-author relationship or it may herald a bigger issue. Sometimes it is difficult to tell and authors will need to use their own judgment.

Asking for references, reading books, and even a perusal of the publisher’s website and social media platforms are all great next steps to take.

Why am I saying that authors should do this for their sanity?

Because let’s face it, many of us put a lot of time into our books. We write our first drafts, edit, polish, and tweak some more before we send the book off to a publisher. We’re signing contracts for as few as a couple of years or as many as seven. That’s a long time to be stuck in a bad relationship. And no, it doesn’t have to be a bad relationship; that’s why authors need to research publishers. A bit more forethought and a slower rush to get published will help save authors from a lot of difficulties and give them a solid foundation upon which to build their careers.

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If you’re interested in learning more, join Mary starting August 20, 2014 for Smart Publisher Evaluation for Career-Minded Authors. This week-long course will dive deep into the art of evaluating publishers so authors can avoid trouble, find the best fit for them, and know that they, and their work, will be supported. Learn more and register here: http://musecharmer.com/musestore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=75&products_id=212

Bio: Mary lives in the Ozarks with her husband, three spoiled horses, an office rabbit, an opinionated parrot, a not-so-itty-bitty kitty committee, and a charmed chicken (rooster). She’s been published since 2002, working for some of the biggest and best digital-first publishers. Three years ago, she began The Muse Charmer to share her insights from being in the publishing industry for so long with authors. Her belief: it can be easy to be an author today. To that end, she offers classes, news, and information authors can use to navigate today’s ever-changing publishing industry.

Visit her website at www.musecharmer.com to get her free video presentation Tap Into Your Muse Power to learn exactly how an author’s muse is the most important tool for today’s working author.
Website: http://www.musecharmer.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/harmoniczen
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Additional Resources:
Daily Writing Inspiration: http://www.dailywritinginspiration.com
Circle of Muses: http://www.circleofmuses.com
Muse Camp: http://www.musecamp.com

My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Year

This week, all we want you to do is to share a sexy tidbit about anything your heart desires. And you all know what we mean…don’t you?

From Alive on the Inside:

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Blurb:
Nick Harper has a nice life, a nice job, and a nice girl. Until Labor Day Weekend, when the Phantasmagoria Traveling Wonder Show comes to town.

Seduced by the dark and wickedly erotic charms of both the Phantasmagoria and Torturo, a man known in the freak sideshow as The Pain King, Nick embarks on a journey of self-discovery, love, and pain.
But the show is not what it seems. It changes those who come with it in ways they can never imagine, not even in their worst nightmares.

And Nick's changes are just beginning...





Torturo moved closer to him and ran a hand down his face.
“No need to be so jealous. There’s plenty more if you’re wanting
it.” Before Tom could react, Torturo kissed him, just to give the
boy something to think about. He stifled a smile when Tom opened
up to him at once and he heard a soft whimper.

He did smile when he pulled back. He winked at Julian and
raised an offering eyebrow to John. “Anyone is welcome to play.”
The three boys turned and showed their heels, fleeing into the
safety of the darkness. Sin looked up at him, her honey-colored
eyes adoring.

“That…” She flushed. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen.” She took his hand and let him help her to her feet, clearly
hopeful he would kiss her, too. “Thank you. They’re a pack of
jackals and I’m the weak antelope at the edge of the class herd.”

He shook his head. “Not so very weak at all. Far braver than
any of them. You see what you desire and acquire it. They simply
look and want, constrained.”

Since she looked so expectant, he decided not to disappoint her.
He drew her close with one arm around her waist and tipped her
face up with his free hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck
and pressed her breasts against him. He gave her the lightest of
brushes, just enough to get a feel for her lips. She looked
disappointed when he eased away.

“That’s it? You French that creep and all I get is that little
peck?” She seemed to be working up to a full mad. He pulled her
in tightly and laid one finger across her lips.

“Sin, to kiss you properly would spoil all the delightful
anticipation. And the way I plan to kiss you is certainly not
appropriate for the middle of the Midway, which you seem to have
forgotten.” He smiled and stroked her lips with that finger. “I
promise, you’ll have all he did and more, in due time.”

Don't forget, Silver Anniversary Celebration is coming August 1!


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Keep watching the skies!

The Dog Days of Summer are almost upon us.

And that means the Mad Dogs and Englishmen Summer Spectacular at Inkstained Succubus.

Also, Mudd and I have been married for 25 years next month.
So that calls for a Silver Anniversary Special.

It all starts August 1!

