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Friday Snippet: Mama Connagher

I’m going to finish Vicki if she kills me! 

I’m finally, almost, at LAST!!  Ready to break 40K.  I’ve been stuck in the 30Ks for months.  Ugh.  But this morning Dark & Early, I finally hit the emotional candy bar scene that I’d been dreading and looking forward to.  Mama and Vicki on the same page.  Here’s just a tiny snippet, first draft only.

“Vicki.”  Mama smiled and held out her arms.  Her face felt frozen and brittle, but Vicki hugged her and gave her a dutiful peck on the cheek.  “How’s my girl?”

“Fine, Mama.”  She knew Mama wanted an introduction or at least an excuse about what was going on, but Vicki refused to give an inch.  Make her ask.  That keeps the advantage with me.

It worked at least a little, because Mama’s jaws tightened and her eyes narrowed.  She turned to Elias and held out her hand.  “Lt. Reyes.”

“Ma’am.”

“I thought you were out of the picture.”

Elias’s neck turned red, which was almost enough to make Vicki laugh out loud and relax.  Almost, but not quite, because she was more worried about the other man standing on her right. 

“I’m Jesse Inglemarre, ma’am.”

Mama took his hand, squeezing hard, evidently, because Vicki noted the way his face tensed a moment before melting away.  His shoulders relaxed, easing into the fierce grip like he did when she touched him, and she was suddenly so pissed, so mindless with jealousy and fury, that she couldn’t breathe.  Couldn’t move.  She wanted to strike out with violence, even against her mother.

“Ah,” Mama breathed out and released him.  “So the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.  When you picked Reyes, I honestly started to wonder.  I thought maybe I’d been wrong.”

“You’re never wrong, Mama.”  Vicki didn’t even try to keep the bitterness out of her voice.  At least that was better than violence.  “I learned that a long time ago.  Just another way I’ve let you down, right?”

“Is that what you think?”

Unperturbed by Mama’s unusually quiet voice, Vicki wrapped her arm around Jesse’s waist and pulled him against her.  With Elias on her other side, she felt shielded from the fiery darts Mama would lob at her.  “I know it.  First I quit my job at the firm after years of grad school and grueling overtime to make partner on a lark—to start my own clothing line.  Now I’m dating two men at the same time.  You’ve despaired of me ever getting married and settling down.”

“Quitting that law firm was the best thing you’ve ever done.”

Braced for an I-told-you-so tirade, it took Vicki several moments to realize that was actually a compliment.  Stunned, she could only stare at Mama, searching those dark eyes so like her own for the truth.  What she saw horrified her.

A tear streaked down her mother’s face.  “So that could only be your self-doubt, honey, if you think I’m disappointed in you.  Same with Reyes.  I knew you two were fire and oil, too explosive together.  You’d kill each other before you’d ever work out enough of a truce for marriage, but that’s exactly what you wanted.  In a way, you were punishing me by picking an upstanding man I had to like but you never intended marriage.  Don’t look at me like that, Beulah Virginia.”

Gaping, Vicki flinched at both the use of her real name and the sharper tone of voice, even while Mama dashed her tears away impatiently.

“Don’t stand there so innocently shocked.  I didn’t raise a wallflower or a doormat.  If you’d really wanted Reyes, then you would have demanded he marry you or get the hell out.  Forget this polite ‘dating’ and sometimes sleeping together crap.  Either you love him or you don’t.  Make up your damned mind and quit punishing me.”

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Possible Victor prizes

Taking the idea of personalized charm for necklaces or bracelets, I wandered over to Etsy and found these wax seal silver stamps on a charm bracelet.   Is that something any of you would like to win from Victor?  Edited to add:  I also like this pendant.

I’m also thinking about ordering ink pens instead of bookmarks this time.  According to some survey I read a while ago, readers go to conferences and get tons of bookmarks, and they really prefer ink pens, mirrors, etc.   Useable things.  If any of you have ordered promo pens and can recommend a good company, please pass along your recs.

Otherwise, 10/5 is not far away.  *gnaws fingers to nubs*

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Planning Promo

With Victor unleashed on unsuspecting readers next month, I’ve been thinking about promotion efforts.  To be honest, I’m a bit burned out on blog tours — I can’t even keep MY blog up to date and interesting right now.  I love giving away stuff, so if anyone’s got brilliant ideas you’d like to see, let me know.  I do plan to give several copies of HURT ME SO GOOD away, but what else do you want to see? 

Exclusive smokin’ hot excerpts?  I can do that. 

A few behind the scene sort of posts?  I can do that too.  I just don’t want to get into wide spread “today I’m here and tomorrow I’m over there, and next week I’m here and there and everywhere.”

