9/26/2015

Power of Coffee, Pumpkin Spice Leather, Motley Crue #writestuff #caffeinateme



Good morning everyone! So loving this gorgeous fall weather. It's crisp and sunny and soul inspiring, you know? 

To celebrate, I'm making a risky venture. I mixed up some pumpkin puree and some applesauce with some spice and threw it in the dehydrator. Pumpkin spice leather, anyone? I'll have to let you know tomorrow how it turns out because dehydration is a long term process.


Okay- Works for me. 
I've been busy this morning getting Telling the Truth all set up at Amazon, Smashwords, and All Romance for pre-order. The release date is scheduled for October 7th. You can check that out at SMASHWORDS and All Romance eBooks. Amazon, of course, is mulling it over. To be honest, they might just boot it off, because you know… TWINS! And they don't like that. Dinosaurs are okay, and um… tentacles and Sasquatch, but no kinky stuff… Right, Amazon.

Now that that is accomplished, Havan has returned At the Heart of Christmas to me, and it's once again my turn to pick up Sprocket and Chaz's story. *rubs palms together* It's date night… I'll let you think over what that's going to entail. *snicker*

Read on Wattpad 

So the day is slipping away rapidly, and I really need to get at least three thousand words done today. So I'm going to leave you this… Motley Crue (on a real 80's kick lately!)




9/24/2015

Pre-Roman Tomb, Deadlines, Culture Club #writestuff #caffeinateme

Good morning everyone! We've made it to Thursday, and the sun is still ashining away! That means I have a guest on the blog today courtesy of my connection with Will over at Pride Promotions. Click here to read a saucy Crawl in Bed Interview with JK Hogan, author of Unbreak Broken



Congratulations go out to my friend and fellow Pulp Friction author Laura Harner today on her new release, Coming Home Texas. This is book one in a new m/m series for Laura and it is awesome. Get your copy today and fall in love with Brandon and Joe. 

Why couldn't the mummy play outside?
He was all wrapped up in chores!

Yesterday I added a few thousand words to the Christmas story I'm writing with Havan fellows and today, I'll be focusing on Mum's the Word. Another chapter of that is due next Monday, but more importantly, I'm running out of time to get the story finished. Only about five posts to go. Of course, I'm in the same situation with the Pulp Friction story, Dead Money. That's due to the editor on the 1st. What would writers do without deadlines to inspire us?

I've got a good start on the sale over at All Romance for National Coffee Day. Will be adding a link and Pinterest board to the side bar today or tomorrow. For a preview of titles on sale, click here: #booksncoffee. More titles to be added later.

In other news, I am excited about this article,  about a pre-Roman tomb unearthed in Pompeii. I have long been interested in archaeology and the ancient world. Not just because of Indiana Jones and Harrison Ford and the glamour and adventure portrayed in the movies, either. Nope. I am fascinated by the way our cultures have grown and changed. For better or worse, our world is the way it is in part due to the actions and beliefs of these ancient people… Incredible, isn't it?

Speaking of things from the past… Rocking out this morning to this eighties hit: Boy George and Culture Club Karma Chameleon . *sigh* I had the BIGGEST crush on Boy George back then. He's still a very handsome man. 

Time to refill this coffee mug and get to work.
Y'all have a great Thursday! 

Like A Wolf 

To triumph, you must face your competition. 
That's what the fortune cookie said. 

EXCERPT 

 The man standing at a host’s podium was worthy of the reaction his voice had caused. He was tall, broad of shoulder and narrow of waist. His hair hung in a smooth curtain of darkness to the shoulders of his simple white dress shirt, nearly bursting at the seams trying to contain the muscles packed into that frame. 

“I…we…” His voice gave out, probably because all his brain cells were focused on striving to see through the gloom to make the blur of white that was the man’s face into an image to go along with the voice and the figure. 

“You have a reservation.” The voice purred smoothly along his skin…stroking it, leaving prickling hairs rising in its wake.

“You know who I am?” Startled, he moved closer and found himself under intense scrutiny from a pair of tawny gold eyes with a curious, elongated slant, almost Asian. “I…” Again, he was at a loss for words. 

