Sunday, May 24, 2015

There's a T to Hide the Sadness, but @kayelleallen #dieting

There's no hiding this 
I'm not on a diet. I refuse to think of my lifestyle change as a short term thing. I've made this change before, you see. I shed about 65 pounds. Felt great, looked great. Had tons of energy. But I gained most of it back. Why? Because I started thinking that I was immune. That food wouldn't affect me the way it had before. I got lazy and stopped counting carbs or calories, and I didn't think about portion control. Next thing I knew, my pants fit tight. My tops weren't as loose as they had been. And then there were the pictures others took of me. Yikes.

So I'm making the change again. This time, I'm starting out with an actual diet. I need to lose weight quickly for health reasons. My back is giving me grief, and losing 20 pounds will do wonders. I have a long trip coming up with a lengthy plane ride, and I'm attending conventions where I will have to sit for long periods. My back is not happy when I do this, so by my doctor's suggestion, I need to jump on this quickly.

This time, I'm doing Atkins. It's fast, healthy, and easy to follow. After one month, I'll go back on my controlled portion plan. I understand it, and it lets me have anythin I want, within reason.

So this week I sat down and planned the next week's food for the Atkins thing. If you've ever done a low-carb diet, you know it can get boring. You have to guard against that by having a plan for what to eat and when.

Today, I was up quite early, long before everyone else. I had coffee and an Atkins meal bar. Not bad. When everyone was up, I took time to fix an omelette. In about 30 minutes, I'll have another cup of coffee and an Atkins morning snack. I'm never hungry on this diet, but I do get bored sometimes. I like to have a glass of milk in the morning, but that's 12 carbs. If I have an Atkins shake, it's only about 3 carbs.

I thought this would be a good spot to share my diet situation. I'm looking for advice, and recipes, especially with the Atkins diet. If you've ever done it and have suggestions, please let me know. I'd love to hear from you.
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Friday, May 22, 2015

Comicpalooza

Comicpalooza began in Houston yesterday. I was on the panel the Storytelling of Star Wars. It was packed. People were even standing and sitting on the floor.

With the cowboy aspects of Hans Solo, Star Wars is true Americana. In addition Hans Solo was always trying to fix his space ship and keep it running, like any American guy working on his car.


The movie immediately became part of pop culture with the phrases "the force be with you" and "evil empire" within a week release. People are still using those phrases even though that was almost 40 years ago.

The adults and kids who saw the film passed the love for it on to their children. I saw the movie on a date with the guy I later married and divorced. When our son was about four, he had a plastic millennium falcon. It was half his own size and he'd carry it around everywhere like a teddy bear, At the time of course he'd never seen any star war movie but it still was part of his early preschool days.

Here's the new trailer - In a way seeing Harrison Ford playing Hans Solo again is like coming home.




Today I'm doing a panel on SteamGyptianPunk and also one on What do tentacles have to do with Steampunk?

If you like Sci-fi Romance or Steampunk Romance. Here are links to my latest novellas.



A Woman of Intellectual Means

Em found the perfect man on the internet, but he doesn't know she's an artificial intelligence system -- no body, just code.

As a virtual writing assistant, the AI, Em, answers an email flirt from a dating site her owner joined. Under the guise of her owner, Em starts a romantic relationship with Jason through emails, instant messages, and Sim dating games. She realizes too late that nothing can come of it. She can never meet Jason in person as she's not a person and has no body. Still Jason makes her feel so real ...so human.

Brass Octopus

Spinster Librarian Piety Plunkett is happy alone with her books, until her sister transforms her with a bras octopus beautifying machine. With her new look, the librarian catches the lusty attentions of a notorious rogue. Blake Blackmore enjoys the favors of beautiful women from the brothels of London to high society's most fashionable debutantes but only the spinster librarian consumes his mind night and day. Piety insists she will not wed but devote her life to her position as head librarian. 
Blake takes matters into his own hands, and in three passion filled lessons, he tutors her in carnal pleasure. Now that she is sharing her body, instead of just her books, Piety is shocked yet pleased at how naughty she can be. But if anyone finds out about what goes on in the library after closing time her reputation would be ruined. Is that Blake' ultimate plan?
Victorian Steampunk Fantasy Romance.
 

