Archive for June, 2013
Friday, June 28th, 2013 | Book Pimpage, Contests, Five Question Friday | No Comments
I would like to welcome author N. Wood to Five Question Friday! Nat will be giving away an e-copy of My Bittersweet to one lucky winner who posts on the blog.
For Nicholas Walker, life barely seems worth living. With a too small apartment, a dead end job and a homophobic stepfather, what’s the point? He is at the end of his tether – until he meets Archer. When a misplaced joke pulls them together, will Archer be able to convince Nicholas that he does have something to live for, or is it really better to have loved and lost than to never love at all?
The beeping was getting louder. I understood it was some kind of an alarm, but I didn’t usually set one for work. Groaning, I opened my eyes to find a bright light all around me. I had to blink a couple of times before I realized it was sunlight coming through the window. Weeks had passed since I’d last seen sunlight and like that time this would probably only last an hour or two as well.
I shifted a little, wanting to roll onto my side and block out the din with a pillow over my head. As I moved I discovered a sensation in my briefs like I hadn’t felt for a few years. Oh God, no – seriously? A wet dream?
I slipped my hand under the covers to investigate, to see if I had indeed shot a load in my sleep, but before I could even reach my waist it came into contact with something soft, faintly hairy and warm.
I froze straight away as I recalled the night before. There had been no amazing mind-blowing sex with Archer. That obviously was just a dream. Instead it had been an amazing mind-blowing jerking off session across the room from Archer while he did the same. I remembered he’d led me back to his bed so I could rest. I’d been sleepy and my head had been hurting. He’d gone to leave and I had asked him to stay.
Oh God, he had stayed?
I moved my hand slowly, tracing along the weight that was over my waist. Sure enough I discovered a large hand at the end of an arm. Turning my head and squinting against the sunlight I found the owner of the arm lying next to me, his blue eyes open and watching me; he’d stayed perfectly still as I’d poked and prodded at his arm to work out what it was. When my eyes met his I noticed concern in the cobalt depths.
He lifted his head from the pillow but kept his gaze on mine. “Are you alright?”
I wasn’t sure what he was referring to; my health in general? How I felt after what we’d experienced last night? Or the fact I’d just woken up to find him in bed beside me after embarrassingly blowing a load in my briefs to a highly arousing dream of him fucking me? I just nodded my head quickly in answer and seemingly thinking I was uncomfortable he slid his arm away from me, rolling onto his back and sitting up.
He leaned over and switched off his annoying alarm clock then glanced back to me, but before he could speak I beat him to it. “I got to piss.”
My Bittersweet is available NOW!! Get your copy here.
N. Wood would love it if you stalked her on the web…
Friday, June 21st, 2013 | Book Pimpage, Five Question Friday | No Comments
I would like to welcome author Michele Richard to Five Question Friday.
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Friday, June 14th, 2013 | Book Pimpage, Five Question Friday, Writing | 1 Comment
I would like to welcome Shawna Romkey to Five Question Friday. Shawna will give away an e-copy of Speak of the Devil to one lucky poster.
- Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
I would say Lily. She’s a teenage girl who has experienced some tragic things that she isn’t capable of dealing with. She has inner strength but doesn’t know it yet, so her journey is coming to terms with who she is and what she can do. I think a lot of girls her age have more power than they realize and more strength, but they give it away to other people. I think it’s extremely important for girls to find their strength.
- What can your readers expect from you in the future?
I’m almost finished with the second book in the Speak of the Devil series. I plan for it to be a trilogy, so this next book is the bridge book. Bad things happen. The working title is The Devil Made Me Do It. The logline is: The demons strike back!
- What book are you currently reading and in what format (ebook/paperback/hardcover)?
I’m reading Death Lies Between Us by Jody A. Kessler. It’s published by Crescent Moon Press, my publisher and due out March 1. I was lucky enough to snag an advanced copy in eBook form.
- Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?
I do my writing in the morning as soon as the husband and kids leave the house. Well usually I start laundry or the dishwasher, then I get back in bed with my laptop and bang out a#1k1hr. I try to find other writers on twitter, but I’m usually the first #1k1hr person on that early in the morning. The house is quiet, I’m still in my pj’s, the phone isn’t ringing yet, so I’m comfortable and can fit in a thousand words pretty easily then tackle my day guilt free.
- If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?
Stephen King to talk writing with and he could tell us great stories to keep us entertained.
Nathan Fillion, because, well I have a geek girl crush on him.
Jason Sudekis because he went to KU like I did, so we could talk about that, and he’d be funny to keep our spirits up.
You can stalk Shawna on the web….
What happens when falling in love and falling from grace collide?
After dying in a car accident with her two best friends, Lily miraculously awakens to grief and guilt. She escapes to her dad’s to come to terms with the event and meets some people at her new school who seem all too eager to help her heal. Sliding deeper into sorrow and trying to fight her feelings for two of them, she finds out who…what they really are and that they are falling too.