Gift certificates haven’t really seemed that exciting as giveaways.  I’d love to giveaway an e-reader but I don’t know if I can swing it, especially since I don’t have a dedicated reader other than my iPhone.  Which I really probably need to stop reading on — I keep getting eye strain headaches.  Probably thanks to Stacia Kane because I read the Downside Ghosts trilogy in a matter of days all on my phone.

If you have any brilliant exciting things you’d like a chance to win, let me know.  Otherwise, I’ll keep brainstorming.

I still owe an interview to Kait on The Bloodgate Guardian.  See how behind I am?  Sigh.

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Victor ARCs Available!

Any reviewers interested in an early copy of HURT ME SO GOOD, please drop me a note or comment here and I’ll get you a pdf (my apologies, that’s the only format I have).  Amazon, B&N, GoodReads reviews and ratings count as “reviews” and are greatly appreciated.   Thank you in advance!!

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On the Shelf

Ever since The Rose of Shanhasson and Dear Sir, I’m Yours have been released in print, I always check the shelf at any bookstore, just to see if I could find my books.  Since they’re both from small presses, I hadn’t had any luck all these months. 

Oh, I could have called and ordered a copy — but that wasn’t the same.  I wanted to just find one on the shelf like any other author’s book.

Tonight we were killing time before picking up Middle Monster from a birthday party, and That Man dropped me off at our Barnes & Noble.  I didn’t have a particular book in mind — I just wanted to look and soak in the atmosphere.  On a whim, I checked the Bs in Romance, and there, beside Monica Burns, I found one precious copy of Dear Sir on the shelf.

I pulled out my iPhone and started taking pictures of it.  I’m sure people thought I was insane.  Then I went and found the Info Desk to ask if I could sign it.  She said absolutely, so I went back and got it, signed it, and she put an autographed sticker on it.

I don’t think my feet touched the ground on the way out.

I might have cried.  Just a little.

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Obsessions…And a Sneak Peek

My new favorite shows are Hoarders, Animal Hoarding, and Obsessed on A&E.  I find it so interesting — watching them is almost a compulsion for me.  I really want to write an OCD character some day, so I’m soaking in all these ideas.

Speaking of compulsions and ideas, I caught the middle of Curse of the Golden Flower a couple of weeks ago, and I ended up staying up way past my bedtime to watch it.  I loved it so much that I taped the next showing, and I’ve watched it at least four times.  It’s one of those movies that gives me chills when I watch it, like Phantom of the Opera and Gone with the Wind.  I absolutely adore Yun-Fat Chow as the Emperor.  It’s a rather twisted movie, but I still can’t. stop. watching. 

And yes, as always with the really good, powerful movies, I’ve been inspired with a new idea.  Today I finished up a short story that I plan to submit later this month.  In the meantime, here’s a little snippet of Curse of the Golden Eyes, an erotic BDSM twist on Tang Dynasty China.

Warning:  sexual content, BDSM, language

He struck me again and the flexible tip managed to wrap around my back and cut into the underside of my breast.  My breath hissed out.  That mark might have broken the skin.

“You disappoint me, Jin.”

Tears filled my eyes and I arched my back to offer more of my body for his blows.  “Please correct this consort, Your Majesty!”

“I desire your screams.”  He whispered but the violent intent darkened his voice like a naked steel blade.  “I desire you to plead for me to stop.  But I shall not stop, not even when you beg and weep.  I’m going to beat you bloody, until your throat is raw from screaming.  And then, lovely one, I’m going to f*ck you until you must be carried back to your rooms.”

His next blow crashed against my buttocks and I let the howl of pain escape my mouth.  I did not care how many servants and eunuchs crowded outside his chambers, listening and giggling with speculation.  I did not care that rumors would spread like wildfire through the palace.  I did not even care that I would be ostracized even more than the unwanted wife of the Crown Prince, for no one would dare insult me to my face for fear I would tell the Emperor every secret intrigue and malicious slight while beneath his lash. 

Red-hot pokers jabbed into my skin without mercy, and again, I did not care.  I welcomed the pain.  A beating always hurt, but every blow gave me another surge of lust, and yes, power.  My power.  I now shared this secret with the Son of Heaven.  I had given him something none of his other women had ever offered.  He might rule this land with an iron fist, but with each blow, he gave me the power to bring him to his knees.

Alrightie, back to Vicki and Phantom!  I’ve knocked off about 7K of my 30K goal this month.  Not as much as I’d like to have by now, but I’ll take it.

