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Showing posts with label Loose Id. Show all posts
The Joys of Fall, by Rebecca Airies
Fall. It’s one of my favorite times of year. I know for some
it’s already creeping into winter, but here in Texas , it’s
still fabulous fall.
Yes, I love the cooler temperatures it brings, because after
a hot summer there’s usually nothing better than the mild days of fall before
winter hits. What I love most about this time are the occasions when everyone
gathers together.
When I was young, this time of year was always exciting
because of the food (mostly the candy and homemade fudge) and build up to
Christmas. I still like gifts and giving. Now, the best part of fall is
spending time with family and friends. Although I’ll admit, I still love the
food and especially the hot drinks that are synonymous to fall for me. Hot
cocoa, hot apple cider, and the traditional wassail.
Most of the year seems so hectic and it’s hard to find time
to gather and simply chat. During spring and summer, we talk on the phone or
through text, but seem to have schedule conflicts which prevent big gatherings.
Fall is a different matter. We make time. We get together
more often and spend time catching up with each other. The cell phones get put
down and the board and card games come out. Uno can get a little rowdy and
there is some plotting going on there.
Fall. The time of year can put a dent in my word count, but
I wouldn’t want to miss a moment of the fun.
Claimed by Three
by Rebecca Airies
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Kassius, Teague, and Berenger are dealing with serious
vandalism on their property, but they aren’t waiting any longer to claim Sephanie.
They intend to draw the beautiful, curvy woman into their lives with romance
and all the sex she can handle while they discover who is behind the trouble.
Sephanie has always wanted a menage and jumps at the chance
to date the three sexy men. Their first dates are everything she’s dreamed of
and leave her craving more. When vandalism and sabotage begins to focus on her,
Sephanie doesn’t understand it, but is determined to stay with her men.
The person behind the attacks won’t stop until he has what
he wants. And it seems like what he wants is Sephanie, Kassius, Teague and
Berenger are having none of it. Sephanie is their woman, and they’re going to
keep her safe.
Tagline: When attacks suddenly begin after she starts dating
three men, Sephanie must discover who’s behind it in order to claim her three
men.
EXCERPT:
Teague tugged her forward. She stumbled but went along.
There were a few other machines in the large building, but Teague went to a
door on one wall. He opened it and escorted her inside. Shelves lined the
storage and supply closet. On one side of the room, she saw a worktable and a
set of gray shelves above the workbench.
“Yes, that’s where I want you.” Teague guided her over to
the shelves. “See this?”
He reached past her and grabbed the shelf. His hand slid
into one of the boxes that separated the shelf into a grid. The particular part
of the shelf he grabbed had no divider on the interior, only a wooden strip
down the front. He pulled on it. The shelf didn’t move at all. He turned and
smiled at her.
“I see it. What’s so special about it?” She raised a brow.
Her mind readily supplied her with the possibility of him tying her to that
after she’d noticed it had no divider. It sent a surge of desire through her,
but she wouldn’t let him know that yet.
“Special, not much. I’m showing you it will hold you when I
fuck you hard, but since you still have an attitude, we’ll start off with a
spanking. Take off your shirt.” He turned to face her and let his gaze sweep
over her body.
A thrill of anticipation shot through her. Her inner muscles
clenched. The knot of need low in her belly intensified. She lifted her hands
and worked her fingers under the seal. Slowly, she separated it until the light
purple shirt hung open, teasing him with a thin strip of her flesh and
occasional glimpses of the slope of her breasts.
“Take it all the way off, Sephanie,” Teague ordered. His
voice dropped lower, and he stared at her intently.
She slipped the shirt off one shoulder, revealing her flesh
a little at a time. His gaze fixed on the hardened nipples of her breasts. He
and Kassius had taken her bra from her before she could put it on this morning.
She didn’t mind, especially since she knew he’d be touching her breasts in a
few moments.
She’d hoped for something such as this. In fact, she’d
planned to lure one of them away if they hadn’t made a move. She couldn’t
resist the urge to touch them anytime they were close.
Whenever she watched them walk or looked at them, desire
flared and began to build. After discovering how good their touch made her
feel, she’d chase them.
His hand extended in blatant demand. “Give it to me.”
She looked down at the shirt. With a shrug, she placed it in
his hand and watched him put it on a hook. Her thighs clenched. What will he do
now? She loved the orders and the dominance, even if she resisted sometimes
because she had to keep them from getting too arrogant.