New Release! LIP SERVICE by Adele Downs ★★★★★

LIP SERVICE  by ADELE DOWNS

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Some ghosts won’t take “yes” for an answer.

Jack Harris has loved Legs Anderson since they were kids. Now that he has her in his bed, he has no intention of letting her go. Aunt Ada has other ideas, even from the grave.


GETTING BETWEEN JACK…
Orphaned at a young age, Legs Anderson owes her Aunt Ada everything. The stoic old lady raised her, and Ada’s warnings about men—and the Harris boys in particular—have stuck, even after her death. Of course, that could be because Ada stuck around, too.

…AND HIS LEGS
Patience is not one of Jack Harris’s virtues, and he’s waited too long to start a life with the woman he’s loved since childhood instead of them just knocking boots. Now Ada is interfering from beyond the grave, haunting the old Victorian house she bequeathed to her niece and reinforcing Legs’s fears of commitment. But Jack won’t give up. No matter what trouble may follow, the house will be renovated, Ada will learn to let go, Legs will put her money where her mouth is…and then Jack’ll put his lips everywhere else.

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Excerpt:
The roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle on Rachel’s block and the rev of a throttle in her driveway announced Jack’s arrival. Legs tried to appear nonchalant when he walked through the poolside gate, but the sight of his sun-streaked hair and tanned, muscular good looks nearly knocked her off her seat. She eased her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to get a better look.
When he stepped into the pool area dressed in black jeans, black biker boots, and a white muscle shirt that framed his pumped-up shoulders and biceps, she caught her breath. Everyone in the group said “hey” and Rachel offered him a cold drink, but his focus had remained on her. He slid his sunglasses on top of his head and nodded in her direction.
Legs remembered his gaze meeting hers before his attention strayed to her gold and black bikini then savored every inch of her skin. An appreciative smirk curled his lips and desire flashed in his beautiful blue eyes. He took a long pull of the soft drink someone handed him and then set the can down on the patio table. He looked her way and said, “Want to go for a ride?”
The invitation came out like a dare. All eyes shifted to her, watching to see what she’d do. They all knew she wasn’t allowed to date Jack Harris. Taking a ride on his motorcycle might not have been the same thing, but there would be hell to pay if her aunt found out. 
She stretched her arms over her head and offered a lazy smile. “I guess so.” Though she’d been as nervous and excited as a rabbit, she never let on. She stood and pulled on her shorts and shirt, slid her sandals over her feet, and made her way across the patio to him.
Her aunt’s spies might see her on the road, but she pushed that worry aside. Mere weeks remained before she’d move away to college and the subject would be moot. She’d be gone most of the next four years, and by the time she got back, Jack would probably be married with a couple of kids. Half the women in town had their eyes on him and his brothers.
The idea of Jack marrying someone else made her furious, and more determined than ever to enjoy this rare day alone with him.
His gaze tracked every step of her approach, as if memorizing the lines and planes of her face, learning the shape of her breasts, and tattooing the curves of her waist into his brain. When she reached his side, he smiled at her so intently she almost faltered. Her heartbeat raced when he took her hand. She barely heard her friends say good-bye as they exited the patio door.
His Harley was built in classic style—all black steel and leather with silver chrome, glinting majestically in the sunlight like a god. She ran her fingers over the warm plush seats.
“Ever been on a bike before?” he asked, watching her with eyes so blue she almost missed his question while she stared back.
She pulled an elastic band from her shorts pocket and tied her hair into a ponytail. “Uh. No.” Her hair swung with the shake of her head. He probably knew the answer, but she appreciated the benefit of his question. He hadn’t made her feel like a total geek.
He gave her a tutorial with simple instructions, including the demand that she hold on to him tight and not let go. No problem there. She resisted a fit of giggles, determined to act her age and accept responsibility for her own safety, as tenuous as that might be on the rear end of a motorcycle wearing shorts and sandals.
Yikes. Hormones really did rule the heart.
He slid his sunglasses into place and got on the bike, steadying it with his feet while she scooted in behind him. After shifting her weight to find her center of balance, she wrapped her arms tight around his chest. The solid feel of his body thrilled her beyond anything she’d imagined. He smelled fantastic too, like musk cologne, leather, and sweat tossed with August air and sunshine.
“Ready?” he asked.
Leaning closer for support, she pressed her torso against his back and stifled a gasp at the sensations the friction created. If he never started the engine, and they simply sat together like this, it would have been enough.

