Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Surviving a Chaos Dragon attack - or knowing when to take a reality break

The existence of Chaos Dragons would explain so much.

It's not even noon yet, and I have already exceeded both my chaos and crazy quotas for the day. The phone won't stop ringing. Requests are coming in from all sides for a variety of documents, clarifications, and answers to odd questions. My normally quiet office is abuzz with conversations, shouted communications and a near steady whir of the printer/fax machine. 

Days like this happen, they're part of the ups and downs of life, but lately... lately there seem to be more of them than there should be, and it's not just the small, day to day stuff. War, disease, cruelty, and chaos seem to be the order of the day across the world, on a scale that makes me seriously consider hiding in a blanket fort for at least a week. 

This is why I love to write. It's my escape, my way of letting go of reality and running amok in worlds where there is no such thing as ISIS or an election year. (Which Canada is now in, heaven help us all.) Lately though, I've been struggling to write. I can't seem to let go of reality for long, and took me a while to realize what the problem was. I was the victim of a stealthy Chaos Dragon attack, so busy being busy with everything I forgot to enjoy anything.


Too much reality is bad for the soul, and in my case, it makes my muse run screaming for that blanket fort I mentioned earlier. So tonight I am taking some time for myself. No housework, no writing, no must do's or have to's. I'm going to have dinner with a friend and then go home to read a book or maybe watch some of the many shows I have recorded but never seem to have time to watch. (Or both...oh the luxury!)

There will also be cookies, because I'm going to need them to tempt my muse out of hiding. I can write without her, but it's always easier when she's nearby, whispering in my ear.







Monday, March 9, 2015

A New release and an invitation to a Gala Event

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All-new Anthology of modern-day fairy tale romances, written by seven of your favorite authors! All proceeds of the Limited Edition Box Set will be going to the Make a Wish Foundation. On Sale for .99¢ only from March 9 - 30th.

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Join myself and authors Kali Argent, Laurie Roma, Lacey Thorn, Erika Reed, Jenika Snow, and Catalina Harper for a weekend of fun and elegance Oct 9th-11th at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in New Orleans!

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Uniform Fetish Anthology Blog Tour - Wilde Start




Wilde Start


Before the Wilde Brothers series could happen, there was another love story that had to unfold. This story of the Wilde brothers' parents, Brian and Meg, and it gets the series off to a Wilde Start. 




My name is Brian Wilde. Officer Wilde if I’m on duty. I’m a beat cop from the Chicago Police department, and I thought I had my life more or less in order until the night I met her. She’d been attacked and I found her curled up by an alley dumpster, soaking wet, scared, and looking so damned beautiful she stole my heart before she said a single word. For her, I would break the rules that governed my life, both personal and professional. From the moment Meg came into my life, I knew she was special, and I knew I’d do anything to keep her safe.



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I’m Meg Wilson, and I met Brian on one of the the worst days of my life. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, got abandoned at a party by my so-called friends, then some lunatic attacks me, steals my purse, and leaves me sitting on a mound of wet trash with a bruised face and a sprained ankle. Then Brian appeared, and for the first time in my life I understood why some women had a thing for guys in uniform. He was a hero out of a storybook. Kind, considerate, brave, and protective, all wrapped up in Chicago Police blues. The worst day of my life turned out to be one of the best, and it was all because of him. 










Excerpt:


Brian put her down and then helped her into his car, wracking his brain the whole time for ideas on where to take her. By the time he dropped into the driver’s seat, he’d only come up with one idea, and there was a decent chance it was going to get him slapped.

He went for it anyway.

“There’s one place I know where you’ll be safe, and while the d├ęcor isn’t exactly five star, it won’t cost you a cent.”

She gave him a sidelong glance, her fingers playing with the stained hem of her dress. “The only place I’ve felt safe tonight…is with you.”

Her words resonated deep inside him. “Then come home with me, Meg. I’ll sleep on the couch, and in the morning I’ll drive you home and stay with you until the locks are changed.”

