Sunday, February 10, 2019

Over My Head in More Ways Than One With @MeganSlayer #writing #valentines #romance

This year has been one for the record books. It's not even two full months into the year and I feel like I'm already behind. I don't mean a little. A lot. 

I've walked 105 miles so far which is good and only missed two days of exercise. For me, that's huge. 

As for writing, I had a schedule. I had a plan. Those went kablooey. Yep. One book took much longer than I thought and another didn't quite end up the way I wanted, so I had to redirect. I'm good when I have a plan, but this plan... oh boy. 

Then there's life stuff. The tot started driving. That'll give you a heart attack. We've got a new dog. Okay, we got her back in November, but she's a pup and we haven't had a pup in forever. Oh and the tot had mid-term exams. It wasn't so much him taking the tests, it was me trying to get him to and from said tests. Then there's college to consider and what does he need to be doing now to get into college. Makes my head hurt. 

Oh and it's almost Valentine's Day. I'll be spending it alone. Tot has a school function and DH will be working. What am I going to do? Hang loose with the critters and write. 

As much as I feel like I'm over my head and I'm stuck in Jell-o, I'm not as freaked out as I thought. I'm trying to take the hiccups in stride. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? 

But any good vibes you can send are welcome. Any thoughts on managing the stress would help, too. 

If you're interested in stress relief or a good read, then try Over My Head my Heart Attack story for Totally Bound. It's hot. 

Over My Head by Wendi Zwaduk 

Contemporary Erotic Romance
From Totally Bound

What happens when two opposites realize they have more in common than expected?

I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.

Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realize I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.

I hope.
Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.

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1 comment:

Tina Donahue said...

Wow, you have been busy. Hope things sort out soon. Great blurb and cover!