19 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 38

My Odd/Useless Talent

I'm not quite sure if this is a talent, but I can stop myself hiccupping.

I discovered how to do this a long time ago. I just remember that one day I was hiccupping, and I wanted to stop, so I began to focus on which part of my body was being affected. Obviously,  my diaphragm, so I concentrated on it, and....my hiccupping stopped.

Now, when I start hiccupping, I usually only have one or two before I stop them. But sometimes, I like how they feel so I'll keep doing them.

Is this talent odd? Yes.

Is this talent useless? No.

Make sure to check out the other posts in the Evernighties Writing Challenge!

12 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge- Week 37

An Odd Thing I Collect


My mind went into some weird tangent when I read the topic this week. Like eyes of newt and puppy dog tails. Don't ask me why. Perhaps it has something to do with the cold medicine I'm on. My allergies exploded into a head cold and now I can't breathe out of my nose.

Anyway...odd thing I collect....

Rocks. I guess that's the oddest thing. When Mike and I go hiking I come back with a bag of rocks. I like the way they look, especially the ones that have shiny particles in them. I really like the ones where the iron has left round red spots from the past, when they were so hot that the iron ore bubbled up to form what looks like an outbreak of small pox .There are round red dots all over the stone.

You never know, one day I may find an uncut diamond. Or a rare fossil.



05 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 36

My Secret Snack

You may or may not believe this, but I don't usually snack.

Sure, sometimes I grab a few cookies after dinner. Or a piece of fruit. Chips every once in awhile. But nothing on a consistence basis. So since I'm completely boring on this particular challenge, I'll talk about my secret writing habit...only it's not so secret.

My favorite place to go when I write is to a coffee house, and usually it's Starbucks. Please no political issues, I go there because there happens to be one on every block, lots of tables, free wifi and great tea or coffee. Sure the prices are a little high, but I use their app to get points for free stuff. On my days off work, I drop my son off at school and then head to a Starbucks and write for hours. It helps me focus on what's on the page.


29 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 35

My Irrational Fears

I think as I've gotten older I've obtained a few irrational fears that may or may not seem overreacting.

Two specifically come to mind.

I have paralyzing acrophobia. The kind where every muscle in your body freezes and you can't move, even though your brain is screaming at you to do something. It's not just a disliking of the Ferris Wheel, or a rollercoaster. It's more like climbing an ordinary hill, and then realizing you can't climb down. Or can't look when you cross over a bridge. It's when your heart beats so fast that it feels like it'll burst and you can't breathe. You can't do anything except cry because you're frozen.

A lot of people don't like heights, but the true acrophobic person's fear is more intense and a whole lot more irrational.

The second fear is a product of our time.

I have an irrational fear that a shooter will happen in my son's school. I even had to go on anxiety medicine last year after Parkland. I couldn't sleep, my stomach was in knots, and I didn't want to let him go to school. The medicine helped but I stopped after a while and now that school's started back up, it's always in the back of my head. What if.... What if....

There's no common phobia name for this. At least, not yet.

And that truly terrifies me, that this could become so common it does get a phobia name.

22 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 34

My Theme Song


My husband told me my theme song is "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis.  Here are some of the lyrics:

Well I'm trying to keep
My brains from getting dry
There's only one way I know
I'm gonna bolt shut the windows
Barricade the doors
Let all of my judgements go
I'll take the mead from the table
Talk straight while I'm able
Until I'm nothing less than a crime
Until my heart stops beatin'

I will drink myself too much wine

He tells me all the time I'm a bad influence on him. Who...me???  Suddenly he starts telling me all these songs that involve drinking or wine in them. Geez, he makes me sound like a lush!

Music has always been an inspiration in my writing, and my favorite songs are the ones that invoke a passionate response. I like to listen to movie soundtracks when I write, or epic instrumental pieces. I also adore classical, especially Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". I remember when I was a young teenager reading a romance novel where the heroine, who was disfigured in a car accident and couldn't remember her name, played this song on a piano and that's how the hero found her again. That's always stayed with me. My one true regret in life is that I don't have a talent for singing.

Oh well.

Back to my theme song...I would say I don't have one specific one all the time because there are so many songs throughout my life that has been my anthem. Recently, Mike and I got married and we did a playlist of music that inspired our life together thus far, featuring Star Wars since that was our theme. I guess right now I would consider Han Solo and the Princess my theme song, since I'm living in a romance story. Here's the YouTube link for it:



19 August 2019

A New Devil's Outlaws book by Lynn Burke!

#MCRomance #Romantic Suspense #VigilanteJustice #OrganizedCrime #Veteran
#Series #HEA


Brewer’s Ward
Devil’s Outlaws 4
Publisher: Changeling Press
World-Wide Release Date: August 23, 2019


She might be his mark, but one look into her eyes slays him.