She didn’t slap him, but she didn’t say anything for what felt like an eon. When she did speak, all she asked was, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He slid the keys into the ignition, but left the engine off. If they were going to do this, then he needed her to understand a few things. “Because you had a really lousy day, and I want to help. Not because I’m a cop. In fact I’m pretty sure there was an entire hour of ethics class dedicated to discussing why what I’m doing right now is a bad idea. I’m doing it anyway, because you need a friend, and you deserve better than the ones who let you walk home tonight. Besides, what kind of man would leave you with no place to go?”

She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and gave him a shy smile. “Plenty of people would do it without a second thought. But you’re not like that, are you?”

“No, I’m not. So does that mean you’re coming home with me?”

“Yes, please, but I’m not taking your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m pretty sure I’ll fit on it a lot better than you will.”

“We’ll talk about that once we get there.”

“You’re being pushy again.”

“I’m a Wilde. It’s a family trait. Once we know what we want, we don’t take no for an answer.”

“I’ll try to remember that.”

He winked at her and then coaxed Rosa’s engine to life. “It might save time later, when I ask you out for dinner.”

She gave him a wide-eyed look and then laughed, her hands coming up in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll save us some more time. When you get around to asking, the answer is yes.”










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Monday, February 23, 2015

When Murphy's Law attacks

Some days it's just safer to stay in bed. Some weekends, too.

Friday night I got together with some friends and wound up having a lovely time at the pub. There was beer and laughter and a walk home on a glorious spring night (...or possibly morning. By that point in the festivities, my recollection of events is somewhat fuzzy.)

Needless to say, when I woke up Saturday morning, I was not exactly at "bushy-tailed" levels of energy, and my eyes were only bright in the sense they were an alarming shade of bloodshot red. I had made plans to drive out to my parents that day, so hiding under my blankies until the day ended was not a viable option.

I actually got my shit together and got down to the car ahead of schedule. (I would realize later that was because I'd forgotten to bring the laundry, which was still sitting in the hall.) I turned over the engine, glanced down at the dashboard, and realized I had forgotten something rather important the night before. Gassing up the car before driving all over town. 

This is the universe's way of telling you it's going to be a long day.

No problem, right? All I had to do was get to a gas station before the warning light came on. I had a few liters left in the tank, and there were several gas stations in the area. I headed for the one I used most often...and that's when the fun really started. It was being refilled. The gas station was also on empty, and that meant no fueling up for me. Crap, says I, and do a fast bit of (slightly groggy) thinking. I could double back to the other stations behind me, or I could keep going and stop at one of the stations in the suburbs, before I hit the highway. I check, no warning light, hot damn, highway here I come. 

I got a few more kilometers along the way, watching the needle drop with trepidation, and that's when I see the road closed signage. I can't get to the gas stations, because they are several clicks down a road that is torn to hell and closed to all traffic. Panic is now my passenger. I have to detour back, and end up more or less back at my condo before I find a gas station. For the last three kilometers my knuckles are white and the little fuel warning light is a bright yellow flash on my dashboard, reminding me that I could be seconds away from having to get out and push. Did I mention I deliberately left my cell phone at home to "Unplug?" Oh yes, I did. So if I ran out of gas on the side of the road, I was phoneless. I blame the lack of sleep for that decision.

I did make it to the gas station by the skin of my teeth, and there was much rejoicing. The rest of the day went by with a minimum of chaos, and I thought that Murphy had moved on.

I was wrong.

Sunday I had plans. I was going to write. I was going to clean. I was going to make low carb cauliflower tots. I was going to be productive and stuff! 

The cat kept me awake all night. She howled. She pounced. She did feline flyby's over my head. I didn't crawl out of bed until nearly eleven Sunday morning, and I was so far from "productive" that I couldn't have spelled it correctly without having a cup of coffee first. 

I did get some things done, but it took coffee and Red Bull to make it happen. By late afternoon I was ready to try the cauliflower tots recipe, though, and I had dreams of tasty, crispy, low carb success.

Not even close to what I got, but hey, it was edible.


Did you know that assembling a food processor is not as easy as it sounds? Especially when you don't use it often. Did you also know that if you don't assemble the blades etc correctly, then the accursed thing will not work because it's unsafe? I didn't. If I had, I would not have placed all the ingredients into the bowl until AFTER I had ascertained that the bloody thing worked. Instead, I pushed the button, expecting magic, and got...nothing. 

