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We’re Almost There! Our Story, More Prizes, and A Honey Moment…

April 17, 2015

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So what do we have so far for a lucky winner after we finish our story?

The mystery box.

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A signed copy of Reputable Surrender.

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A signed copy of Stare Her Down.

A Gunn note pad.

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A 25.00 Amazon Gift card (to be emailed separately to the winner with this image on it)

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And this is what we’re adding!!!!


A David Post It Note pad

A Requested Surrender Magnet

A “You had me at spank” dog-tag

And an Aries heavy duty magnet clip

All I need from you guys to get this little story rolling is an age range. How old should our H/h be? 18-25? 25-35? Or…? Let me know in comments and I’ll be posting the scenes over the next few weeks while Provoked is being polished for release. I can’t wait for you guys to meet Master Neil and his girl Charlie!!! I absolutely LOVE them!

Downloads123Just click on the picture if you want to seen the short book trailer.

Alrighty! As usual, at the end of our story I’ll be unveiling what’s in the mystery box. :) What’s a little different this time is, I will also be drawing five names from the comments that have/will be posted from the commenters who didn’t win the grand prize, and they’ll be given an advanced eBook copy of Provoked before it hit’s the shelf.

That’s all about our story and the additional prizes. Now onto Honey.


 Imagine this is what I looked like watching the movie…

Thought I’d share this Honey conversation with you. Here’s the setup. Last night we’re sitting side-by-side in the sectional recliners watching a move that HE chose <- yeah, big surprise there, and we’re about halfway through the flick when I can’t help myself.

“This blows.”

He doesn’t even turn to look at me, drawling, “I’m sure you think so.”

He has every right to say that because as his movie choosing goes, I say that exact thing about 90% of the time. Most times I shrug off his disinterest in my valid opinion, but not last night. :D Instead I said, “If they did X to Y and had the bad guy they’re going to redeem in the end— because let’s face it, he’s the hero’s brother— do Z, they could prove to the authorities that they’re really the good guys and the seeming good guys would be outed as the bad guys. Huh. Why do you suppose they didn’t do what I just suggested?”

Now he turns to look at me…albeit a little slower than normal to glare, but yep, he was staring right at me, and answered, “I imagine they don’t do all that because it would wreck everything and there wouldn’t be a movie worth watching.”

I blinked, and then figured I was in this pretty deeply so why not dig a little deeper, ya know? “Come on! Are you trying to tell me you had no idea that the villain is really the hero’s long lost brother?”

His eyelid twitched. That wasn’t a good sign. “I have an idea. How about we make a rule to ban authors from watching movies with their loved ones so their loved ones can enjoy the show without having the writer struggle to pick apart the plot holes.”

And there I sat. I was actually offended and I told him so. “I didn’t have to struggle.”

Ha! That made him laugh. *shakes head* Men!

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So, Apparently I’m Sleeping Like A Vampire Again…

April 10, 2015


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Yeah, it’s true. After I recovered and helped the gang get over the annoying ague, the cough came back around and smacked me down a second time. Oh well, this too shall pass. But having Honey comment on my tomb-like position in bed when I’m trying to do him a favor so he can get some shut-eye is getting kinda old. That’s all I’m saying. BUT this is not what I want to talk about at the moment. I have more important things to discuss. Epic things.

Honey and music.

We all know Honey, right? There he was watching the Masters yesterday. <- Yeah, don’t get excited. I’m referring to the game of golf, not dominant and interesting men. ;) Anyways, I’m in the kitchen putting together dinner and I hear a song I haven’t heard in a long time.

Have I mentioned that I suck at song titles? I was never good at Name That Tune, and then – just to elevate my song title suckiness – my daughter loaded my iPod with my favorite songs by labelling certain songs by the movie titles they headlined. Here’s an example of this kind of fail.

There I was telling my girlfriend that I really loved Almost Famous, and she asked, “The movie?”

I shook my head, “The song.”

“Who sings it?”

“No, not The Who, Yes does.”

“Yes Yes?”

“Yeah.” Then I sing the stanza “I’ve seen all good people…” and she falls on the floor laughing. After which she explained to her asshole friend *waves that’s me* that Almost Famous was a movie and that the Yes song was the title track to it. Perfect. So now you know how badly I suck at music titles and in a moment you shall learn why I have never had the inclination to bone-up in the “name that song title” Jeopardy category. Here’s the conversation.

I call to Honey. “Oh, I love that song. What’s the title?”

He says with no, and I mean absolutely no hesitation, “Baba O’Riley, it should be easy for you to remember.”

You see? Why do I have to be good at remembering titles when I live with a music title aficionado? So you gotta know I agreed with him even though I really hadn’t heard, made note, or even gave a flying rat’s wiz to remember the title. When I needed to know it I’d simply ask him again.