Blurb:




Reagan “Brewer” de Jager might look soft as a teddy bear, but his stint as a sniper in the SEALs hardened him into a lethal killer. The fact his wife cheated on him while he’d been deployed makes him unable to trust. Cold hearted and empty, he sets his sights on his next mark—and one look into her eyes slays him.

Nova Smego wasn’t nicknamed Black Widow by her CIA superiors without reason. Underestimated for her petite form, she’s quick with her fists and lethal with a blade or a bullet. Tossed out of the CIA with a scarred reputation, she joins a hitmen-for-hire team in the hopes of exacting revenge on the one who ruined her career.

When the Outlaws eliminate her team in order to rescue one of their own, Nova is kept alive—tied to her captor. A winter storm kills the electricity, but not the heat building between her and Brewer. There was a reason he couldn't end her, and while she plans her escape, she fears losing her heart to the chemistry sizzling between them.

But when Nova's desire for vengeance shakes the tentative bond between them, the Outlaws issue Brewer an ultimatum. Pull the trigger, or find common ground to trust one another and avoid the Outlaws’ demand for her life.



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EXCERPT:


Brewer stood in the doorway, his gaze flitting over my face as he stepped inside my prison.

My heart spasmed -- and that damn tingle between my thighs roared to life. I scowled.


Chin tilted up, I held his blue eyed stare, trying to focus on what he’d done, the family he’d taken from me, rather than the arousal he’d woken inside my core.


A twinkle lit his eye and twitched his lips peeking from his full beard -- a beard that appeared silky, bringing to mind an image of his dark head between my thighs. Would his facial hair tickle? Scrape and mark my skin?


I swallowed and jerked my focus back up to his eyes, determined to keep silent no matter what he said -- or did.


He caved from the silence between us first, expelling a heavy exhale, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit. “What’s your name?”


“Eat shit.”


His lips quirked as though to smirk, but flat lined. “Bet you got your ass bullied for that name while growing up.”


“Fuck off.”


“I’d rather fuck you.”


My breath caught -- and Brewer blinked as though his words had escaped unintended. He stood a few feet in front of me, doing nothing to hide the cock swelling inside his leathers. Long and hard…


The tingle of arousal morphed into pure wetness, dampening my panties in the span of a single breath as we stared at one another, our fogging breaths loud in the stillness.


“Goddamnit.” Brewer scrubbed a hand down over his face and beard while I attempted to swallow the dryness from my throat. He spun and left without another word, leaving my upper body unwrapped.


My arousal kept me warm for all of two minutes before my teeth began to chatter.


Fucking asshole couldn’t handle the sexual tension, the complication of what that brought to our situation. He fled like a pansy-ass.


Better that than rape me


“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes clenching shut against the thought of him thrusting into my body. My pussy spasmed, deepening my frown. I hadn’t let a man’s dick near me in over three years -- and I wasn’t about to let some Stockholm syndrome make me lenient. No matter how fucking hot said man might be.


He’d killed my team, so given the chance, I would kill him.

© Lynn Burke 2019


 

OTHER BOOKS IN THE DEVIL’S OUTLAWS SERIES:



Bowie’s Angel, Devil’s Outlaws MC 1: http://mybook.to/BowiesAngel
Gunner’s Flame, Devil’s Outlaws MC 2: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME
Austin’s Ward, Devil’s Outlaws MC 3: http://mybook.to/AUSTINSWARD



ABOUT LYNN BURKE:


Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.





18 August 2019

Blast from the Past...Spotlighting Beth D. Carter's "Recover Me"


Bishop Kain has devoted his life to protecting crime boss Sherman Groto, but when he spots Evie at an underground fight, all he can think about is her. He tries to keep his distance, but like a moth to a flame, she’s a siren he can’t resist.

Evie Duncan’s dreams are slowly taking over her life. Every night she falls in love with the man invading her subconscious, playing out scenes from a past life. It becomes harder and harder to wake and leave her dream man behind.

Danger is coming for Evie and her salvation lies somewhere in the truth of her past life. If Bishop can save her, he may be the one man who can bring her into the light…and for once, she might be willing to stay there.



Q & A 

            1. Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?


I have loved time travel books from the first time I read Timeless Passion by Constance O’day Flannery back in 1986. I have always wanted to write one. Recover Me is a spin off this genre. Evie remembered a past life while in a coma and is desperate to return. I had to really research and plan out both of her timelines, and then merge the two.


      2. What was your hardest scene to write in this book?


Evie is addicted to sleeping pills. It was difficult to write these scenes because I wanted them to be authentic.