“No.” A soft chuckle broke the silence before it could grow awkward, and Robert started. That chuckle went straight to his groin. “You’re standing at my podium, and…” He raised a big hand in a cavalier gesture. “The rest is logic. Name please?” 

“Red…ding.” Robert was grateful for the shadowy darkness that hid his face…and his blush, hopefully, from the man at the podium. “Um… Robert.”

The chuckle erupted into a full-throated, husky, ball-tightening laugh. “Ah, Red, I am the Wolf. Henry Wolf, to be precise. My friends call me Hank.”

  



Crawl in Bed With JK Hogan #authorinterview #malexmale #pridepromotions

Crawling Into Bed With J.K. Hogan
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Egyptian cotton. Believe it or not, silk is way too insulating and I’m terribly hot natured.

What are you wearing?
Inside out pajamas. Pregnancy makes my skin really sensitive to seams and such. I’m soooo glamorous.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Salt & vinegar chips, donuts, and the maximum amount of coffee I’m allowed. (Again, the glamor of pregnancy cravings and caffeine restriction)

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Um… A conglomeration of junk… and my Hi-Point 45 caliber pistol… Don’t usually keep it in there, but a poor old woman was robbed at gunpoint not too far away from us recently. Ain’t gonna happen in this house.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Assuming I can sleep, which is a big assumption, I’d have to say burrito.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Not if you want to be invited back.

What are we reading?
Unbreak Broken (Coming About, #3)
Rory Donovan’s life is a hot mess. His marriage is failing and he’s in intensive psychotherapy, working through the unfortunate side effects of memories from a childhood trauma. The only thing good in his life right now is his job—teaching photography to gifted high school students.
Harbor Patrol officer Bennett Foster is co-parenting his teenage daughter with his high school best friend Jessie. When he meets Addison’s teacher and realizes they’ve met before, he can’t get the sexy stranger out of his head.
Striking up a sexual-tension-filled friendship, together they must help an angsty teenager deal with a dying friend. Bennett must keep his little family from falling apart while Rory struggles to come to terms with his new reality. Somewhere along the way, most unexpectedly…love happens.

Short Excerpt:
Dr. Conlan treated me to a rare fond smile, almost motherly in its warmth. “I’m pleased to see you happier than you have been.”
I grinned back, but then my brow furrowed. “Does this make me gay?”
“Does that matter?”
“I don’t know. Should it?”
“I’ll never understand the fascination with labeling things that our society seems to have. To me, sexuality is as intangible as the universe. There’s no way to truly know what’s out there, and how it all relates to everything else.
“As humans, we seek to know, to understand, and somehow we feel that putting things in boxes and labeling helps us do that. But some things are fluid, changing and developing with the tide of the evolution of life. Do me a favor, Rory. Don’t put yourself in a box.”
I was dumbfounded, stunned speechless. I knew I’d remember Dr. Conlan’s words for the rest of my life, and I would try to stay as true to them as I could. “I won’t,” I whispered.

Buy Link
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9/23/2015

Silver Stars, Talk Dirty to Me, Cover Love #caffeinateme #writestuff




Good morning friends and readers. *sips coffee* I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to post yesterday; I was under the weather. Today, the weather is cheery and bright and the coffee steaming hot. Awesome.

 I want to thank everyone right off the bat for all the sales at All Romance of Like a Wolf. I woke up this morning to find that if was a best seller in both the short story and the drama categories. That little star may not look like much, but it means to world to most of us authors. So thank you.

I got a glimpse today of the clever, quirky fun cover art for A Man of Unusual Talent being designed
by Startled Monkeys Media. I cannot WAIT to show it to you, it's so awesome. That book is planned for release at the end of this month. It's a fun sort of contemporary sort of paranormal romance that requires a bit of suspension of disbelief, but what else would you expect of a super hero story?

I look at my schedule and realize that I am so far behind that catching up just might be impossible. According to my notes, I have three stories that I need to finish this month. That would be in the next seven days. No more sick days for me! Have to meet those word count deadlines.