Fast forward an hour after dinner when I’m going to retire to my office and do some editing. Here’s the conversation.

“Hey, what was the name of that song again? I’m going to see if it’s on my iPod.”

He scowled in that “oh so condescending” way of his, and then asked, “How have you forgotten it so soon? You have to remember the last part. It’s Baba…?”

First off, him speaking to me as if I’m a child was really pissing me off, and secondly, him leaning forward as if he expected me to play along with his brilliant teacher to idiot student game. Yeah, I wasn’t happy about that. “Buba what?”

“You tell me.”

I wanted to tell him something, alright. “I don’t know.”


And suddenly my memory was stirred, and I exclaimed, “Baba ganoush!”

LMAO! I can honestly say the blank look on his face followed by his full-blown laughter was priceless. When he finally managed to pull himself together he shook his head. “Baba ganoush? What the hell is that?”

I lifted my chin up a notch and lied, “A song.” It knew full well it wasn’t a song. I also knew it was something edible, but I couldn’t remember what exactly so I fudged it, but he wasn’t buying it.

“No it’s not.”

I was ready to hide the sharp objects if he knew what it was. Thankfully he didn’t. After he studied me for a few seconds he said, “The Who song is Baba O’Riley.”

At that point, I was sure, are you effing kidding me was written all over my face. How could I have forgotten the Riley part, sheesh.

He waited until I was almost in the hall when he called, “Maybe your new vampire sleeping position is damaging your concentration.”

Aggravating? Don’t ask. I spun around and said, “Maybe you should try sleeping like a vampire so I can get some peace and quiet.” This was the equivalent of a “so there!” because, like me Honey only snores when he’s sick too. Which he wasn’t at the moment. At least not physically.

*shakes head*

Fast forward to bedtime. As usual I tuck the poochie in her little bed for the night while Honey washes up and stuff. Then he heads to bed and I wash up. It’s a ritual, only last night when I come out of the bathroom and go to turn off the light he asks in this really husky/sexy voice, “How’s my little vampire tonight?”

I was going to tell him I was bloody tired, but the words got stuck in my throat when I turned to him. No kidding. The guy was lying in our bed, flat on his back, arms crossed over his chest in a very vampire-esque way, staring at the ceiling. That’s not the best part. The frigging ass had taken our duvet and twisted it up in an impressive phallic shape structure right over his you-know-what area!

I deadpanned, “Why if it isn’t Count Dickula. Hello.”

He lifted his head and looked right at me. “It’s Prickula.” Then he winked, and with a great big smile, he said, “Richard is my brother.”

I cracked up. The guy is so bizarre that…well, he fits me to a ‘T’. Love it!

But now he’s got me thinking. I want a cute vampire name too. Maybe Baba Ganoushula?


P.S Baba ganoush is a starter or appetizer in Syria and Lebanon made out of eggplant, and why I would remember something like this – at that particular moment is scaring the hell out of me. It is a snow globe moment for sure.


Anyone else ever had one of those?

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We Need The Trigger Moment And More Loot!

March 27, 2015

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This image of my next hero and heroine will be on the lucky winner (of our giveaway) Amazon’s 25.00 gift card that will be emailed to them separate from the items listed below.

So far we have:

The mystery box.

A signed copy of Reputable Surrender.

A signed copy of Stare Her Down.

A Gunn note pad and a 25.00 Amazon Gift card

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So let’s carry on. Okay, this one is simple. I need the moment the sparks fly during our hero and heroine’s first meeting. Where are they, but more importantly what do they see in each other? You guys did great last time. Now let’s see what you think is important for a woman and a man to notice about one another when they’re circling in that age old dance. Does our hero notice her anger, her scent, or her chest first? What does she notice about him? What sets them off. Is she snippy or is he bossy? Can’t wait to see what you guys come up with.

As for me? I’m busy dealing with pantry problems. Why you might ask? Well, because I wasn’t able to do the grocery shopping for the last couple of weeks and the task was left up to Honey. Now, I love the guy, I really do, but when it comes to following a simple list? He becomes a very complicated fellow. One can of tuna becomes a case. Paper towels become a Paul Bunyun massacre of felled trees to supply us, but worse. Worse than these things is his penchant for buying the wrong shit. I spell out what I like. Name, brand and the color of the packaging and what does he bring me home? Well, Imma going to tell you. I asked for sea salt bagel crisps (by brand but I’m not going to mention that here) and what did I get? Garlic and herb pita bites! So let’s forget the tuna case that is going to be feeding our grandchildren in college. I won’t even mention the copious paper towels that are currently insulating our laundry room – let’s talk about the brittle garlic triangles from hell. I don’t like them. In fact, I make it a point not to eat anything garlic during the day because, you know, I may have to talk to someone, and what did Honey do? He not only bought one package of them, he bought six. Why? To save me the trouble of having to go to the store and buy more. Now I could have mentioned that I go to the store once a week anyway as our perishable items need to be stocked, but I didn’t. I just smiled and promptly came up with recipes “for him” that I could incorporate the triangles that I was sure he was going to eat.