“Face the worktable and unfasten your pants.” He glided
forward to stand close to her.
She opened the closure and began to push the pants over her
hips. His hands closed around hers, stopping the movement. His body pressed her
forward until her hips touched the edge of the table.
Rebecca Airies
Rebecca Airies
lives in Abilene, Texas. She cohabits with two very demanding cats that are
certain every flat space in the house belongs to them. She spends her time
writing, fighting the cats for the laptop desk, and dreaming up new ideas. She
loves creating fantasy, paranormal, and scifi worlds. She’s always working on
at least a couple of stories, because those characters are so persistent. When
not writing, you can find her playing cards with friends, reading, gardening,
crafting, and playing video games. Everyday life might be normal, but the
fantasies which inspire her writing are out of this world.
Handcuffed to Him, by Brenda Williamson
Ever since the bad breakup with handsome Michael Hollister, Lexi Ward has had only her job to keep her company. Believing the business will one day be hers, she soon learns that the terms of her inheritance have an outlandish twist when her boss dies unexpectedly. Desperate to hold onto the one important thing in her life, she agrees to the stipulations.
A year hasn't lessened the numbness Michael still feels over his breakup with Lexi. When his uncle, Lexi's boss, dies, the two are handcuffed together -- literally -- in a contest for the company. While his uncle's will gives him the means to garner revenge for their failed relationship, his lust takes command. The inevitable sexual trysts from being bound together ultimately change his endgame to winning back Lexi's love.
EXCERPT
Anxiety took a firm grip on Lexi Ward as she walked into the lawyer’s office. The moment she opened the door, her muscles tensed, constricting her airway, and making it hard to breathe.
“Ah, Lexi, please, come in,” Frank Nelson said as he rose from his seat behind his desk.
If it were possible to disappear, she would. She had already dressed for work when he called to give her the news about her boss’s death. While that news was upsetting enough, the presence of her old boyfriend made everything worse.
Michael Hollister’s devilishly enchanting stare locked on her. Like the proverbial startled deer caught in headlights, she stood trapped, a flood of memories rushing into her thoughts. The good ones moved to the forefront, reminding her of what it felt like to be in love. The tenderness of his passion had always made her feel safe. Then the bad memories elbowed the sweet sentiments out of the way.
His presence rattled her more than it should have. Almost a year had passed, and she still hadn’t recovered from their falling out. She didn’t think she ever would. Yet as much as she wanted to hate him, her lingering attraction pushed old desires to the surface.
Were his brown eyes darker, sadder? If they were, it had to be because his uncle was dead. That forlorn look wouldn’t be for her. She hadn’t seen him in months, though she had heard he was dating that viper who came between them.
His gaze moved down the length of her. It hovered in the area of her chest. Her skin dampened as heat flooded into her belly and radiated to all her limbs. Mindlessly, she put a hand to her chest. The lumpiness of her clothing reminded her she had thrown on her old bra, the comfortable one she wore to work. The thin fabric of her blouse did little to hide her suddenly spiked nipples.
Michael was behind many of her newly developed issues with self-esteem. Not usually self-conscious of her shape or her ample bosom, she folded her arms to hide her body’s betrayal to her anger.
Irritated that Michael still had power over her emotions, Lexi tore her gaze away. “What’s he doing here, Frank?” she asked the lawyer.
Frank Nelson had been her boss, Everett Hollister’s, lawyer for as long as she worked for Hollister Construction Company. His narrow frame, gray hair, and wrinkled face had always portrayed Frank as someone trustworthy. She seldom had dealings with the man, but he had proved to her in the ten years she had worked for the company he was every bit as honest as he appeared.
“He’s named in the will,” Frank answered.
“You never mentioned that when you called.” She glanced at Michael, expecting him to explain.
He remained silent.
“I thought this was all about me taking over Hollister Construction,” she said, resentment toward Michael pushing her toward a breakdown. “You said Everett named me as heir to his company, Frank.”
“It would seem,” Michael spoke for the first time. “My uncle had a little more planned than just handing over the reins to his business without any strings attached.”
As if an inferno sucked the air from the room, Lexi struggled to take another breath. She had seen Michael from a distance on several occasions, but they hadn’t spoken in six months. While his velvety rich tone sent a stream of fiery tingles to the tips of her fingers and toes, she’d not let his arousing voice smooth over the pain he had caused.
“What strings?” she asked, annoyed he knew more than she did. And what happened to manners? No Hello? How’ve you been?