     
      3.  Did you leave out anything in this book that you wished you hadn’t?


It wasn’t what I left out, but rather what the editor changed. All of Evie’s back story had been italicized, to show the difference between the past and present. The editor took that out, and I feel it might have been detrimental for the reader understanding what was happening.


      4.   Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?


Yes, definitely. When I look at this cover, I can’t help but stare into Evie’s eyes. She’s a tortured soul, yeaning for the man she loves. I can see that in the cover.



EXCERPT  


As she threaded her way through the thick throng of bodies, a tingling awareness danced over her skin. The last time she’d experienced such a weird feeling, she’d slipped off a cliff and ended up in a hospital. Deciding to be cautious, she stopped and turned in a slow circle to study the people around her. As if an invisible hand guided her, Evie looked to her left.

A man moved through the crush of people, parting them as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. He was a complete stranger, and she had never seen him before, yet there was something about him that sparked a familiarity. She pushed forward, trying to get through the dense crowd to get a better view of his face. His height worked to her advantage because she was able to easily follow, but she halted once she saw him going up a set of concrete stairs guarded by a few big burly men. For a split second, he turned her way. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and every fiber of her being wanted … needed … to touch him, but he disappeared out of sight. She searched the second level until he came into view once more, and she was able to breathe again.

John.  

He was here. He was real!

Subtle changes made this John a little different. A tad taller, which said something because he’d been tall in her dream world. Fantasy John had held a quiet strength that made people respect him. This John was so heavily muscled, with an aura of danger swirling around him, that people instinctively moved out of his path, giving him a wide berth. He had a militaristic look, with blunt-cut dark hair and a rigid posture any soldier would be envious of, but something told her he hadn’t been in any branch of service. She stared at him, unblinking, until he suddenly looked down and their gazes met.

The saliva dried up in her mouth as her heart thundered with a mixture of excitement and happiness. Any doubts she might have had about his identity disappeared instantly as the gossamer threads between them solidified. The people, the fight … everything disappeared, leaving them the only two people in the world. Curiosity filled his face. She reached out a hand but was bumped by someone walking by, abruptly pulling her out of the dream-like trance. She blinked and he was gone.


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15 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 33

Best Writing Advice I've Gotten


Writing advice is pretty standard. What was given to me is the same as I've passed on:

Read, read, read and write, write, write.

A writer reads and a writer writes.

Doesn't matter if it's one sentence a day...just write.

I don't think there was one piece of advice I stepped back and went "Woah, that's changed my life." If you want to be a better writer than always take criticism, whether good or bad, and don't let it discourage you. 


I've always said that writing a book is like building a house. You have to lay down the frame before you add the walls. I guess my own advice is the best I've ever gotten. Lay down the foundation, block out the frame. Then go back and build the home. Don't be scared to edit your own work.


09 August 2019

Character Interview & New Release by E.D Parr!


Thank you for hosting new release gay romance
Like a Thief in the Night

Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.
Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes

I’ll make this interview fun…

Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be?

(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon meringue pie, yeah.

What do you do when you need to blow off steam?

If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach, although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod

What do you look for in a man?

Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could go on all day about him.

What is in your refrigerator right now?

In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.

What’s on your bedroom floor?

In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.

What do you wear in bed?

Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now

Light on or off?

Either, both

Chocolate or vanilla?

Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate.

What’s your biggest fear?

Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.

What is your most treasured possession?

After the last question … Jon’s not my possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.

What’s your favorite outfit?

I have some old faded levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work. I like my black one best.

What do you like to see Jon dressed in?

Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…

Do you have a favorite music track?

My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic. We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.

Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.

(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…

We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?

(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?



We have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night
Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”

Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but maybe nine or ten.” Saxon sat up.

“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the bed and dashed to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front zipper pocket. He ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end at the front. He cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty. I’m sorry, I have to dash.”

“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while you dress?”

“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a cup at the gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the jeans and sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a pair of boots to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into them.

Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of bed and walked rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over the back of a chair. He brought it to Jon.
Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Is it okay to leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and grabbed up his backpack.

To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed him by the side of his mouth.

“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He strode to the door, opened it, and left.
Saxon went to the bathroom and picked up Jon’s pajamas. He hung them from a hook on the door and dragged on his robe from the other hook. Jon’s socks lay in a damp bunch on the floor next to the shelf housing towels. His boots must leak. Concern furrowed his brow. 
He put the socks in the laundry hamper. They can go in the wash. I’ll get coffee first. I’ve missed early trading. Perhaps it doesn’t matter this once. Saxon hummed as he heaped coffee grains into the filter. An unfamiliar deep happiness bubbled in him.

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08 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 32

First, Second or Third Person?

Second person?...I've never read this in the genre I write. I'm sure it's out there, I just haven't ever seen it. So I'm throwing that out.