LMAO! It’s only been two days and already he’s complaining. What can I say? The guy likes biscuits with chilie and bread with his lamb gravy. Gee, I bet he likes those things as much as I like my sea salt bagel crisps with chicken noodle soup at lunch. Methinks he’ll be following the list next time! *shakes head* Men!

Thanks for stopping by. Oh, and your comments will – as usual – be thrown into the hat for the giveaway when our story is done and we’re ready to draw. :)


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Okay, now we need a few suggestions and more loot added to the giveaway!

March 15, 2015

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**NEW** Included with the items already in the giveaway (you see below) are two signed books you see above!

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Gunn note pad and the mystery box!

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On with the story contest. I’ve compiled the suggested list of names from my previous post about the story and now I need you to suggest two things this time. One is the setting of the typical life of our characters and the other is the story “trigger”. Let’s talk setting first. As stories go, we’ll meet the H/h in their everyday lives to understand them. I’m picturing Kathleen Turner in Romancing The Stone. In the opening scene of that story we meet her as an introverted writer whose best friend is her cat. We get that she’s a homebody with no love life, but desperately loves the idea of love as she writes about it all day.

Our heroine has to have an everyday life too. Is she a professional who is driven? A single woman out of work? You might not think this important, but it is. What she lacks in her everyday life could become the trigger that starts her story. Follow me.

The trigger is usually something beyond the H/h control that gets squeezed in order for the story to start. Again, using Romancing The Stone as an example, the heroine receives a disturbing call from her sister who’s in Columbia. The sister sent the heroine something in the mail and now she needs the heroine to bring that item to Columbia so the bad guys won’t kill her. Pair that trigger with what we already learned from the heroine’s everyday life and we see the problem. How’s a homebody who has no friends and is introverted going to get to the other side of the world and save her sister? Simple. She’s going on a quest, but we don’t need to worry about that right now. That’s for next time.

So everyone understand what I need from you to begin to build the story structure?

  1. The heroine’s everyday life that gives a clear picture of what kind of person she is.
  2. The trigger. What happens to the H/h to start our story.


I’ll use the story I’m getting ready to release, Provoked, as an example.


The everyday life part:


Charlotte Wood is the executive secretary for the local museum. Her twin sister is a feisty submissive who works at a prominent BDSM establishment. When she and her twin need to raise money to help their parents handle a family crisis, she steps out of her comfort zone to earn the cash.


The trigger: Unfortunately, she steps on the wrong toes doing so, and the only way to get around landing in this potentially bad situation in-the-making is to switch lives with her twin for two short days. It was the perfect solution until she learns that her twin sister has her own potentially bad situation brewing with a renowned Dom that Charlotte, or Charlie as she’s called, walks right into. See the problem? How’s a museum secretary, who’s trying to do the right thing by her mom and dad, going to handle faking her way through a bad situation with a strict Dom that’s meant for her feisty, but submissive twin? Well…me thinks she’s going on a sexual quest, but we don’t need to discuss that right now. We’ll do it next time. :)


As always post your suggestions and I’ll make a list. Once we have the basic structure I’ll post a total of five scenes to make up our short story asking for more suggestions as we go along. It should be fun with lots of good loot added to the giveaway each time.


If you have any questions just post those as well.


Here’s a little teaser from Provoked.


Heheheh! Charlie has no idea what’s she in for. Neil is a pretty strict Dom who’s not going to cut her any slack because he thinks she’s a well-seasoned submissive. >.<

I hope to have this book all polished and ready to release by the end of the month. *fingers crossed!*

Thanks for stopping by!


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It’s Time For Some Fun! A Build A Story Contest!

March 2, 2015

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So we’ll start with this “mystery box” and one of my newly designed Gunn note pads. <- I lurve them! Each week (plus or minus a couple of days depending on my schedule and muse :) )  I’ll add another item to the giveaway and you’ll be tasked to drop in comments suggestions I can use to build our short story. It’s going to be a romance. A steamy one so get ready. Heheheh.

Week one (that’s right now) I need a hero and heroine name. Remember, this is a legit story not like the last one that was a parody on romance. We want smexy names that readers can connect with and pronounce. I mean Starfairyvalerina is a nice name for a heroine, but would you want to have to laboriously read: “Starfairyvalerina said” a thousand times? Or “Starfairyvalerina coughed” or “Starfairyvalerina tripped”, or whatever? That said, I’m not sure how well some shorter hero names would work either. I’m thinking in Starfairyvalerina’s point of view at the moment and it sounds something like this:

Holy hell, he was power personified as he tore the front of her shirt open and unhooked her bra. Cool air hit her in all the right places before his heat crushed up against her nakedness. If this was a mistake she was prepared to nail it. He needed to know that. “Oh God, Bob, you are the man.” <- Eek! >.<

I don’t know why, but that kind of name just pulls me right out of the scene.