“Ah, Lexi, please, come in,” Frank Nelson said as he rose from his seat behind his desk.
If it were possible to disappear, she would. She had already dressed for work when he called to give her the news about her boss’s death. While that news was upsetting enough, the presence of her old boyfriend made everything worse.
Michael Hollister’s devilishly enchanting stare locked on her. Like the proverbial startled deer caught in headlights, she stood trapped, a flood of memories rushing into her thoughts. The good ones moved to the forefront, reminding her of what it felt like to be in love. The tenderness of his passion had always made her feel safe. Then the bad memories elbowed the sweet sentiments out of the way.
His presence rattled her more than it should have. Almost a year had passed, and she still hadn’t recovered from their falling out. She didn’t think she ever would. Yet as much as she wanted to hate him, her lingering attraction pushed old desires to the surface.
Were his brown eyes darker, sadder? If they were, it had to be because his uncle was dead. That forlorn look wouldn’t be for her. She hadn’t seen him in months, though she had heard he was dating that viper who came between them.
His gaze moved down the length of her. It hovered in the area of her chest. Her skin dampened as heat flooded into her belly and radiated to all her limbs. Mindlessly, she put a hand to her chest. The lumpiness of her clothing reminded her she had thrown on her old bra, the comfortable one she wore to work. The thin fabric of her blouse did little to hide her suddenly spiked nipples.
Michael was behind many of her newly developed issues with self-esteem. Not usually self-conscious of her shape or her ample bosom, she folded her arms to hide her body’s betrayal to her anger.
Irritated that Michael still had power over her emotions, Lexi tore her gaze away. “What’s he doing here, Frank?” she asked the lawyer.
Frank Nelson had been her boss, Everett Hollister’s, lawyer for as long as she worked for Hollister Construction Company. His narrow frame, gray hair, and wrinkled face had always portrayed Frank as someone trustworthy. She seldom had dealings with the man, but he had proved to her in the ten years she had worked for the company he was every bit as honest as he appeared.
“He’s named in the will,” Frank answered.
“You never mentioned that when you called.” She glanced at Michael, expecting him to explain.
He remained silent.
“I thought this was all about me taking over Hollister Construction,” she said, resentment toward Michael pushing her toward a breakdown. “You said Everett named me as heir to his company, Frank.”
“It would seem,” Michael spoke for the first time. “My uncle had a little more planned than just handing over the reins to his business without any strings attached.”
As if an inferno sucked the air from the room, Lexi struggled to take another breath. She had seen Michael from a distance on several occasions, but they hadn’t spoken in six months. While his velvety rich tone sent a stream of fiery tingles to the tips of her fingers and toes, she’d not let his arousing voice smooth over the pain he had caused.
“What strings?” she asked, annoyed he knew more than she did. And what happened to manners? No Hello? How’ve you been?
S is for Sauerkraut Balls
Welcome to my Food Recipe themed 2014 Blogging from A to Z Challenge
I have two things I just love, love, love to do, write books and cook. Stop by everyday to see my favorites recipes and a glimpse of one of my books.
S is for Sauerkraut Balls
Ingredients:
8 ounces cream cheese
26 ounces sauerkraut, drained
2 tablespoons finely chopped onion
2 tablespoon dried parsley
1 pound ground hot sausage
1 tablespoon dry mustard
1/2 cup fine Italian bread crumbs
Seperate:
bread crumbs in bowl
beaten egg in bowl
Mix all ingredients in first list together. Roll into 1-1/2 inch balls.
Roll balls into bread crumbs, into egg and then into bread crumbs again. Refrigerate for several hours.
Deep fry at 350 degrees for 1 minute or until golden brown.
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Seducing His Lordship
by Brenda Williamson
Seducing His Lordship
by Brenda Williamson
A feisty lady of the ton is ready to seduce the viscount until he shows her his inner beast.
Handsome Lord Laramore is everything Lady Carmody wants in a husband. Except his two years of neglect forces her to take matters into her own hands to gain sexual favor. After spending exorbitant amounts of his money, and concocting a story of an illicit affair doesn’t work, she barges into his life, hoping to seduce him.
Gabriel married Carmody out of convenience. Little did he suspect he’d fall in love. However, a dark secret holds him at bay until the presence of her tantalizing body makes it impossible to ignore his hunger to mate. Only how well will his innocent wife handle his animal lust?