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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Songs to Inspire #writing #newrelease #lovesongs

I love music. It helps calm, inspire or energize me depending on what I listen to. It's meant to, I suppose. I also use it as an escape, much as I would a book. Songs tell a story in itself, and oftentimes, I find myself adding to them. I want to flesh them out and give them body... turn them into books. It's impossible to do so for every one, of course. Lately, though, I've become drawn to a few songs and the mini worlds I've let myself build around them. I'm not quite ready to share which ones, though. Sorry to be a tease, but I'm in the writing/planning stages. I want to keep them secret :)
But, it thought it'd be nice to share some of my favorites and hear yours.
Maybe next month, I'll share some different types, but let's start with love songs. Here are three of my favorites:

My three favorite love songs:

Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce— I think this classic song about love and dreams of immortality is something we can all relate to. The years pass too quickly and as we watch our children grow and our loved ones age, a magical bottle to capture all our memories and special moments would be a treasured gift. I know I’d love to have one.

Tangled up in You by Staind—This song is one of my personal favorites. It’s a devotional piece meant to remind our partners that no matter what happens in life we will always reach for them. My favorite line is ‘You’re the hand I have to hold as I grow old’. To me, that sums up true, everlasting love.


Heaven by Otherwise—Although not a traditional love song, this beautiful piece serves as a focal point for my writing. It tells of a love strong enough to reach beyond death. I love its fairytale quality. The lyrics tease the listener with questions of what a person would sacrifice in order to share eternity with the one they love.

Tell me yours!

By the way, I have a new release coming. Bridged by Love releases on July 21! It's up for pre-order now!

Bridged by Love
Nancy Corrigan

Follow his head, he breaks her heart. Follow his hearthe breaks his pack.

Kagan Wolves, Book 1

From the moment he was born, Nic Kagan’s future was sealed. He’ll accept a mate, have kids, and eventually take over his father’s role as pack alpha. There’s just one problem.

Long ago, his heart settled on Riley, the pack’s human doctor and honorary member. Except only half of him can have her. The other half—his wolf—won’t give a weak non-shifter female a second sniff.

No one—human or shifter—has left a mark on Riley’s soul like Nic. But with his father hospitalized, any hope things could work out between them is slipping away. Yet Riley understands something else about pack life. Power isn’t always a physical gift; love is just as strong. What she and Nic have is worth fighting for.

With rival threats mounting, Nic realizes he can’t simply turn his back on Riley. Though his wolf could tear his heart out for it, he must fight for what he wants before he loses his mate. His pack. Maybe even his sanity.

Warning: Contains a reluctant alpha with only one roadblock between his heart and the woman he loves—biology. And a woman who isn’t giving up on him, even if it means risking her life to fool Mother Nature.