Progress report: Mum's the Word chapter eight posted HERE yesterday. Things are starting to pick up there, but I just realized that I only have about 5 posts left to finish the story, and well… I'd better pick up the pace, huh? At the Heart of Christmas… well, Havan wrote the steamiest scene ever and I'm picking it up the next morning. Got to get that delightful glow in before it all falls apart, right?

I discovered a new show from my sick bed yesterday. I think it was pretty good though I'm assured that I snored through large portions of it. It was a series about some law students and a professor, and a murder. I'm not sure who committed the murder, or how it all ties up together. But it was very entertaining, and there's a very cute gay couple- well, hopefully they'll end up a couple- any way, if you've got an hour to spare, give How to Get Away with Murder a watch.

Meanwhile, I've got yesterday's word count added to today's, so I'd best get to work. I'll leave you with this… Poison's Talk Dirty to Me 



And this… because everyone needs a chuckle, right?






Like A Wolf 


To triumph, you must face your competition. 
That's what the fortune cookie said. 

EXCERPT 

 The man standing at a host’s podium was worthy of the reaction his voice had caused. He was tall, broad of shoulder and narrow of waist. His hair hung in a smooth curtain of darkness to the shoulders of his simple white dress shirt, nearly bursting at the seams trying to contain the muscles packed into that frame. 

“I…we…” His voice gave out, probably because all his brain cells were focused on striving to see through the gloom to make the blur of white that was the man’s face into an image to go along with the voice and the figure. 

“You have a reservation.” The voice purred smoothly along his skin…stroking it, leaving prickling hairs rising in its wake.

“You know who I am?” Startled, he moved closer and found himself under intense scrutiny from a pair of tawny gold eyes with a curious, elongated slant, almost Asian. “I…” Again, he was at a loss for words. 

“No.” A soft chuckle broke the silence before it could grow awkward, and Robert started. That chuckle went straight to his groin. “You’re standing at my podium, and…” He raised a big hand in a cavalier gesture. “The rest is logic. Name please?” 

“Red…ding.” Robert was grateful for the shadowy darkness that hid his face…and his blush, hopefully, from the man at the podium. “Um… Robert.”

The chuckle erupted into a full-throated, husky, ball-tightening laugh. “Ah, Red, I am the Wolf. Henry Wolf, to be precise. My friends call me Hank.”




Like a Wolf Earns a Silver Star #thankyou #bestseller #mustread

Thank you to all the readers out there who've purchased Like a Wolf at All Romance eBooks in the last few days! 

You all ROCK! 

I'm thrilled to report that it has earned a silver star in two categories, short story and drama. 


Like A Wolf 

To triumph, you must face your competition. 
That's what the fortune cookie said. 

EXCERPT 

 The man standing at a host’s podium was worthy of the reaction his voice had caused. He was tall, broad of shoulder and narrow of waist. His hair hung in a smooth curtain of darkness to the shoulders of his simple white dress shirt, nearly bursting at the seams trying to contain the muscles packed into that frame. 

“I…we…” His voice gave out, probably because all his brain cells were focused on striving to see through the gloom to make the blur of white that was the man’s face into an image to go along with the voice and the figure. 

“You have a reservation.” The voice purred smoothly along his skin…stroking it, leaving prickling hairs rising in its wake.

“You know who I am?” Startled, he moved closer and found himself under intense scrutiny from a pair of tawny gold eyes with a curious, elongated slant, almost Asian. “I…” Again, he was at a loss for words. 

“No.” A soft chuckle broke the silence before it could grow awkward, and Robert started. That chuckle went straight to his groin. “You’re standing at my podium, and…” He raised a big hand in a cavalier gesture. “The rest is logic. Name please?” 

“Red…ding.” Robert was grateful for the shadowy darkness that hid his face…and his blush, hopefully, from the man at the podium. “Um… Robert.”

The chuckle erupted into a full-throated, husky, ball-tightening laugh. “Ah, Red, I am the Wolf. Henry Wolf, to be precise. My friends call me Hank.”








9/21/2015

Story Orgy Presents: Creature Feature: Mum's the Word #storyorgy #mummies #creaturefeature #malexmale


Good morning friends and readers!
Welcome back to Monday with Story Orgy. Ready to see what happens next?