A is for Apple Pie
Welcome to my Food Recipe themed 2014 Blogging from A to Z Challenge
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A Sinful Tiger

When a rapacious beast hungers to mate, should a woman reject a sinful tiger?
Escaping her abusive boyfriend is easy: just abandon him during a sailing trip to the Caribbean. But when a storm traps Devra on a sandbar of an island cove, she's forced to go ashore. There, disoriented by too much wine, and vulnerable to affection, a mysterious man seduces her into bed, and leaves her thinking he's the tiger from her erotic dreams.
Gannon lives by the curse of a voodoo priestess. By day a man, by night an animal, he struggles against the affliction that makes him especially dangerous to women. Then he encounters Devra. His instincts as the tiger demand he mate with her, but as a man, he fights the urge until her sultry plea defeats his human will.
Can passion cure a curse when an old evil surrounds the lovers? Only time will tell if her beauty can tame his beast.
I have two things I just love, love, love to do, write books and cook. Stop by everyday to see my favorites recipes and a glimpse of one of my books.
A is for Apple Pie
Ingredients:
6 Granny Smith apples, peeled, cored & sliced
1-1/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
4 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 deep dish pie crust doughs
1/4 cup milk
4 teaspoons butter
1 tablespoon sugar for spinkling
Mix first sugar, cinnamon, flour & cornstrach, stir in apples. Pack into pie crust, dot with butter, cover with pie crust top, cut several small holes into crust for vents, brush top crust with milk & sprinkle sugar.
Bake 400 degrees for 50 minutes.
1-1/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
4 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 deep dish pie crust doughs
1/4 cup milk
4 teaspoons butter
1 tablespoon sugar for spinkling
Mix first sugar, cinnamon, flour & cornstrach, stir in apples. Pack into pie crust, dot with butter, cover with pie crust top, cut several small holes into crust for vents, brush top crust with milk & sprinkle sugar.
Bake 400 degrees for 50 minutes.
A Sinful Tiger

When a rapacious beast hungers to mate, should a woman reject a sinful tiger?
Escaping her abusive boyfriend is easy: just abandon him during a sailing trip to the Caribbean. But when a storm traps Devra on a sandbar of an island cove, she's forced to go ashore. There, disoriented by too much wine, and vulnerable to affection, a mysterious man seduces her into bed, and leaves her thinking he's the tiger from her erotic dreams.
Gannon lives by the curse of a voodoo priestess. By day a man, by night an animal, he struggles against the affliction that makes him especially dangerous to women. Then he encounters Devra. His instincts as the tiger demand he mate with her, but as a man, he fights the urge until her sultry plea defeats his human will.
Can passion cure a curse when an old evil surrounds the lovers? Only time will tell if her beauty can tame his beast.
Pineapple Sponge Cake
I love to eat and I love to cook. With that comes always trying out new-to-me foods and recipes, and ultimately experimentations that can go good or bad, depending on how adventurous I am in a given day. Desserts are my favorite. The simpler the better. So here's a cake that leans on the healthier side of eating. And it only has 2 ingredients.
Pineapple Sponge Cake
Ingredients
1 box angel food cake mix ( any brand)
1 20 ounce can crushed pineapple
In a bowl mix the two ingredients together until fluffy. Pour into 9 x 13 oblong ungreased baking dish. Bake 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes.
Helpful Tips:
Let cool and then chill in the refridgerator. Afterwards, slice and place on a plate, covering with plastic wrap loosely. Do not seal in air tight container. Trapping the moisture eventually makes them too moist. Add a dollop of whipped cream to dress it up.
Bound for the Beast by Kay Berrisford: Researching ‘The Horned One’
Shifters! Man-beasts! They’re all the rage now, but they’ve been pretty damn popular since, oh, about the Stone Age, as I discovered when researching my new novel.
Bound to the Beast is the tale of Herne the Hunter. A Greenwood legend, Herne’s origins can be traced to Norse and Anglo-Saxon myth and further back into the mists of time, to the horned gods of Celtic religion, such as Cernunnos. Even more ancient, antlered headdresses have been found Yorkshire, England, dating from the Mesolithic era, around 10,500 years ago.
The first written record of the name Herne the Hunter is found in Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor, as late as 1597, and his popularity burgeoned after the publication of William Ainsworth’s novel, Windsor Castle, in 1842. Ainsworth’s Herne had his origins in the reign of Henry II, a wronged and vengeful antihero who later haunted the forest and surprised Henry VIII in the guise of a shadowy, horned ghost.