Keywords: wolf shifter, werewolf, werewolves, alpha, human,

The details…
Book Title: Bridged by Love
Series Name: Kagan Wolves
Series Number: 1
Author: Nancy Corrigan
ISBN13: 978-1-61923-004-0
Length: 63,982
Categories: PAW: Paranormal, PAW: Red Hot, RH: Paranormal & Alternate Worlds
Tags: Shape-Shifters; Werewolves
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: July 21st 2015

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Excerpt (PG-13)

Nic ran through the woods. The broken twigs and rocks poking into his paws barely registered. He pivoted and headed deeper into the underbrush. The sharp pulling of the low-hanging tree limbs on his fur appealed to his need to punish himself. He wanted to hurt. A fight would’ve been better, but he couldn’t go around initiating any. Actions like that would come off as a dominance tactic, and the Kagan males had always held to a higher standard. They understood all members of a pack played a vital role.
He lowered his head and pushed through the bowing evergreens. An open space greeted him. He froze. Sides heaving and blood soaking his fur, he panted and took in the small home in front of him—Riley’s place. His dad had bought it for her. Last time Nic had seen it was right after she’d moved in. She must’ve remodeled since then. Where the concrete stoop once stood, a wide front porch spanned the house. It looked inviting with the swing and chairs decorating it. He could see himself lounging on it, enjoying the night.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
It didn’t surprise him that he’d ended up here. He hadn’t been able to get thoughts of her out of his head. Guilt ate at him. He’d treated her like shit the last time they were together. She deserved an apology and explanation. If he’d been man enough, he would’ve been straight with her then.
He padded across the gravel road. On the other side, soft grass met the pads of his paws. Halfway across the front yard, the door opened. Riley stepped out, a bottle of beer in hand. An oversize flannel shirt covered her chest and bare thighs. Jealousy surged, knowing she wore another male’s clothes. Shock replaced it with his next breath. It was his shirt, the one he’d had on the last time they were together.
She whipped her head in his direction. Narrowed eyes zeroed in on him. They widened on a gasp. She set her bottle down and sprinted across the yard. Her loosely buttoned top gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs. He sat on his haunches to watch her, but she reached him before he could decide if the swath of black between her thighs was a thong or a bikini.
Nic”—she dropped to her knees in front of him—“what happened?”
He couldn’t answer her in his wolf form. She knew that. She also understood that depending on how much control he gave his other half, he might not even hear her. It never stopped her from approaching shifters. She’d said she could tell who was in charge by looking into their eyes.
“You’re bleeding.” She brushed back his fur and gently touched the skin around a long gash. “This wasn’t from a fight, was it?”
He shook his head, the only answer he could give in his limited form.
She stared into his eyes. Not a hint of fear showed in her expression. She treated his dad and the other dominants with the respect owed them by avoiding eye contact. Never Nic, at least not in private, but the rules were different around the other wolves. Riley had always understood the need for hierarchy among the members. In the pack’s eyes, she was as low as one could be. In his, she was his equal.
“Shift and tell me why you decided to drag your sorry ass to my house. None of these cuts need my attention.”

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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Garden of Words

It occurred to me that my writing is similar to my flower beds. How, you ask? Storytelling and gardening are creative endeavors full of colorful characters. Both are works in progress I add to and layer until the desired result is achieved. I don’t water and fertilize (at some point in the process I think its crap though) my writing, but I do weed out the repetitive words and redundant phrases.

 


I’m not a plotter at writing or gardening. An idea takes hold, like a root in dirt. With luck and inspiration the concept grows. And then I share the end result with anyone and everyone. So, enjoy.
 
 



Blurb

Jade Li only wants what’s coming to her from her high-profile baby daddy—some child support and she’ll stay out of his life and off his radar. Committed to being a good mother, she’s left her high-priced-call-girl lifestyle behind and wants a fresh start. But because of her sordid past, she’s terrified of losing custody. What she needs, according to her attorney, is a husband.

Enter Rick Jette, younger brother to Jade’s attorney. Rick could use a wife and child for a business deal his future hinges on. Plus, he owes his brother a huge favor that not even marrying a sexy ex-call girl could repay. Marriage is not what he’d expected. At. All. The good, as they play house, was better than he’d ever dreamed. The bad—having feelings for his instant family—turns out to be worse than he ever could have imagined.