Saturday, July 5, 2014

My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Lady

Share with us this week those women aren’t afraid to show that they love someone. Pepper their existence with a clandestine rendezvous or a weekly event, show us why we love, love, love them. Share those scenes with us this week. From the moment our sexy lady meets their significant other, their first hot kiss, to the fulfillment of a dream, show us the wonders of finding, falling in love and loving your significant other.


This week, from Fruits of Thine

Blurb: Corporate retreats are dull at best, but when Carla is sent on one as a punitive measure, she isn't expecting anything to come of it, except a pink slip.

High in the Ozark mountains, nothing is quite as it seems and reality skews in interesting ways. The conference is too elementary and Carla notices people starting to go missing.

And the wild, incessant piping from the forest keeps her awake nights and stirs deeply buried desires... 



Seven paragraphs.

Clara sighed. “I had to decide whether I wanted to do this or not. This is so wrong on so many levels. I mean, you’re not even human.”

“Not beast, not god and yet not man,” he chanted. She wondered if it was part of a hymn to him. “Have you decided, lovely lady?”

Clara took a deep breath and looked into his liquid brown eyes, so hopeful and trusting. Telling him no would break his little goaty heart. The look of mischief that wrinkled his nose and titled his mouth ruined the effect. She laughed and decided.

“Yes. Yes, I want you. You’re beautiful and sweet. You’ve been sending me sexy dreams and making me feel less alone out here.”

Pan kissed her again, and she responded, showing him how she liked it, gentle, but firm. He filled her mouth with his tongue and then nibbled at her lower lip. Before she could protest, he pulled her close, in a superhumanly strong grip and kissed her hard, ravishing her with his mouth until her breath came fast and
shallow.

“That’s the lady I’ve been watching,” he teased. “The one who glides about her day, half dancing, although there is no music. If I played, would you dance for me?” She looked him over and pushed him back to the grass. He gasped. “Women have changed a bit.”

“A bit,” she allowed. And she pounced on his mouth, running her hands over the dark, velvety skin and soft hair of his chest. Tiny whiffs of air across her cheek told her he was laughing into the kiss.


Friday, June 20, 2014

SFR Brigade Blog Hop :Starry Nights




This excerpt is from  Heart's Bounty.

Sometimes, love among the stars happens. Sometimes it takes a while. And sometimes it gets a little kinky. In this clip, Miho is paying off a debt by serving as a submissive for a party, and this is the get-acquainted practice session. He's taken a drug called Starlight, which means all he can see is stars. Rejan is his top's tutor and one of the hosts.


“Miho,” Rejan said, “we’re in the playroom. You’re going to be buckled out and flogged. Is that all right with you?” He reached out to touch Miho and gently raise his arms.

Miho thought a minute. He wondered what his Sir looked like. All he saw were supernovas and deep black. “It’s a hard start…”

“Only as hard as you like it,” Rejan assured him. “Your top has never held a whip before. Let’s teach him how so you both look sexy at Scream.”

“All right, Sir,” Miho agreed. He felt hands, Sir’s most likely, fumbling at the buckles on the cuffs and putting his wrists in. Sir strapped them tightly, but not bad. Miho was standing, facing some kind of frame, and spread-eagle.

The first lick of leather on his back was hesitant. It was obvious that Sir had never held a whip. The second thudded hard without a nice snap or bite.

“Like this,” Rejan said. “Put some wrist into it. Just throwing it at him is inelegant. Make it snap. The noise is part of the experience. This should flow.”