Indeed, the image of Herne is ingrained in English folklore, where he is often portrayed as a god of hunting or a protector of the fair folk. He is sometimes believed to be the leader of the Wild Hunt, an army of the undead (medieval zombies, if you like!) who were believed to sweep across England on the eve of great disasters, such the Norman Conquest or the Black Death. Dark, huh? On a lighter note, Herne must enjoy his drink, because many English pubs bear his name to this day.
In Bound to the Beast I had immense fun recreating Herne as an immortal spirit who shifts to display the antlers of a stag when his passions are stirred. Once the leader of a Celtic tribe, my Herne was gifted his crown of antlers by the Mother Goddess after sacrificing his human life for his people. He been roaming the Greenwood for over fifteen hundred years, till in 1588, he faces his greatest dilemma. The ships of the Spanish Armada are circling English shores, and invasion is threatened once more. Will he lead the Wild Hunt again, letting England fall in his wake? Or will Herne let somebody heal his fifteen-hundred-year-old broken heart, and learn to love instead?
So no wonder I had fun writing my novel. I had over ten thousand years of history and legend to inspire me.
Thank you so much Brenda for letting me blog here today.
Available from Loose Id
England, 1588 When a fairy betrothal ritual goes wrong, village lad Tam is bonded to Herne the Hunter. Warrior, legend, and Greenwood spirit, Herne once led the terrifying Wild Hunt, an army of the undead who rode as harbingers of doom. When his passions are stirred and his blood is up, Herne sports the antlers of a mighty stag.
Herne could be the lover Tam secretly craves, but Herne’s past makes him fear the brooding warrior will enslave or kill him. While Herne admires Tam’s toughness and humor, he has rejected love—as he has sworn off leading the Wild Hunt—and wishes only for solitude. To break their betrothal, they must travel into the Greenwood, a realm of magic and bondage where their desires for each other grow dangerously irresistible, and the Wild Hunt bays for their blood.
As the threat rises, Herne’s mastery and compassion realize Tam’s darkest sexual fantasies. Soon he’s no longer fighting for his freedom, wishing to be bound to this beast forever. But can Herne’s tortured heart be reawakened? And if so, will their love destroy them both, or prove Herne the Hunter’s greatest weapon?
Excerpt:
A roar shattered through the clearing, obliterating Tam’s final words and setting the green fire spurring. A dark figure of a man—no, surely this being was too large to be a man—reared through the flames, picked up Calleagh as if she weighed no more than a kitten, and tossed her from the circle. Then he rounded on Tam.
Moonshine glimmered on the newcomer’s bold features that contorted with fury, his square jaw shadowed with beard. Tam had felt tall amid the fairy company, but this goliath had him edging backward, feeling small.
And naked.
Tam grabbed at his sagging breeches, tightening the laces before they descended about his ankles. The newcomer’s gaze impaled him, making him shudder as if he’d been stripped entirely. The great man’s brow was broad, and from his wild mane surged a pair of enormous antlers split into many twisting branches, each flashing like ivory blades. Tam’s passions raced, his every sinew stiffening where just moments ago he had labored halfheartedly beneath Calleagh’s touch, and terror crippled him.
He knew this beast.
He may never have seen him before in his waking life, but Tam faced a legend among Greenwood spirits, one who could truly make him suffer for his mistake.
“Herne the Hunter?”
Herne narrowed his midnight-blue eyes, fury smoldering, and thrill vied with Tam’s dread.
Herne’s thighs were as solid as the oaks framing the dell, while the laces fastening his sleeveless surcoat drew tight to contain the mass of his shoulders and chest. Tam urged his feet to carry him away, even if the ring of fire scalded him, but too late. Herne grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him so hard his head ached.
“Are you the reason I have been called? Did you trick her into wedding you?”
“I take nobody against their will,” shouted Tam, doing his best to sound brave. He stared awestruck at the man’s antlers. “You…you had no right to interrupt us. You do not understand.”
Herne leaned over him, sniffing his hair like a cat would a rat to determine whether it was fit to eat. “Honey and spice. You reek of vanity, boy. Stealing a fairy maid from her family is the cruelest act of all.”
“I didn’t steal anyone. She wanted me.”