Mum's the Word
Chapter Eight
Sept 21: "I would like to make an exchange, please."

“Perfect?” Izzy looked adorable staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.
“Yeah. For the first time we know exactly where the professor is not going to be. We can come back here tonight and continue the search for the collection.” Excitement bubbled up inside him, and Owen had a hard time not bouncing up and down like a kid on a trampoline.
“Uh… isn’t that what we’re going to do now?” Izzy shrugged. His confused frown melted into a heart-breaking smile as he seemed to catch Owen’s excitement.
“Yesh… but… Come on. Don’t you want to?”
“Sneak in after the professor thinks we’re gone? Sure… we can play Night at the Museum if you want, but how are we going to get back in after he locks the doors?” Izzy pointed out logically.
“I got this covered.” Owen headed down the hall to B wing. “I just need to get some tape when we go upstairs for lunch.” Izzy pattered after him, and Owen remembered that they were supposed to stick together.
“Tape?” Breathing heavily from his quick sprint to catch up, Izzy side bumped Owen as he turned the corner into B corridor.
“Yeah. I just need a little duct tape and we can get in here easy. I saw it on a television show when I was a kid. Used to do it at home. I lost my key and my mom swore she’d bust me if I lost it again, because the landlord made her pay a three hundred dollar deposit to replace the locks. So, of course--”
“You lost it again? After that? Man--”
“Yeah. And I couldn’t tell my mom because I knew she didn’t have the money to pay for another lock change. We ate nothing but eggs and ramen for a month to pay for that first lock change, and so… I MacGyvered it.”
“MacGyvered it? With tape?”
“Yeah. It worked too, until my mom found my key in the laundry, and I got busted anyway, but that’s not gonna happen here.”
“No? Okay.” They stood in corridor B, counting the doors. At the far end of the hall was a lumpy, shadowed collection of boxes and a tall metal filing cabinet. “Start at the end and work our way forward?” Izzy suggested, leaning into Owen a little.
Owen accepted that weight, welcomed it. “You think there might be something of interest in those big boxes? Surely if there were valuable Egyptian artifacts they’d be locked in a storage room securely somewhere?” He glanced at the junk at the end of the hall again. That box might be tall enough to hold something interesting…
“Well,” he acceded, “at least it will be a quick check.” Not like all those tiny shoe boxes and file folders in the previous rooms.
“Right.”
They’d just reached the end of the hall and those big boxes when Izzy grabbed his hand again.
“Sh.”
Owen paused, one hand on the flap of a box. “What is it?” He asked, looking at Izzy curiously.
“Did you hear that?” Izzy ducked close to him, glanced back over his shoulder. “I thought… It was a scratchy sound.”
Listening carefully, Owen shook his head. “No. I don’t hear anything. Maybe it was the professor moving something upstairs?” He turned back to the box, unable to suppress the excitement. This box… it might contain treasure… It was surely too big to contain more letters or financial documents. “Do you think a mummy would fit in this box?” He measured its height with a critical gaze. Mummies were short… right?
“Doubtful,” Izzy commented, pulling open one of the doors to the metal cupboard. “Wasn’t even locked. Probably a sure sign that there’s nothing good in here.” His voice grew muffled.
Curious, Owen glanced over at his friend. Izzy had brushed his hair back behind one ear, and bent forward into the depths of the cabinet. “Anything?”
“Uh…” Straightening so swiftly that he banged his elbow on the b=metal door, Izzy retreated from the cabinet into the shadows. “I’d like to make an exchange.”
“Huh?” Owen glanced back and forth between Izzy and the cupboard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… Here. You take this. I’ll get the box.” Izzy’s pale face looked even paler in the dim hall light, and Owen grew concerned.
“Izzy…”
“Here…” Izzy pushed him toward the steel cabinet and reached for the flap of the box. “Go on.”
Having been pushed toward the cabinet, Owen stared at his friend, bewildered. “Izzy…”
A shower of dust flew into the air as Izzy jerked the box flaps apart. The tape ripped off with a dry, scratchy noise that sent a shiver down Owen’s spine. “Just… Check out the cabinet, please Owen.”
Shrugging, Owen turned back to the open cabinet. It was dark inside… and just as dusty as the boxes around it. Being closed hadn’t protected the contents from time. He wasn't sure what he expected to see after Izzy’s weird reaction, but it didn’t look like anything was out of order to him. Sighing, he reached for the first thing his fingers touched and pulled out a heavy block shaped object.
“Ugh.” Izzy had made short work of the big box, and sat with its contents around him on the floor.
“What is it?” Owen asked without giving his friend more than a cursory glance before turning his own mystery item over in his hands. It was… definitely strange. A block of some sort of heavy plastic, maybe glass… and inside it a … “Izzy, what does this look like to you?”
“It looked like a big fuckin’ spider, why do you think I switched places with you?”
Startled, Owen glanced back at the cabinet. Sure enough, on the bottom shelf amid a dusty tangle of web, was a big spider, black and multi-legged, but nothing to get hysterical over. “That? That’s just a garden variety daddy long legs. Eats other insects and minds its own business.”
“This isn’t a garden, and fuck that. It’s big and creepy and … What the hell is that?”
“A daddy long legs, doofus. I just told you.”
“No… that.” Izzy pointed at the thing in Owen’s hands.
“Oh… yeah I was wondering myself.” He held the thing out into the light, revealing a bit more detail.
“Is that… a man’s hand?” Izzy sounded appalled.
Owen studied the thing. “Yeah. It looks like one, but it can’t be real. Maybe it's from a movie set or something. Remember that book we read freshman year? The Monkey’s Paw? Artifacts like this were pretty common a hundred years ago.”
Izzy swallowed hard, his eyes widened. “Uh… Owen?” His voice had dropped to a whisper.
Owen tipped the object over. The skin was leathery, the bones cracked ivory. It might be a real human hand, or the best replication that could be made. “Huh?”
“Owen!” Izzy hissed.
“It would be awesome if there were provenance papers in here that could tell us more about this. Think about what a fabulous exhibit a human hand would make… Visitors would love the creep factor.”
“Owen!”
“What?” He focussed his attention on Izzy, and the things lying on the floor. “Did you find something great in that box?” Owen knelt, holding the plastic encased hand in one hand and bracing himself against the floor with the other. “It just looks like clothes to me, Izzy.” A filmy white heap of something that could be a wedding dress, some pointy toed shoes that looked fairly lethal, and a suit of black woolly fabric that looked like it had seen better days.
“Behind you.” Izzy shook, eyes wide pools of shock.
Heart hammering in instant terrified response to that expression, Owen spun around so fast he threw himself off balance and ended up falling awkwardly on his elbow. The block in his hand hit the floor and shattered.