So you get my drift? The names of characters do matter. This is important. Suggest wisely. After we pick our names we’ll move onto the next phase in the story making process and so on. Each week I’ll add another item(s) to the giveaway until we have a nice package for some lucky subscriber/commenter to win when our story comes to a close. As I did before, the last thing you’ll get to see is what’s in the mystery box. Yay! I think you guys are going to love it.

Oh, and before I end this topic and move onto my new Honey topic, I do want to tell you that Bella, Summer, Wynter, and Autumn are off the table for heroine names, and Travis, Brock, and Wade, are off the table for the hero. Other than that? Knock yourselves out. :)


Okay onto Honey. If you’ve been reading my last few posts you should know that I’ve been sick. Surprising, because I never get sick, but I figured I was due. Anyway Honey and I were supposed to go away over the weekend to an important family event, and as I didn’t want to be a Typhoid Mary I chose to stay home. Long story short? Honey was fine until yesterday on his way home. Yeah, about that. We kind of like to drive when we go together as we get to spend time hanging out and we can stop en route at weird places and poke around. Unfortunately, I took so long to decide about staying home that Honey had to do the long drive by himself (normally he would have flown) *le sigh*. Here are multiple snippets of conversations from yesterday when Honey pulled over at different times on the way home.

The first call came in at 6:30 in the morning. I wasn’t even awake when I answered my cell. “Hello?”

“I’m sick.”

“Who is this?”

“Very funny. I’ve got the plague.”

Yeah, what was I supposed to say to that? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m at the mini mart on I75. Should I get Airbourne or vitamin C?”

I was going to tell him at this point it didn’t matter, but I went with vitamin C.

Two hours later:

No hello or anything. Just a whine that sounded like one of our kids. “It didn’t work. I have chills.”

“Oh babe, I’m sorry.”

“I’m at another mini mart. Should I get aspirin?”

I knew it wasn’t going to help, but I said. “Absolutely.”

An hour later:

Again no greeting just a gravelly growl. “Why didn’t you tell me aspirin wasn’t going to do squat? I needed Jose to explain it to me?”

I wasn’t surprised that Honey had made a friend. He often did on our travels. “Who’s Jose?”

“My priest, confessor, and doctor all in one. He hooked me up.”

I wasn’t liking the sound of that. “With what?”

“Cough syrup.”

“What kind?”

“The good kind. At least my throat is feeling better.”

Three hours later and I’m beginning to get worried when he calls and sounds like he did when he was eighteen and trying to get into my pants. 0.o

“Hey babe, what’s shaking?”

“How much cough syrup have you had?”

“A few sips. What’s for dinner?”

Although I was relieved that he was showing signs of improving, wanting to eat, I was still wondering how much of the syrup he’d drunk and too, how much alcohol was in it. When I mentioned this to him he got all pissy and started down the list of things he could drink and not get drunk until it made sense. But still…

“Are you sure you’re okay? No more cough syrup until you’re home.”

“I’m fine. I have a little bit of scratchy throat and the lightheadedness passed about an hour ago. In fact…”

Yup, I knew he was better when he started to tell me that he’d even thought about taking a break from driving and stopping into one of the topless “we bare all” establishments. It took me a full minute and a half to realize he was attempting to have some kind of messed up phone sex with me. *Looks right at you* For starters, mentioning a seedy highway strip joint as the smexy place to be isn’t on my list of “go to” places to have hot and sweaty sex with my man. Of course, I let him talk and talk and talk about…well, a lot of things that I’d be doing with others if I did go there – ALL FEMALES if you know what I mean? Then when he sighed and finished with a smug, “What do you think about that?”

I said, “I think I’m too sick and you’re too hopped up on cough meds. Exactly where are you?”

“Why? You thinking of joining me?”

I had no words, people. If the guy was as sick as I was when I first came down with this pestilence I couldn’t for the life of me believe he’d be thinking about sex, but he was! We wound up talking about that oddity until he pulled into the driveway. I was so happy to see him, I didn’t even complain about the bottle of DayQuil he was swigging out of. The real kicker about that? Today he’s almost better. Wow, my first thought was that maybe Jose had missed his calling. My second? Where’s the cough meds. ;)

Riley, who’s anxiously awaiting the hero and heroine name suggestions to be posted by you guys. Don’t forget. Every time you post a comment your name gets added to the hat for more chances to win. Oh, and for those of you who prefer to email me through contacts you’ll be added to the hat each time as well. This is going to be fun! Can’t wait!



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