Tam wriggled but couldn’t break free. Herne clamped his wrists, holding them fast. Nausea rolled though Tam. Was this part of a trap laid by Calleagh and her sisters? Before God, he’d heard enough of the wiles of fairy folk, and Herne possessed the strength to rip his limbs off and see his blood drain for the foul spirits of Niogaerst. Or would Herne impale him on those frightful antlers? Maybe that had been Calleagh’s true sport all along.
Desperation cracked his voice. “I’m the one who’s been tricked. Yes, that’s it, tricked! Please. Let me go, sir.”
Herne tilted his head, confusion passing over his hard features. “Do I…know you?”
The relentless emerald flames pressed them closer, Herne’s tightening grip prompting so many fuddling sensations that words failed him. His mind demanded he kick the beast in his balls and make a run for it, but once again his body refused to obey. He stared up at Herne’s smoldering eyes, his skin weather-beaten and browned yet marked only by the finest of lines.
A further revelation struck.
Now I understand the true meaning of beauty.
Herne growled, pulled Tam to him so their bodies pressed flush, and smoothed his thumb along the line of Tam’s cheekbone. Tam flinched as if he’d been branded with an iron, yet the contact sent blood coursing through his veins and rushing straight to his loins.
When Herne’s mouth claimed his, Tam yearned to be dominated, to be consumed in his flames like a helpless moth. He parted his lips, letting Herne devour him, balling his fists into the leather of Herne’s surcoat to urge him on, and relishing the scrape of Herne’s coarse beard against his chin. Herne tasted of herbs and the verdant depths of the forest. Amid the rage of life, Tam sensed also the stillness of rock, the brute strength of ages, and savage, tearing pain.
He kissed back, his tongue slick against Herne’s, letting the passion of their union quash the remnants of his alarm. If this was the means by which Herne punished him, then he would not resist a jot. He did not even care if the man kissing him bore the antlers of a stag or the cleaved hooves of the devil. Not when Herne cupped Tam’s arse with his massive hands, dug in his fingers, and squeezed so hard his flesh sang. Tam’s arousal jutted against Herne’s thigh, and—oh sweet spirits—Herne’s huge cock pressed into Tam’s tight belly, setting him awhirl with desire.
Herne tore his lips away from Tam’s as quickly as he had claimed them. Tam gazed up into his dark blue eyes, reading boundless suffering, insatiable yearning—and a glimmer of reflected gray light, too dull to be moon or enchanted flame. Indeed, both moon and flame had fallen away. The first light of morning crept from the easterly edges of the dell.
Herne relinquished Tam from his embrace. Still trembling in the aftermath of the kiss, Tam stumbled back, but not far. The green ribbon that he’d tied about his wrist now entwined Herne’s too, binding them together, and it stopped him short.
He stared anew at Herne the Hunter, who appeared equally perplexed by the ribbon pulled taut between them. He looked at Herne’s huge, ragged antlers. His awareness of everything that had happened prior to their kiss trickled back, and a sickening realization overthrew his desire. The question escaped his lips before he comprehended its full horror.
“You kissed me and bound me to you in the circle of fire before dawn. Does that not make you and I…betrothed?”
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Kay Berrisford
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From Idea to Completion: The Birth of a Novel
On a recent discussion on facebook, I was asked to talk a little bit about my writing process. I thought this was an interesting topic, because the path from idea to finished book is unique for each author. Sometimes it’s unique for each story. I thought I’d share with you today the process of how I came up with the idea for my latest release, Velvet Steel, and how I developed that idea into the story that released on January 17th.
Every writer has different things that inspire their muse. My muse likes to have drinks with my husband. :p After a couple of glasses of wine we end up having these odd conversations. After a few more drinks we end up making outrageous dares of one another. The idea for Velvet Steel came from a dare I made my husband to come up with the most outrageous title for a story in publishing history. He thought for about five seconds before he said “Velvet Steel.”
I said the idea had potential, but what would the story be about? He said that it would be about a steel company owned by the Velvet family.
It was in that moment that Velvet Steel was born.
I wrote the idea down in the “idea” folder on the computer, and for the next month I rolled the concept around in my subconscious.
Then Loose Id had a submissions call for “Battle of the Sexes” themed stories. These were stories where the hero and heroine were at odds throughout the story. Whether it was competing companies, opposing teams, or opposite sides of an issue, they wanted stories where the main characters were locked in a battle.
I had my conflict. What if the owners of Velvet Steel were at odds with a competing company?