A thin sliver of light, running floor to ceiling, brightened a crack in what had seemed to be a solid wall. Then vanished, as though a door had been closed securely.


If you enjoyed my post, click on over to the rest of the Orgiasts and read more! 

Graze, White Rabbit, All Romance #writestuff #caffeinateme

Good morning everyone! *sips coffee* I overslept- missed the sunrise and the first cup of coffee…had to make a whole new pot as a matter of fact. I’m testing out a new service this coming week called Graze. They send you a selection of healthy snacks for a small fee each week. It's a subscription service, like … well, like nothing I can think of. I admit, sometimes, I am too lazy to fix my own snack. So I...uh… eat stuff I know I shouldn't. Like half a jar of olives… or a peanut butter sandwich. I'm not sure how this is going to go, because I do actually prefer to make my own food as a general rule. 

Maybe a few boxes of new to me snacks will stir up some creativity in preparing my own ahead of time. I'm already curious about how I can make "tiny bite size cookies" There snack blends contain a variety of tiny bite size cookies, which I think I'd really like to replicate… We shall see. First up in the test kitchen- tiny bite size brownie bites. Throw some of those in a bag with walnuts, etc and I can totally claim I made my own trail mix, right?

Hm. What would be my ideal writer's blend? Nuts… lots of nuts… those brownie bites… a salty pretzel or two, dried cranberry? Have to think about it. What about you? What are your favorite bits of the trail mix? What would you put in your personal blend?