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Friday Snippet: Lie to You (Part 3)

The conclusion of the free read Lie to You, Victor’s prequel.  (Part 1, Part 2).  Pdf and epub will be available on the Free Reads page shortly.

“I’ve watched several of VCONN’s shows,” she said in a husky purr that tightened things low in his gut.  “But I have to admit that my favorite is Erotic Tales from the Crypt.”

He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d pulled out a gun and shot him dead.  “That was our premiere.  It hasn’t been on the air in years.  How did you…”

That show had made Dallas history, earning more via Pay-Per-View than the biggest boxing match of the year.  It had shocked the mostly conservative community, yet they’d gobbled it up and begged for more shows about the Dungeon Master’s exclusive torture chamber.

His hand convulsed on his thigh and a small grunt of pain escaped his mouth.  If that show had been her favorite…

She had to be leading him on.  Maybe she’d been to Silken and picked up some of the nastier gossip about him.  Maybe Kimberly had been spreading malicious lies about him.

But they wouldn’t be lies, now, would they?

“When I saw that VCONN was hiring, I called the information desk and asked if I could watch several archived shows.  I ended up watching them all.”

“All?”  He winced at the roughness in his voice.  The stomach-twisting throb of his bad knee had begun feeding the darker, erotic pain that he’d given himself.  Pain compounded with pain turning into desire.  If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t be able to stand up at the end of this interview without embarrassing himself. “That’s several years’ worth.”

“All of them.”  She tipped her head to the side, deliberately showing him the curve of her neck.  Making herself vulnerable.  Her hands were quiescent in her lap, but she shifted slightly in her chair and he swore her skirt snuck up her thigh an inch.  No, two.  “I’m very thorough.”

He suddenly wished he kept his crop in his desk drawer instead of hidden in the depths of his closet or beneath the seat of his car.  If he brought it out and smacked it on his desk, would she leap from her chair and flee the building?  Or would she hike up that skirt just a bit more as she bent over his desk?

The image was all too easy to build in his mind after last night’s fantasy.  However, he still had enough blood flowing to his brain to continue that little farce…all the way to her screams of terror.  The look of revulsion on her face.  The police sirens and the slamming of prison bars when she pressed charges.

His intercom beeped again and he barely suppressed the sigh of relief.  He’d been saved from committing a monumental error.

“Mr. Connagher?  You have a meeting in five minutes?”

It took all his control to reach out with a hand that didn’t tremble in order to respond.  “Thank you, Lisa.”  He took a deep breath and concentrated on putting his corporate face back on.  Not the desperate Master in need of a flirtatious submissive who just might not be afraid of a little dungeon play.  “And thank you, Ms. Holmes.  I hope you have a very successful career here at VCONN.”

Disappointment made her bite her luscious lip, sending another surge of lust through his body that he refused to show. 

A little dungeon play in a controlled environment was one thing.  When you were a woman dating a much larger, stronger man in a position of authority who also had a lust for pain and one vicious crop, it was entirely different.  This wasn’t a show.  No one was going to call time-out and let her walk away, because once the sadist had her in his grasp, he wouldn’t unchain her until he’d drained every last scream of pain.

Standing, she held her hand out to him again.  “I look forward to working with you, sir.”

He deliberately shifted his weight to his bad knee as he stood.  His face stiffened with pain, and he saw the flicker in her eyes that registered his withdrawal with resignation.  Hopefully she would take the hint and stay far, far away from him.  He gave her a brief, entirely professional handshake.  “Unfortunately, I rarely deal with the day-to-day duties of handling employees any longer.  Ms. Kannes will see to any questions you may have.”

“Maybe we’ll run into each other on set,” she said with a hopeful gleam in her dark eyes.

Coldly, he forced himself to snuff out that flame before it could scorch them both beyond recognition.  “I doubt it, Ms. Holmes.  Good day.”

He watched her walk toward the door, letting his hungry gaze travel down her spine to her nicely rounded buttocks and hips.  Perfect for his crop.  She gave him one last glance over her shoulder, her mouth soft, her eyes shimmering, whether with hurt or regret he couldn’t say.  It didn’t matter. 

Would I lie to you, Ms. Holmes?  So dangerous, this attraction, making every muscle in his body tense with the urge to chase her down and drag her screaming to his bed.  Absolutely.

Victor’s story HURT ME SO GOOD will be released Oct. 5th from Samhain Publishing.

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September Goals

Determined to break out of my sleepy laziness this month, I’m going to publically set some goals.  I have too much to do this fall to let the lazy days continue much longer! 