After some more thought, I had the characters in my head. I headed over to babynames.com and found names for my characters. I knew I wanted it to be a ménage, and the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the two male leads needed to have a relationship of their own. I thought about the story some more, and then plotted it out.
From here on in, my writing process is always the same for every book. After plotting, I know about how long it is going to be and then fit it into my writing schedule. When it comes time to draft (which can be anywhere from two weeks to one year later), I go over the plot and do what is known as a “fast draft.” Here I write as much as I can, as fast as I can. The idea is to just get the story out on paper. It’s messy, very messy. There are plot holes and character inconsistencies. Half the time my characters are just talking heads, no personality, no spark. Depending on the length, this could take me anywhere from one day (~5k) to a month (~50k).
Then, if I’m not under deadline, I let it sit for at least a week. This is important, because I don’t want to be too close to the story when I start the edits.
I make a first pass of the story. This is where the real work begins. I add description and setting. I give the characters personality and smooth my transitions. I fix dialogue and mannerisms. I layer in foreshadowing and symbolism, then fix inconsistencies. Depending on length, this can take anywhere from three days to one month.
Then I make a final pass. Here the reading is smoother and I fix spelling, grammar, and any small stuff I missed the first time around. Then I format according to the publishing house’s style and voila! It’s finished.
From start to finish, it takes me ~4 weeks to write a 20-30k novella, and 6-8 weeks for a category length novel. Single title stories take me about 10 weeks to complete. If I’m not under deadline, I’ll work on three stories at a time: one in edits, one in drafting, and one in the plotting stage. If there’s a deadline then I’ll work on one story exclusively.
So there you have it. This is how I write. I should add that this is how I write NOW. Writing habits can change over time. My process in 2012 isn’t the same process I had in 2011, or 2010. As my career evolved my process changed to meet the changing demands. I’m constantly tweaking the process to make it fit changes in lifestyle or my career plan. I’m sure if you ask me a year from now what my process is, it will be slightly different from the plan I’ve outlined today.
What do you think? Does it make sense or do you think I’m nuts? :p If you’re a writer, do you have a similar method? Where do you get your ideas?
In the meantime, here’s a little bit about my new release, Velvet Steel…
Love Immortalized, Destinies Fulfilled
Velvet Steel
by Suzanne Rock
ISBN: 978-1-61118-737-3
Available from Loose Id
BLURB:
Shane and Noah set out to seduce Kitty Velvet into selling them her family’s struggling steel company on their terms. They plan a weekend of deception and sexual adventure to convince her to give up the business she had spent her life keeping afloat. As they begin their passionate getaway, things don’t go as planned. Instead of putting their rival out of business, they gain deeper feelings for the feisty blond – and for each other. With their world upside down, Shane and Noah must now decide if business ambitions are worth losing a chance at something bigger than money, and more precious than owning a steel empire.
Kitty has worked hard to keep Velvet Steel afloat, but changing technologies and the growth of their rivals have made the company’s continued viability almost impossible. As she embarks on an erotic weekend to distress and regroup, she develops feelings for two strangers who turn out to be the very men who had made her life a living hell for the past year. Is saving her family business worth losing her only chance at love?
EXCERPT:
“Well, Ms. Kitty, would you like to dance?” Shane asked.
“Don’t be silly, Shane, of course the lady would like to dance.” Noah stood, blocking her view of the dance floor. “She wouldn’t be here otherwise, would she?”
Kitty agreed. “You want me to dance with both of you?”
“Would you prefer only one of us?” Shane’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I --” She shifted her gaze between the men. While Shane was broad and rugged, Noah was long and lean. Black hair, cut on the short side, curled around his ears and gave him a scholarly appearance. There was nothing scholarly about his body, however. Hard and chiseled, Noah looked like one of those international soccer players she liked to watch during the World Cup.
“I’ve heard dancing with two men can be more…stimulating.” Noah’s voice trickled over her like a caress. “Isn’t that right, Shane?”
Kitty noticed how Noah’s voice hardened on his friend’s name and stifled a wince. How could she be such an idiot? She had probably offended them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to --”
Shane glanced at his friend and frowned. “No, we are the ones who are sorry.” He removed his fingers from her thigh and smiled. “A beautiful lass like you probably has a man waiting for her.”
“No, no man.”
“Good.” Shane’s features softened as he brushed her cheek with his knuckle. “Then you have no excuse not to dance” -- he flicked his gaze to Noah -- “with both of us.” He returned his attention to her. “Come on.” He stood and held out his hand.