Can she find the strength to move on from the past, reconcile her feelings for Luc, find a way to stop a divine war with fallen angels, and still pass the eleventh grade?
Rain fell, not uncommon for late spring in Missouri. “If you don’t like the weather here,” my grandfather would say, “wait five minutes.” Of course, I’d visited distant relatives in Maine once before, and they said the same thing.
Julie fumbled with the wipers while I pulled the sun visor down to check my face in its little rectangular mirror, even though I’’ only left my vanity like five minutes ago. The lights on either side lit up the interior of the car. I reached into my tiny party purse to find my lip gloss, which was easy to locate since I’d only packed the essentials in my bag: phone, some cash, and make-up. As I glanced at myself, I saw Mike in the reflection, smiling at me from the back seat. I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh, and put on the lip-gloss, fully aware of how flirty I acted.
The windshield wipers couldn’t keep up with the sudden downpour. The pitter-patter turned to thumping. Hail came down in gumball-sized pellets. “Damn.” Julie jerked the steering wheel to keep The Whale off the curb.
“Slow down, Jules.” Mike gripped Julie’s headrest. “We can pull over until it passes.”
“Yeah.” She squinted to see the road before her.
I pressed my lips together to smooth out the gloss. “Damn is right. I didn’t bring a jacket.”
The Whale swerved to the right crunching along the gravel on the side of the road. I braced myself in my seat. Julie leaned up to the steering wheel and peered over it as my grandmother sometimes did when she drove. I squinted because of the stupid light up visor mirror. I slammed it shut, but Julie panicked and over corrected, pulling The Whale to the left and careening over the yellow dotted line in the middle of the street.
“Julie!” Mike shouted.
Time slowed andticked out in heartbeats.
Julie cringed, her hands moving up to shield her face. Her head turned away from the highway.
Mike reached protectively from the back seat.
The headlights illuminated the rail of the overpass.
The car hit the rail on the opposite side of the road with a hard thud.
Crap. We’re going over the bridge.
The Whale’s nose pointed down toward the water.
A jolt forward and my forehead slammed into the dashboard.
The Whale flipped in the air. I’m upside down.
Did my mom say good-bye when I left?
Cold water rushed into the car.
Is this it?
I can’t breathe. Oh my God, I can’t breathe. I can’t see or breathe!
My heart quickened. It pounded. The Whale leaned on its side under the surface of the water which rushed in fast, and I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Calm, stay calm. Don’t panic. They say when you’re drowning not to panic because you use up your air faster.
Dammit, am I drowning?
I tried to get myself upright and jerked out of my seat belt. Luckily, it gave way. I fought the latch to open the door facing up, but the pressure of the water from Black Water River held it closed, trapping me inside.
Jesus. I know this river. It’s more of a creek. It can’t be more than fifteen feet across and ten feet deep.
I pushed at the door. Opening my mouth to scream, I swallowed water.
I couldn’t see or hear Julie or Mike. My watch ticked. Or was it my heart beating?
Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.
The dreams came. Like a good sleep you don’t want to wake up from. I felt heavy and floaty. I wore this long white gauzy gown and the wind blew my dress and my hair like in some feminine hygiene commercial. I could breathe slowly and deeply. Completely relaxed and at peace, but I was alone.
I floated along in a white space for a while. Drifting. Breathing. Relaxing. Had I gone to a spa? After an immeasurable amount of time, others appeared. They wore white clothing, too, and they floated like me, reaching out. They opened their arms as if to welcome me to them.
I stopped and frowned. I heard no sound, and I didn’t know who these white floaty people were or why they welcomed me. They smiled, genuinely happy, and held their arms out to me. I panicked.
Where’s my mom? My family? Wait, Mike and Julie were just with me, where are they? Are those wings?
I noticed the others floating with me had white feathery wings.
“Lily,: one of them called out.
Holy hell. I’m dead.
Friday, June 7th, 2013 | Book Pimpage, Five Question Friday, Writing | No Comments
I would like to welcome author Kimberly Williams to Five Question Friday. Kimberly will give away an e-copy of No Longer Ugly Inside to one lucky poster.
Five Question Friday
February 1 - Holly Trent
February 8 - Daniel Alexander
February - 15 - Lisa Bilbrey
February 22 - MB Feeny
March 1 - RE Hargrave
March 8 - Karen Rose Smith
March 15 - Ciaran Dwynvil
March 22 - Debra Hartman
March 29 - Clarice Wynter
April 5 - Jennah Scott
April 12 - Cornell Thomas
April 19 - Melissa Blue
April 26 - Massimo Marino
May 3 - Lyric james
May 10 - Tara Lain
May 17 - Kenneth Weene
May 24 - Anne Selby
May 31 - Marteeka Karland
June 7 - Kimberly Williams
June 14 - Shawna Romkey
June 21 - Michele Richard
June 28 - N. Wood
July 5 - Kadi Dillon
Sept. 13 - Alice Loweecey
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