September has always been a sort of “redo” month for me.  The end of summer, back to school, cooler days (I hope!).  For years, it’s also been a time to recommit or reset my annual goals.  I tend to have fairly large output between now and December, and this month will be the warmup and slow build toward NaNoWriMo craziness.

My goal this month is simple:  30K words.  On anything.  Combined projects.  It doesn’t matter.  I just need to get the output higher.  I’m slowly getting back into the school routine so I’m hoping to get my writing time set in the Dark & Early hours again.

Projects I’ll be working on this month:

  • Vicki
  • Shadowed freebie
  • new novella, working title Phantom

If I can finally finish Vicki, I’ll be singing Hallelujah!

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Blogging Mojo

(If you’re looking for the Friday Snippet, it’s one post down — I posted it last night.)

Sorry I’ve been a bit absent this month.  I haven’t had much to talk about, so instead of writing a boring plain-Jane blog post, I’ve simply tried to write.

Yes, tried.  This has been a hard month.  I’ve made modest progress on Vicki but I’ve also been scattered by plot bunnies.  I’ve had something happen TWICE this month that I’ve always longed for — editors have asked me specifically for stories.  Of course that’s wonderful!  But I don’t have anything finished that’s not already contracted.  Many of my ideas percolating on the back burner are connected and so by association, will already have a home assuming they meet with approval. 

I really needed two entirely new ideas.

So I pulled out my Little Black Book – a Moleskin journal I bought at B&N – that’s sort of my catch-all idea book.  When I see a movie, hear a song, overhear a line of conversation, etc. that sparks an idea or feeling, I jot it in that book.  Some are more fleshed out than others, and eventually I’ll move the project to its own notebook or folder.  I’ve been reviewing those ideas, going over my partial files, and listening with that inner sense that tells me YES, this is what I need to work on.

It has to be special.  It has to have heart, that IT feeling that makes me excited to get up at 5 AM and work on it.

Last night, several ideas finally gelled and I was able to get beyond basic premise to almost plot.  I simply need to figure out who my antagonist is and how the ending will pan out.  Some really freaky coincidences have happened in brainstorming that gave me chills.  Things I did not plan, but once I got into the research, made eerie perfect sense. 

Needless to say, my schedule is in a bit of flux.  Because of the distractions, I haven’t finished Vicki and the month is almost over.  I’m juggling things up and down in priority, filing a few things for later, etc.  I still plan to attack the shortest novella on Sept 1st so the next few days I’ll really be hammering out last minute plot details and getting whatever I can on Vicki.  I don’t know if I can manage drafting two projects at the same time — we’ll see.  Both are contemporary, Texan (Dallas vs. Houston), BDSM, and even menage!  Eeee!  Yet they’re entirely different in setup and characterization.  Pretty cool stuff, actually, and I’ll be excited to talk more about them.

Once my editors sign off on them. 🙂

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Friday Snippet: Lie to You (Part 2)

Edited to add Victor’s cover, in case you haven’t seen it yet.  Continuing the free read Lie to You, Victor’s prequel.  (Part 1)

Warning:  BDSM and sexual content.

After last night’s activities, his bad knee hurt worse than usual, compounded by an assortment of bruises and marks on both thighs.  Scowling, Victor straightened his legs out beneath his desk.  Tendons torn years ago pulled and burned almost as badly as the day he’d blown his knee.  The steady ache did little to improve his mood, which admittedly was always bad the morning after he indulged his sadist.

The intercom lit up and made an annoying chime.  He stabbed the button.  “Yes?”

His secretary had a hesitant squeak of a voice that made him think she was asking questions every time she spoke.  “Mr. Connagher?”

He was so not in the mood for timid creatures today.  If he wasn’t careful, his VCONN partner would yell at him for scaring off another worthy office manager, but good God, couldn’t he find someone with just a little backbone?  He fought for a gentler approach rather than throwing open his door and bellowing.  “What is it?”

“A new hire is here to see you?  Shiloh Holmes?  Ms. Kannes sent her to meet you?”

Rubbing his knee, he tried not to sigh like a martyr.  “Send her in.”  I’ll try not to scare her off on her first day at VCONN.

He stood to round his desk in welcome, but his damned knee was stiff and fragile, as though too much weight on it would make the whole joint shatter.  He settled for at least standing politely in front of his desk as the door opened and the new hire walked in.

She marched straight up to him and held out her hand.  “Pleased to meet you, sir.”

Surprised by her bold manner, he shook her hand, taking in her wide smile and warm brown eyes.  She met his gaze unflinchingly, which he knew was no small feat.  He decided to push just a little and see how much it would take to make her drop her gaze.  He kept his fingers firm on hers, his gaze as steady and deep as though he sought her deepest secrets.