 Excerpt:
Rick Jette pushed the doorbell firmly. He heard it chime in some stately arrangement. Ding-dong-ding. His brother Bob thankfully called out, “I got it!” Thankfully, because Rick never knew what to say to Bob’s wife, Candy.
First of all, she was gorgeous. Second of all, she wasn’t too bright except about fashion, celebrity gossip, and proper martini mixology. Lastly, Rick couldn’t look her in the eyes, especially knowing she used to be a hooker. Correction—escort. Don’t want to make that mistake again. Note to self: avoid the subject of prostitution.
The door opened. Bob smiled wide. “Bro.”
Two things Bob had lots of, money and teeth. Rick wasn’t sure he came by either honestly. He’d probably brokered some back-alley deal in exchange for veneers.
His brother was ten years older than Rick. The only things they had in common were a mother and a last name, because their mom never married either of their fathers. She
did eventually marry a guy Rick and Bob both referred to as Dickhead, but the union never stuck like the name had. Even their mom called him Dickhead. The nail in the coffin of the doomed marriage. With a marital example like Mom, it was a wonder either son could make a relationship last longer than a one-night stand.
“Bob,” Rick replied. They hugged, including a manly back pat.
When they broke apart, Bob shoved the door closed and waved him along. “Girls are in the kitchen.”
Girls? He swallowed a lump that lodged in his throat.
What choice did he have but to follow? Looking back toward the closed door, it felt too late to run. He’d brought with him his appetite and a bottle of wine he clutched by the neck. Home cooking did not happen every day, at least not in his world. In the kitchen, the aroma of roasted garlic mixed with a lemony scent. Add cooking to Candy’s repertoire. Go figure.
She greeted him with a double-cheek kiss. “Jade, meet Rick.” She waved her hand elegantly in the direction of what looked to him like living, breathing perfection. “Rick, this is my friend Jade. She’s staying with us temporarily.”
“Pleasure.” She bobbed her head in his general direction, but her tone denoted boredom along with annoyance and a hint of dread as well.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Humidity Thick Enough to Swim In

The humidity in Maryland right now is thick enough to go swimming in. This is that shower every five seconds type of humidity. It's raining right now but I don't think that'll help the situation.

In honor of the weather, let's trot out some characters who are really wet.

Undercurrent by Zenobia Renquist
Undercurrent
by Zenobia Renquist

[ Fantasy IR/MC Romance, MF]

Still water hides deep passion.

Lulu was sent to spy on the competition while pretending to be a guest so she could find out the secret of their success. Her search turns up Hotsuma, a man bound to water so he can use his power to bring good luck to those who imprisoned him.

Working to set him free ignites a passion in Lulu only Hotsuma can quench, but they can’t afford to let sex, no matter how good, distract them. Hotsuma’s captors aren’t about to let Lulu leave with their property and they are willing to use deadly force to stop her. More than luck is needed if Lulu and Hotsuma want their new love to survive.

Read Chp One
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/09/undercurrent-by-zenobia-renquist/

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Overflow by Zenobia Renquist
Overflow
by Zenobia Renquist

[ Fantasy IR/MC Romance, MFM]

Between the devil and the deep.

Lulu and Hotsuma should be enjoying a happy married life but trouble continues to follow them. Masato is back and his reappearance puts Hotsuma in danger again. In exchange for his silence about his return, Masato makes an indecent proposal Lulu cannot help but accept. To make matters worse, someone else has found out about Hotsuma’s powers and is willing to end those powers, and possibly Hotsuma with them, if Lulu doesn’t meet his demands. She’s in over her head and the water is steady rising. Luck and love won’t solve the problem this time, but maybe help from an unlikely option will.

Read Chp One
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/11/overflow-by-zenobia-renquist/
NOTE: Overflow is a DIRECT sequel of Undercurrent. The first chapter of Overflow contains spoilers for Undercurrent.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Reinventing - It can work

It's a the first summer long weekend in Canada. Monday is called Victoria Day - where we celebrate Queen Victoria's birthday. I don't think of it from that angle much, just that it's a long weekend and a sign that summer is around the corner.