The next blow felt better, as if Sir had let it start at his shoulder and carry right on out through his wrist. Miho gasped as his hands fisted in the cuffs. The fourth was the same good snap and thud. His whole back woke up and begged for more. 

~~~~~
Prize Time

The Blog hop has Prizes! (I'm part of the second prize bundle!)
Please note, no cash or other alternative will be offered, only gift cards and books as stated.
All winners chosen by Rafflecopter


1st  $100 Amazon or B&N gift card, plus Tales from the SFR Brigade, Heart of Stone, Her Cyborg Awakes, Anja's Star, Silver Strife, Corwint Series 4 Book Gift Pack, Earth's Requiem, Alien Blood, Starwoman's Sanctuary, one book from Jessica E Subject's SFR backlist (ONE ebook title out of the following: Alien Adoration, Alien Admirer, Alien Lover, An Unexpected Return, Another Night Another Planet, Celestial Seduction, Crash Landing, Hey Santa, His Alien Virgin, Made For Her, Never Gonna Let You Go, Never Gonna Desert You, Never Gonna Say Goodbye, Satin Sheets in Space, Sudden Breakaway, or Unknown Futures), LodeStar Series Books 1-3 (Stark Pleasure, Creed of Pleasure and Captive of Pleasure), Reunion trilogy, Terms & Conditions Apply, Wreck of the Nebula Dream, Starheart, Kuralon Rescue, A Matter of Trust, Earth's Blood, Roman's Gold, Wolf Born, The Marann, Nightfall, Unrequited, Butterman Time Travel Inc., Legend Beyond the Stars, Hathor's Legacy: Outcast, Removed, Midwinter Crisis, Shlyer: Finding Home, Boyfriend's Brother, Surviving the Trap. (38 books)

2nd $50 Amazon or B&N gift card, plus Tales from the SFR Brigade, Heart of Stone, Her Cyborg Awakes, Anja's Star, Silver Strife, Corwint Series 4 Book Gift Pack, Earth's Requiem, Alien Blood, Starwoman's Sanctuary, Tangled In Time, Terms & Conditions Apply, Escape from Zulaire, Lana's Comet, Heart's Bounty, Glad Hands, Nikolai, The Trial of Tompa Lee, The Tribulations of Tompa Lee, The Midas Rush, Prime Obsession, Daughters of Suralia, Morning Star. (25 books)

3rd  3 separate winners each receive a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card, plus Tales from the SFR Brigade, Heart of Stone, Her Cyborg Awakes, Anja's Star, Corwint Series 4 Book Gift Pack. (8 books each)

Prizes from me: 

And for anyone who leaves a comment here, please leave the title of a SF or Fantasy ebook from my backlist, and I will send along a .pdf format version (it's usually all I have of that). Because it's Litha and why should Yule get all the presents.

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Summer Lovin' Blog Hop



www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com 

Our Sultry Summer Offering

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We wanted to call this one Hot Delta Nights, but the titled got changed to Spellbound Desire.

Blurb:
On the Nightside of Memphis, werewolves teach college, zombies load trucks and private investigator D. J. is hard at work, finding missing persons, solving cases and drinking herself into an early grave. Then Bran walks into her office, asking for her help in destroying the demon Oeilett, and everything changes.

Something about the battered, scarred combat mage ignites all the lusty feelings D. J. thought she had successfully drowned in rum. The mana he exudes weaves a web of desire over her, clouding thought and making the sultry summer even steamier.

Bran’s body and face may be marked by his previous battles, but everything under the black leather kilt works perfectly, and D. J. learns there are more things in Memphis, the hellplanes and her own heart than she had ever imagined.

Plug: If you enjoy the excerpt, buy the book. If you want more of DJ's world, please check out Undeath and the Detective and Dominant Tendencies, both of which have short stories set in this universe.

Excerpt:

Then someone stood up by the fire. I looked and saw it was Ian, our medic. He nodded to the mage working the music and the Southern rock cut out. A drum and guitar started up. Ian cut loose in a mellow baritone.

“Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. Scots wham Bruce has often led. Welcome tae yer gory bed or tae victory!”

“His accent’s not half bad. Most of you Yanks can’t do Burns,” Bran whispered to me.

“What is it?”

“Unofficial national anthem, written by Bobbie Burns back in 1793.” He pulled out his pipe and lit it, and then wrapped an arm around me.

I didn’t like the song, about dying for freedom. I didn’t want to think about death, not tonight. Not on the last night I would have my first and only lover by my side. I snuggled in tighter to him. He bent down and kissed me. It only made me feel a little better.

Then he let go and stepped up for the last verse, his own baritone filling the yard.
“By oppression’s woes and pains
By your sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in ev’ry foe
Liberty’s in every blow
Let us do or dee!”

Do or dee. Do or die. And tomorrow would be exactly that. Bunch of bonkers Celts, loving life and death equally, and singing about freedom and death like they went hand in hand.

I had another drink from Bran’s bottle. It didn’t help. I wished for my own rum, but that wouldn’t help either. Inside twenty-four hours, the man I loved would be dead or gone.

The thought set me back on my heels. Love. I’d never loved anyone. Mom and I had barely put up with each other while she was alive. She hadn’t wanted to have me, and despised being tied down by a kid, and she made sure I knew it. I tolerated Jinx, but was constantly annoyed at him. I loved Bran. I wanted him with me. I wanted to wake up with him, hear him talk about his family or work. I wanted the lessons he could teach me. And I wanted to make him happy. That thought was as foreign as the love.