Eventually I had to remove the caulflower, cheese, spices, raw eggs and other delights from the bowl, take the satanic device apart and rebuild it four times until I finally got it right and the damned thing worked. By this point, I had destroyed my recently cleaned kitchen and was wearing enough raw egg and Parmesan cheese I could be considered an appetizer. I even had garlic in my hair. I don't know how, but I did. At least I was vampire-proof for a bit. 
In the end, I did manage to make the fritter-tot things. They were tasty, and I will be making it again...but this time I'll test the damned food processor first. That, and I'll sacrifice a cupcake to appease Murphy, the modern-day household god of chaos.


Friday, February 20, 2015

Uniform Fetish Anthology - Now up for pre-order!



The Evernight Publishing Uniform Fetish Anthology is now available for pre-order, and it looks smoking hot! If you love a man in uniform, then this is the anthology for you. 

If you are a fan of my Wilde Brother's series, then you'll recognize the characters in my contribution to this great collection of stories, their parents, Brian and Meg. Find out how the Wilde family legacy began. 




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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Giveaway - 3013: TARGETED




3013: TARGETED is a #1 Amazon Bestseller! 
To celebrate I'm doing a giveaway.





Alliance Commanders Brandt Carver and Hawke Summers have a new mission. Take command of Space Station: Alpha X2, get it running smoothly again, and find out how the last station commander wound up murdered in the middle of a Krytos sanctuary. The two Elites are experienced troubleshooters, specializing in fixing problems and putting out fires all over the galaxy, but this assignment is going to be the greatest challenge of their careers.

T’karra Ryvern runs the Black Hole bar, the Krytos sanctuary on X2. The bar is the only home she’s ever known and a safe haven for the Krytos who lost their planet to alien invaders more than a century ago. A proud warrior and pack leader, she offers protection to those who need it, but now someone has targeted T’karra and her family. With everything she loves in danger, she’ll do whatever it takes to end the threat. Even if it means working with two men she has no reason to trust.


The Commanders will do whatever it takes to protect T’karra, while convincing her that the three of them belong together. Will they uncover the truth in time to stop the attacks, or will they lose their chance at love when one of them becomes the enemy’s final target?




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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

New Release - 3013: TARGETED




3013: TARGETED

Alliance Commanders Brandt Carver and Hawke Summers have a new mission. Take command of Space Station: Alpha X2, get it running smoothly again, and find out how the last station commander wound up murdered in the middle of a Krytos sanctuary. The two Elites are experienced troubleshooters, specializing in fixing problems and putting out fires all over the galaxy, but this assignment is going to be the greatest challenge of their careers.

T’karra Ryvern runs the Black Hole bar, the Krytos sanctuary on X2. The bar is the only home she’s ever known and a safe haven for the Krytos who lost their planet to alien invaders more than a century ago. A proud warrior and pack leader, she offers protection to those who need it, but now someone has targeted T’karra and her family. With everything she loves in danger, she’ll do whatever it takes to end the threat. Even if it means working with two men she has no reason to trust.


The Commanders will do whatever it takes to protect T’karra, while convincing her that the three of them belong together. Will they uncover the truth in time to stop the attacks, or will they lose their chance at love when one of them becomes the enemy’s final target?


EXCERPT


They walked to the open doorway, and Carrs knocked twice, drawing the attention of one of the two men standing watching the surveillance footage. His hair was so blond it was almost white, and when he turned around to face her she found herself surprised at the sudden surge of sexual heat that coursed through her veins at the sight of the new commander. He was younger than she’d expected, and far better looking. He filled out his uniform in a way she could truly appreciate, and despite the fact he was only a few inches taller than she was, his physical presence made him seem much larger. He had a face that looked like it had been sculpted by a master artist, a study in symmetry and male beauty. In short, he was gorgeous, and for the second time in a matter of days, T’karra found herself powerfully attracted to a man she knew nearly nothing about.

It was disconcerting as hell.

“T’karra Ryvern is here, Sirs,” Carrs announced.

“Thank you, Officer…Carrs, isn’t it? You may report back to your station.”