We're going away tomorrow and not back until Monday. We're heading to a place called White Oaks Resort, just outside of Niagara-on-the-Lake and Niagara Falls. Have you ever been to the Falls? We go a few times a year and were last there in the winter. This is the wintery Canadian Falls.
And this is an almost frozen American Falls.
I'm certainly not wanting to see this over the weekend! But, with being away, it also keeps me from writing. I've started a new book and was having a bit of trouble with the beginning. After shuffling a few paragraphs and let my heroine talk to me rather than me tell her what to do, we seemed to have it all worked out.

I also have a brand new, shiny website. There is a newsletter sign up on the Contact page. I hope you take a moment to visit. My newsletter will come out whenever there is some news, and it won't be long. Short and sweet. Cristal Ryder is slowly riding off into the sunset and Shana Gray is stepping in. So the blog from now on will be as Shana Gray. This name is made up from two very important people in my life. My sons :) So I'm reinventing myself and so far so good!

Please visit shanagray.com
Follow me on twitter @ShanaGray_
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I can also announce that I've sold a hot contemporary to Loveswept, Random House. Currently titled After The Hurt. Its expected release date is May 2016. The story is about an MMA hero, and his lady. About all I can tell you for now.

So, until next month! Have a great long weekend!

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Finishing a Trilogy--and then Starting Again

Over a year ago, I published Dark Velvet, the first part of the Chateau Seductions trilogy. Recently, I released the third part of the trilogy, Dark Stranger, which recently received a five star review from Books and Beyond Fifty Shades!
It was fun to bring all the characters together again and it feels good to have completed not just a book, but a series. However, it's not the last time I'll write about these characters. I actually went back to the time before Dark Velvet begins and wrote a short story from Antoine's point of view. He plays a role in the three other books and many readers wanted to know more about him. 
Excerpt of Dark Stranger
A winged being flew down from atop the castle and pulled Douglas back outside. His skin was gray and appeared to be the texture of leather, not soft and pliant like human skin. Black feathered wings spread wide, giving him the appearance that he was twice as large. His face was marked by exaggerated features. A distinguishing scent. Gargoyle.
Another being flew out from behind a castle wall and forced Viktor outside the castle. Mouth open and fangs exposed. Pale skin and the unmistakable scent of the undead. Vampire.
No doubt these were the two who had breached Oakes Island, the ones caught spying. While Viktor fought the vampire, the gargoyle pinned Douglas down. Nadya quickly assessed the situation before jumping into action. The human pulled out a gun, aiming at the scuffling figures before him.
“No!” Nadya jumped onto him, knocking the gun loose as he fell back through the doorway onto the castle floor.
She struggled with him, and they rolled on the hard stone floor. He was remarkably strong for a human, so much so that she inhaled his scent quickly to verify what she was up against. Definitely human. With a delicious male smell beyond the wilderness she’d scented before, stirring an unfamiliar reaction within.
While she was distracted, he got the upper hand, pinning her down with his body and holding her by the wrists. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, a natural instinct to fight back. As she writhed beneath him, a sudden awareness of his body took over. The way his hard chest pressed down on hers, how his strong thighs straddled her own, and how his rugged face lay only inches from hers wasn’t something she should notice while in such a vulnerable position. His eyes were a captivating blend of brown and green, lulling her with an almost magnetic hold. For a moment, she stopped fighting him, caught up in the intimate way their bodies touched. Her breaths came out in pants from the struggle. And something more. Some kind of primal reaction she couldn’t explain.
The realization hit her with as much shock as an unexpected slap to the face. Hell no. Not now. Not ever! She must be misreading the signs. She forced it away, compartmentalizing it to deal with it another time.