I do want to point out (for non-writers) that along with writing 1st, 2nd, or 3rd person, there is also a tense. Past, present or future tense. I would say most authors write third person past tense...so saying that, as a reader, I don't mind reading first or third person. First is more common in Young Adult or New Adult, but there are many romance/erotica writers who write this. The most famous, of course, is being EL James' "Fifty Shades of Grey" series. She's done pretty well for herself. Whether or not you like the book, you can't deny the impact it had on the genre.

I once wrote two apocalyptic stories in first person, present tense...and that was one of the hardest things I've ever written. I've never shied away from a challenge but that was a whole different ball of wax. There had been a third book scheduled for that series, but I became disillusioned with the publishing house after the second book and never got around to write it. (publisher is now defunct)

But since those two books, I've written nothing but third person past tense. It's what, I would say, is the most popular for readers.

07 August 2019

New Release from Tina Donahue!

Indulge Me, book one in my brand new series Wanna Be Bad, is out! Woot!

This is Lissa's story. She's a nerd who prefers reading to cutting loose. But when she has a chance at her travel magazine to visit and review a posh Caribbean resort, she takes it. Trouble is, her stay is during the anything goes week, where threesomes look tame and nudity is more or less required. Color her surprised and daunted.

Jon too. He owns the resort and worries the randy male guests will eat her alive and he'll get a lousy review. His only choice? To serve as her sexual guide during her stay.

Let the complications and romance begin...



Nothing forbidden…nothing held back.

Lissa prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it takes to get the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel magazine. Her chance finally arrives. She’s set to experience a posh Caribbean resort, a dream article and review except for one huge problem. It’s the anything goes theme week where nudity is expected and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look downright tame. Holy Hell. What has she gotten herself into?

Precisely what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he fears the randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy review. His only option is to serve as her guide for every decadent delight from nude body painting to Dom’s Den where submission and punishment rule. Unless she wants to call the whole thing off…

And lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted beyond anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some, surprising him during a sexy adventure like no other. 



“The writer from the travel magazine is here.”

“Send him in.”

“Ah … okay.”

Her hesitation surprised him.

His door opened.

Shelby entered first, model tall and slender, dressed in a light green sheath that complemented her long, blonde hair. Her pretty face could have graced a teen magazine, the faint freckles splashed across her nose and cheeks adding to her youthful appearance.

She stepped aside.

A young woman stood behind her, her hair shoulder-length and partially pulled back. Several tresses hung free from her ponytail. The chestnut color proved rich, a contradiction to her pale complexion.

While her clothing…

Her loose-fitting beige pants and long-sleeved white top weren’t on par with the “anything goes” theme week, but the extensive material didn’t completely hide her curves.

He dragged his gaze back up to her glasses. They gave her an intelligent and serious vibe that also didn’t belong on this island.

She regarded the tan marble and gold trimming in here, graceful eyebrows arching.

The opulence was more than he preferred but impressed the partners. Confused as to why she’d followed Shelby inside, he glanced at her and mouthed, “who is she?”

She mouthed, “The writer.”

No way. He’d expected a guy. In fact, he needed an uber-extroverted one for a great review during the anything goes week, which got down and dirty fast. Not a woman who dressed like a librarian attending a spiritual retreat.

As a rule, he never judged. Taking a second look, he was surprised to find her pretty, her brown or hazel eyes and pouty mouth holding promise as to the possible fire smoldering inside. Possible being the operative word. She hadn’t breezed into here confident and ready for sin. Not a good sign for her enjoying the intimate events at the resort.

Shelby cleared her throat. “Lissa, this is Jon Thorne, the owner. Jon, this is Lissa Nelms, the writer from Exploration magazine.”

Lissa regarded the plush leather chairs, sofa, and his massive desk, then met his gaze.

Her cheeks pinked up, as they hadn’t earlier, lips parting, surprise or wonder flooding her features.

He wasn’t certain why her reaction to him was so intense … except it looked genuine. Maybe. Ever since Mackenzie had put one over on him, after the years they’d spent together, he couldn’t be sure about anything. Remembering his manners, he stood.

After taking him in from top to bottom, Lissa returned to his mouth, then his eyes. “Good afternoon.”

Her voice was surprisingly throaty. Sexy as hell.

His face and chest heated, a first during a business meeting or with any woman. Even those who’d been attracted to him hadn’t shown the same awe she did. Flattering, sure, but still… “Hi.” He rounded his desk and offered his hand.

She gripped it firmly, her fingers softer than a rose petal, her fragrance subtly sweet, gold flecks in her hazel eyes.

Nice. He stroked her thumb.

Her face flamed.

Time to stop touching her.





About Tina:



Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.













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