“Yes, sir.” Carrs thumped his fist over his chest in salute before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving T’karra standing in the doorway. The blond commander smiled and gestured for her to come inside, his aqua-blue eyes gleaming with intelligence and…interest?

“Please come in and have a seat. We had intended on asking you to meet with us later today, but since you’re already here, now is as good a time as later. I’m Commander Brandt Carver, by the way.”

She stepped into the room and offered the handsome commander a cautious smile as he closed the door behind her, ensuring their privacy. “I am T’karra of the Ryvern pack. It is good to have you here at last. Things have been…uncertain of late.”

Carver smiled, a true smile that softened the sharp lines of his face. “That’s one way of putting it. I know you have questions. My partner and I don’t have all the answers yet, but we can tell you what we do know, and how we intend to proceed.”

“I’d appreciate an update, thank you. I heard a rumor you’ve actually been here several days already. I hope that means you’ve made some progress in figuring out how armed men got to my sanctuary without being detected by your men.”

Brandt cleared his throat to buy himself a few seconds to recover from his surprise. How the hell did she know that already? The information they’d been onboard the station for a few days had only come out to operations personnel a short time ago. His assessment of T’karra went up several notches. Some Krytos insulated themselves from the communities they coexisted with, but clearly this one didn’t, or she would never have heard about their early arrival already. With any luck, the beauty that just walked into his office would turn out to be a damned useful source of information for them…if she didn’t kill Hawke in the next few minutes.

He glanced over to where Hawke was standing, carefully keeping his back to T’karra and his face in shadow until she was seated. “We’ll share what we know, but I should tell you the purpose of coming here early wasn’t only about investigating what happened to your sanctuary. We needed to see this place operate without anyone knowing they were being watched.”

“You were gathering intel. I can understand that. I am not sure I approve of your methods, but I can understand your intent,” she said, taking a seat at last.

Brandt couldn’t help but admire the graceful way she moved, and as he watched he had to admit that Hawke had been right, she was something special. Poised, confident, and achingly beautiful, he finally understood why his partner had risked so much to spend time with her. Stars, right now, he was sorry he’d stayed away from the Black Hole and its owner, despite the fact it would have only make the coming storm ten times worse.

Hawke braced himself and turned around to face T’karra, letting her see his face for the first time. “I really hope you meant that, T’karra. I hated not being able to tell you who I was, but it was necessary.”

“You!” T’karra snarled, the outer rim of her pupils turning a dull, angry red. She rose from her chair and took a single step forward before stopping again, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

Yeah, this was going well.

“Computer, full privacy mode,” Brandt ordered, and all the walls went instantly opaque.

Hawke walked to within a few feet of T’karra and then offered her his hand. “Yes, it’s me. I know it’s a bit late, but I’d like to properly introduce myself. My name is Commander Hawke Summers, and I’m incredibly sorry I had to deceive you for the last few days.”

 She stared down at his hand like it was a venomous snake, then raised her gaze to meet his, revealing there was more red than black in her eyes now, a clear warning she was on the edge of a full transformation. “You lying, scheming, bastard! You’re Alliance? I thought—no, forget what I thought. I was wrong. You weren’t in my sanctuary for any reason other than to spy on us. Did you think we had something to do with your commander being killed? He was my friend!”

The word friend came out as a guttural growl, and Hawke actually saw her fangs lengthen. The primal part of his own nature rose to the challenge, and he moved directly into her space, never breaking eye contact. “I was not spying on you! You said it yourself, we were gathering intel. It’s what we do, T’karra. I’d seen enough to know you had nothing to do with the attack before you and I ever met. Stars, we were fairly certain you and your sanctuary weren’t to blame before we ever set foot on the station. No one would jeopardize their home or family like that, not intentionally, but we had to be sure. Once I overheard your conversation with Danny Fields, I was convinced. I planned to finish my drink and leave, but then you walked over…and I didn’t want to leave anymore.”

 “Liar,” she snarled, her clawed hands coming up to shove him squarely in the chest. It took all his concentration to keep his balance, and when he looked at her again, the transformation to battle form was complete. She was the same, yet different, a feral version of the beauty he’d gotten to know over the past two days.


She was even sexier like this. 


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