What is the most important day in Egypt?
Mummy's Day!


I'm late! I'm late! For finishing up the post for Story Orgy today, Mum's the Word part eight. When last we checked in our heroes were in a dark creepy basement… Today we'll see if they've discovered anything new. After that, I've got a lot of words to add to At the Heart of Christmas and the next chapter of Dead Money to get written. I am so behind… And edits for Telling the Truth are due any time now

Plans are also underway for the September 29th National Coffee Day sale. I'm going to spend some time today setting discounts and tagging titles with the hashtag #booksncoffee. My book page over there is looking good. And just to prove my point that All Romance is more author and sale friendly, I've been invited to participate in their October Monster Giveaway. I've so far donated copies of three books for the giveaway, but I'm planning to add some more. So if you shop ARe in October, you could win one of my books!

Did you know I have my own FaceBook group that I share with my bestie Havan Fellows? You can come on over and Crawl in Bed with us anytime just by joining! 

Thanks for stopping by and letting me ramble. Now I've got the whole extent of what lies ahead of me today, I'd best get to work. I'll leave you with this… Billy Idol Rebel Yell 

 
Like A Wolf – 
A Contemporary M/M Romance

To triumph, you must face your competition.
That was what the fortune cookie said.



9/20/2015

Fortune Cookie Says, Books and Coffee, Work #caffeinateme #writestuff

Good morning everyone! *sips coffee* What's everyone up to today? I've just been working on publishing Like a Wolf at Smashwords- which will distribute to iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and so forth- and All Romance eBooks. Previously it was and still is at Amazon. I had it in the Kindle Unlimited program for a while to see how that worked, and the answer was… so-so. So, the great news of the day is that you can now purchase Like a Wolf at other vendors. This books sports a sexy cover by Laura Harner and was edited by the astute Jae Ashley. It's inspired by the nursery story Little Red Riding Hood. Sort of… If you're interested, scroll on down to the bottom of the page for the blurb and buy links.

In other news, I have discovered that September 29th is National Coffee Day. I know, me too. I was like, but isn't every day coffee day? Anyway, I couldn't let Coffee Day (which is kind of the national holiday of writers, right?) pass without doing something to celebrate. So, since All Romance eBooks is by far the easiest online retailer to work with sales wise, what with Smashwords requiring coupons and Amazon being… well, Amazon, I'm have a huge sale over at All Romance on the 29th. Don't worry I'll remind you. I'm planning to use the book tag #booksncoffee, so you'll be able to click over there and use their search function to find books with that tag.

My lovely editor says she'll have the next round of Telling the Truth edits to me early this week, so that's on the project list. I'm going man shopping here in a few minutes so Laura has pics to use for the cover. Then Havan tells me I'm up for the next round of At the Heart of Christmas (still just a working title). And today is THE day. Mum's the Word Part eight must be done today for posting here tomorrow. That's a lot of words to be written today!

I'd best throw on some motivation and get to work! Foreigner Blue Morning, Blue Day 
Y'all enjoy your Sunday fun day!





Like A Wolf – A Contemporary M/M Romance

To triumph, you must face your competition.

That was what the fortune cookie said.
Young, fresh, and wise beyond his years, Robert Redding finds culinary success and contentment with The Lunch Basket, his upscale diner that dishes up good old-fashioned country food. Serving the food he loves to his customers has always made him happy. He sees no need to step outside his comfort zone. He doesn’t want to be famous; he just wants to feed people.

Every good meal should be served with an edge of danger…

At least, that’s Hank Wolf’s philosophy of food. Step through the doors of Hungry and you’re putting yourself in his hands. In the kitchen, Hank is in control of everything, and the result is a mouthwatering dining experience that the whole town loves. Letting go of the tight control he has on every aspect of his life just isn’t in the recipe.

Curiosity leads Robbie to Hank’s so he can see for himself what all the fuss is about. and the attraction between the two chefs comes to a quick boil. But give these two restaurateurs the same ingredients and watch haute cuisine and home-style come head-to-head.   



Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955