I was D.J. Admire. I didn’t make people happy. I satisfied their curiosity, for a price. I found stuff for them. I relieved their minds. I made people dead occasionally. But I had never made anyone happy.

I might only have twenty-four hours, but by damn I was going to make them add up to the best day of Bran’s life.

Someone had done some serious research because we made it well into the second hour of singing with only Scottish songs on the menu. Food had come out by then, a roasted pig from a pit and platters of side dishes. Bran skipped most of them, and so did I, still feeling my burger, but grabbed a triangle of shortbread.

They had gone all out to make him feel welcome and at home. As the guest of honor, I figured that was right.
He sang and ate and drank a lot of the scotch. Everyone wanted a minute with him, for a well-wish, a blessing or just a moment to reassure themselves about tomorrow. I suspected that anyone who survived would tell their friends and nieces and nephews about the battle, and about fighting with Bran McKay, most powerful combat mage of our generation. And the tale would keep getting bigger, until Bran was a nine-foot-tall giant with eyes that flashed sparks and lungs like a bagpipe.

Finally, as the fire died down and the songs grew sadder and slower, Bran gave me a squeeze.

“I’m thoroughly ceilidh’d, love. I have other things to do before we get a good sleep.” He kissed me and announced to the others, “Thank you all for this. Ma couldn’t have asked for a better send-off. I think all battles should do this before. But now, one last song and then my lovely lady is going to drive me home, so I can sleep before I face the beastie. Clear mind, sharp spells and all that rot.”

He conferred for a moment with the mage at the sound, and got a nod.

“This song was written by one of Bonnie Charlie’s soldiers, imprisoned in Carlisle Castle. He was to be executed, so he gave it to his cellmate, who was to be freed to walk the twelve kilometers back to the Scottish border and thence home. His friend will take the high road, the road ordinary people travel, but he will take the low one, the road the faeries open for those of us who die far from home, so that our souls may speed on the way.”

Oh, hell. He was already talking like he was going to die. If Bran went into this thinking he’d die, he would.
He nodded at the music, and looked straight at me. His burr thickened and I wondered if this was what he sounded like at home when he wasn’t trying to make a bunch of Yanks understand him.

“By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.”

I wasn’t going to cry, dammit. He could sing all the sad songs he liked, about walking the low road home, or about dying for freedom or whatever else he liked, but I wasn’t going to cry in front of a bunch of combat mages who thought I was a No-Talent weakling to start with.

I swallowed a lot on the walk to the car.


Prizes!

There is a free ebook for all of you lovely people. If you leave a comment with a title from my backlist, I'll be happy to send along a .pdf file.  (sorry, only format I have for most)  The following books are not available: GRITS, Zombiality, Dragons or the Dreams of Steam anthologies. I'm sorry, those were print only.

And there is the Rafflecopter grand prize:
Here’s the Grand Prize list:
1 $75 Amazon Gift Card
1 $25 Starbucks Gift Card (Donated by Sue)
1 $25 Amazon (or B&N) Gift Card (Donated by Denisea)
a Rafflecopter giveaway


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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Title contest!





Now that I have your attention.


The prequel to this story needs help!












The Help Retitle Angel's Newest Book contest is still going on. If you are new to the contest, the prize is a free ebook. If you are already a contributor to the Indiegogo campaign, the prize is the next reward level (if you're in for ebook, you get a paperback too) Prizes only if your title is selected.

I have a drunken, nonmagical PI on the trail of something that's killing children in Memphis. She has a rookie cop partner, with decent telekinesis and poor fireball control. Her help ranges from combat mages to Irish werewolves as she takes on an entire Wild Hunt.

The original title is _Dirty Toes_. Please make suggestions in the comments.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Help needed

Are you watching me type my fingers off and wishing you hadn't missed the Indiegogo?
Or did you contribute but wish you'd had more?
Here's your chance!

I need a new title for a story.
Right now, it's called Dirty Toes, and everyone says that sounds like a foot fetish anthology.

Here's the blurb:
DJ Admire works the Nightside of Memphis and this case is as dark as she's seen. Six children, murdered in their beds on the full moon, all the flesh missing from their thighs. Now, she and her police-assigned partner have to find the killer before the full moon on Halloween, and her own hunt is running afoul of the Wild Hunt of the Autumn Court of the Sidhe.


Here's the deal:
I am taking title suggestions.
All suggestions must be here by next Monday, June 23.
There will be a vote for the title on Tues June 24
All those who submit will be entered at the $1 level of a "Thank you" in the acknowlegements
The winning title will be raised one contribution level. If you aren't in the Indiegogo, this puts you at the ebook level. If you already contributed, it boosts you a step in the rewards.

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