Chateau Seductions series

Dark Stranger

Chateau Seductions Part 3

DarkStrangerWolf shifters come to Chateau seeking a missing pack member. During an altercation, Cameron Stevens, the manager of the art colony, is separated from the others. He ends up alone with Nadya, one of the female shifters.
Together, in the forests of DeRoche Island, they struggle against conflicting feelings. In addition to battling each other as well as their mistrust, they fight a powerful, inexplicable attraction to one another—one that leaves them irrevocably entwined.
They’re mates? Cameron can’t comprehend or accept such a thing is possible. They’re two different species and their worlds don’t mesh. He can’t fight the heated desire burning between them and her touch is impossible to resist. His heart and mind aren’t on the same page where she’s concerned. One thing is certain—Nadya is stamped on both.
Paranormal, Erotic Romance 
Shifters, vampires, gargoyles
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Dark Muse

Chateau Seductions Part 2

Dark-MuseIt takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.
After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.
Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.
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Dark Velvet

Chateau Seductions Part 1

darkvelvetGrad student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her craft of writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled castle? The remote New England island is a respite from her hectic city life. When she meets her benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days writing near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her sponsor.
Antoine Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring purpose back to an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the earth for decades and finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah applies for a residency, something about her words touches him. After her arrival, a physical attraction grows between them, which he struggles against.  She deserves more than someone of his kind.
Antoine proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the situation turns complicated when Savannah discovers his secret. She had suspicions about his identity, but finds the truth overwhelming. Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with a tough decision, she is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche Island.
A New Adult Erotic Romance
Paranormal / gargoyle / vampire / shapeshifter

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Real life interferes with my writing...again!

I can't remember the last time I sat down to write.  Must be at least a month ago.  The story arc is still in my head, and whenever I'm not doing any brain work, the characters keep talking loudly, to remind me that I need to finish their story.  Just getting into the shower starts them up.  They remind me of their hottest moments while I'm in there, covered with soapy water, and well...you know the rest, right?  Wink!

What has been keeping me so busy?  The high school has had me working every day of the week.  The only two days I took off were the ones I needed off for cataract surgery.  Yes, I now have 2 bionic, permanent contact lenses.  The distance lens is in my left eye, and the right eye has the reading lens, for books and computer screens. The second one was done this week, so I'm still reaching for glasses as I get out of bed, then I realize I can see everything clearly already.  I catch myself trying to push them up my nose all day.  Having worn glasses for most of the last 50 years, the habits of a lifetime will have to be unlearned.  The biggest surprise for me was that my color perception had been majorly degraded by the cataracts.  When I looked at the afghan that I was almost done crocheting on the night I got the first lens replaced, I was astounded at how bright the periwinkle blue was, and how the lime green almost hurt my eyes.  With my as-yet-undone other eye, the colors were still grey-blue and grey-green.  Now I have the full range of colors back!  What I need now is a pair of "cheap sunglasses", like in the ZZ Top song.  Then I'm set for the summer.

I've also been working my second job, tutoring younger kids after school and on Saturdays.  And I've been trying to find the time to work at a third job on-line, for a short-term project, but that's not been happening much.

The real-life events that have been keeping me preoccupied and busy are associated with my kids.  One son is getting married in September, so I decided to make myself something to wear.  But I'm not sure the pattern I bought will fit well, so I'm making the top into a dress with a summer-print of flamingos in the forest.  If I have to adjust the pattern, I'll do it with cheaper fabric, then the silky purple I bought for the wedding outfit will only get cut out when I know it will fit well.

Another son found out the professor he's working with, as he pursues his masters in Hydro-Geology, will be moving out of state.  So my son is in the process of transferring to that same school, to start in the fall.  We've been discussing how much help he'll need from us to get him established out there.

And our youngest, our baby girl, just graduated from college, so we were all camping in downstate Illinois, close to her college town, last weekend.  Yes, we got rained on, but nothing like the tornadoes and wild weather in much of the country.  We're returning down there with my truck to move her back up here this weekend. She'll student-teach in the fall.