One brow quirked.  Then the other, her eyes widening with surprise.  The corners of her eyes crinkled and he suspected she might be laughing silently at him, but he didn’t look down at her mouth to find out.    Her eyes warmed to molten chocolate, sparkling like she had a dozen secrets all bottled up just waiting for him to yank them out one by one.

She made a soft little sound, barely more than an indrawn breath, but it made his inner demon perk up with interest.  It was all he could do not to step forward, bury his hand in her tawny hair, and jerk her mouth to his so he could punish her lips for that delicious little moan.

Too late, he remembered that this woman was supposed to be his new employee.  The CEO of the company had no business testing his female employees, and for what?  To see if he could break her?  He already knew he could.  He always did sooner or later.

Abruptly, he released her hand and whirled away.  “Welcome to VCONN, Ms…”

Damn it, he couldn’t remember her name and pain knifed through his knee at the sudden movement.  He was forced to limp the few steps back to his chair and sat down heavier than usual.

“Holmes, sir.”  She replied evenly, not upset in the least by his macho dramatics.  “Shiloh Holmes.  Are you hurt?”

He jerked his gaze up to her face, but saw only open and honest concern, not ridicule or speculative interest.  “Old college football injury.  I tweaked it last night and it’s hurting today.”

“Ah, that explains all the trophies I saw downstairs.”  She gave him a little chuckle of admiration and interest that tightened a fist in his chest where his heart used to reside.  Dressed in a velvety suit that matched her eyes, she sat in front of his desk, alert and eager as new employees usually were, but without any hint of nerves or shyness.  “Are they all yours?”

“From my glory days.  But that was a long time ago.”

“Where did you play?”

He settled back in his chair, amused at how easily she’d turned the tables on him.  Who’s interviewing who?  “Texas A&M for four years.  What position do you think I played?”

Her lips quirked.  “Definitely quarterback.  You’re the kind of man who’d lead the whole team down the field, refusing to settle for someone else calling the plays.”

“Oh, I always call the plays.” Damned if her eyes didn’t smolder.  Didn’t she have any idea what sort of man she was playing with?  “But I think you must have taken notice of the photographs, too.  Maybe you even had time to read one of the clippings in the case.”

Her left eyebrow arched.  “Not at all.”

She lied and she knew that he knew that she lied and she didn’t care, not by the widening smile she gave him.  “Really?”

“Would I lie to you, Mr. Connagher?” 

Polite flirting had turned much too serious.  He couldn’t do this.  Had he learned nothing all those months, pretending to be safe and normal for Kimberly?  Who’s lying now? 

Furious at himself and yes, at her for tempting him, he jerked his hair tighter in the ponytail.  The small pain sharpened his control, but not enough, not with this saucy morsel staring at him with those big chocolate eyes.  He gripped his right thigh and squeezed that bruised muscle until his cheek ticked.

“So what position have I given you here at VCONN?”  Deliberately, he chose rather insulting language to see if he could goad her.  Maybe he’d get lucky and she’d quit.  Today. 

“Associate Producer,” Shiloh answered, adjusting to his professional switch seamlessly without rising to his bait.

“It’s an entry level position.”  He tried to guess her age without asking for her file, and he put her mid to late twenties.  She wasn’t a young woman fresh out of college.

As though she knew his line of thought, she explained, “I worked my way through college, so it took longer than usual, and I’ve had other jobs.”

“Why are you starting over?”

“I wanted something new.”  For the first time, she lowered her eyes, but it was a deceptive move.  She still looked at him through her lashes.  “I like a challenge.”

Unfortunately, so did he, and she was giving off all kinds of submissive invitation vibes, whether she knew it or not.  Giving his leg another painful squeeze, he cautiously waded into more treacherous waters.  In a job interview, it wasn’t customary to ask about a person’s sexual preferences, even if the company was an erotic cable television channel.  “Are you aware of the kind of programming that has made VCONN famous?”

“Of course.  I did my research before applying.”

He wanted to ask if she’d researched him.  Maybe that would explain her familiarity and lack of fear…although if she knew more about him, surely she’d be afraid.  More, though, he wanted to ask if she was submissive or merely a damned good actress.  If she was as attracted as him.

But he didn’t dare.  It was too late.  From the first moment his secretary informed him of the new hire, Shiloh Holmes had been off limits.  The CEO could not dally with female employees without opening himself up for sexual harassment charges.  Especially when said CEO is a sadist.

 

Victor’s story HURT ME SO GOOD will be released Oct. 5th from Samhain Publishing.