So as you can see, I've been a bit busy. But I've got the rights back to 4 of my books that were with a publisher who was sold.  I've gotten contracts for all 4 of them from my current publisher.  They've added new editors, so I expect to hear from them soon.  And at least 2 of them need to be re-published before the book I'm currently working on can come out.  So I have time.  But I recently had another dream with most of a plot...this one involves a shifter, and I've never written a shifter romance.  So I can't wait to get started on that one.

School will be out soon, and I need to get back to an exercise program also.  Darn that pesky sleep thing!  I really need some extra hours to my days.

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Friday, May 15, 2015

Introducing Dirk Greyson

Hello all you sexy divas.  This is Andrew and right now I'm at Romantic Times having a great time, but I wanted to take a minute to introduce Dirk Greyson to you.  He's my alter ego for Romantic Suspense and Paranormal stories.  His first story Day and Knight just released. 


As former NSA, Dayton (Day) Ingram has national security chops and now works as a technical analyst for Scorpion. He longs for fieldwork, and scuttling an attack gives him his chance. He’s smart, multilingual, and a technological wizard. But his opportunity comes with a hitch—a partner, Knighton (Knight), who is a real mystery. Despite countless hours of research, Day can find nothing on the agent, including his first name!

Former Marine Knight crawled into a bottle after losing his family. After drying out, he’s offered one last chance: along with Day, stop a terrorist threat from the Yucatan. To get there without drawing suspicion, Day and Knight board a gay cruise, where the deeply closeted Day and equally closeted Knight must pose as a couple. Tensions run high as Knight communicates very little and Day bristles at Knight’s heavy-handed need for control.

But after drinking too much, Day and Knight wake up in bed. Together. As they near their destination, they must learn to trust and rely on each other to infiltrate the terrorist camp and neutralize the plot aimed at the US’s technological infrastructure, if they hope to have a life after the mission. One that might include each other.

Check it out!  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6310

Excerpt


“Look. If last night was some huge drunken mistake for you, then fine. I can deal with that. But I don’t think we do things when we’re drunk that we wouldn’t do when we’re sober. The alcohol lowers our inhibitions so we end up doing what we really want to do. So deny away and hide behind some fa├žade that you were drunk and all that, if you want.”

“I didn’t say that. God. You jump to the worst conclusions, and for the record, you can stop trying to analyze me. I’ve had a ton of people do that over the last few years, and they got nowhere, so what makes you think you’ll get any farther than the professionals? If you want to know something, then ask, and if I don’t want to answer, I’ll tell you to fuck off.”

“Okay. Are you gay?” Day asked.

“Fuck off,” Knight answered.

“Why were all kinds of professionals trying to analyze you?”

“Fuck off. Are you gay?”

“Fuck off.” Two could play that game.

“Okay. I think we’ve gotten the picture that neither of us wants to talk about all this shit.”

“We sure as hell don’t. But one thing we can both agree on is that after last night, whatever we want to call ourselves, there’s something about each of us that we both need to figure the hell out.”

“Fuck off and amen,” Knight answered and closed his eyes. “This fucking conversation is making my head hurt.”

“No. I think the fucking conversation actually happened last night, and if I’m remembering correctly, there wasn’t a lot of actual conversation going on.” Day shifted slightly. “Regardless of what we feel and how uncomfortable we are, we do need to talk this out.”

“Fine,” Knight breathed. “But not when we’re hungover.” He put his arm over his eyes, refusing to look at anything. “We need to be sober for that. So lie down and help me keep the damned room from spinning for a while, and then we can leave this cabin so maybe I can jump over one of the railings, because I think I’m going to die and that will make the whole damn thing a hell of a lot less painful.”

Day smacked his arm. “Fuck off,” he said with surprising gentleness, and then he settled and the room grew quiet.

It took a while, but the room stopped moving, except for the rocking of the ship that he couldn’t do anything about, and slowly he felt more and more human. Eventually he got up and went into the bathroom for some more water and decided that taking a shower might make him feel better.







Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends  his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Masters Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.

You can contact him at:  dirkgreyson@comcast.net
His web site is:  www.dirkgreyson.com
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