This was so sudden. Kitty had a ritual. First she’d have her martini and evaluate the crowd; then she’d pick out someone who seemed nonthreatening. Then she’d approach him and offer to buy him a drink.
“Come on.” Shane winked and tugged her to her feet. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
Kitty stared at Shane’s back as the men led her away from the table. This whole thing seemed surreal. Taboo was infamous for its sexually charged atmosphere. Stepping on the dance floor was like taking part in an orgy without actually having sex. No, sex was saved for the reserved areas and VIP rooms upstairs. The dance floor was for displaying a person’s sexual prowess and for capturing a lover for the evening.
Soon she would be joining the erotic fray -- with two dance partners. The thought of the three of them pressed close together caused her skin to tingle with anticipation. It would be different. Exciting. Just what she needed to forget about her father and Velvet Steel.
Shane dropped her hand and started to move. Kitty stood, stunned at the large man’s gracefulness. Shane seemed like he had been born on the dance floor.
Noah stepped up from behind and touched her shoulder. “Go on, don’t be shy.”
Kitty closed her eyes and concentrated on the techno beat, letting it infuse her body. Gradually the weight of the world fell away, and she became light-headed. She tilted her head back and lifted her arms in silent salutation to the strobe lights above.
First she swayed her hips. When she found the rhythm, she swished her arms in time to the music. It was divine. She let the music lift her spirit up into the rafters and blank her mind to all but the steady thrum of the beat.
Shane snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She could tell it was Shane because his broad chest surrounded her in heat and sexual energy. Noah’s thinner frame could never pull off such a feat. She felt good in Shane’s arms. Safe. Her position as the CEO’s daughter had forced her to have a tough-as-nails attitude, but now, with these men close to her, Kitty felt herself letting go, becoming more malleable, submissive. She wanted to lean into all that hard muscle and cocoon herself away from the world, if only for a little while. Kitty molded her body against his and let herself become lost in the music.
Shane’s grip tightened. “You smell like cherries.” He slipped his knee between her legs.
“My shampoo.” What made her say that? It didn’t matter. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest. It felt so intimate. Their hips began to move as one. Heat poured through her body as she rubbed her thighs against the rough fabric of his jeans. She imagined herself, legs spread, his hard cock thrusting deep inside her body. Would he be gentle like the man she’d found the last time she was in the club? She hoped not. All week Kitty had had to make tough decisions for work. Tonight she wanted to be controlled and dominated. She didn’t want to have to think.
Shane leaned forward and traced the rim of her earlobe with his tongue. “You taste good enough to eat.”
Another hard body pressed against her back. “Let me try, Shane.” Noah kissed the base of her neck. Kitty moaned as liquid heat shot through her center and settled between her thighs. How did these men know just what she wanted? Kitty's skin tingled as every inch came into contact with hard, male muscle. She felt as if she were drowning in testosterone, and God help her, she loved it.
“You’re right. She is sweet.” Noah repeated the kiss, this time letting his tongue linger on her skin. “She purrs just like a kitten too.”
Kitty’s lower abdomen clenched, and her thighs became damp with need. She closed her eyes and bit back a groan as Noah’s lips once again brushed her skin.
“How interesting.” Shane inched his hand down until it rested on her hip. “I wonder if you can make her purr louder so I can hear it better over the music.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Noah wrapped his hand around her middle and slid his fingers under her top.
Kitty opened her eyes in surprise. His touch felt warm, much warmer than she'd expected in the air-conditioned club. She held her breath as Noah eased his hand under her bra.
"Oh, Shane, you need to feel this," he said.
Shane arched his brow and leaned back to study her face. "Too much for you, lass?"
Kitty slowly shook her head. It wasn't too much to have these two men surrounding her. In fact, it felt just right.
Shane smiled. "Good, because Noah and I are just beginning."
_______________________________________________Suzanne Rock Bio:
After over a decade in the scientific world, Suzanne needed a creative outlet. She tried scrap booking, cooking, crocheting, painting, and piano, none of which held her interest for very long. Then one of her friends suggested writing. Thrilled with the idea of creating her own worlds, she opened up her lap top and never looked back.
When Suzanne’s not writing, she can be found playing with her two daughters, testing her husband’s latest kitchen creations, or curled up with her favorite romance novel in her central Massachusetts home.
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Thank you, Brenda, for having me and helping me kick off the CAN’T FAKE THIS BLOG TOUR. I'm so excited to announce my debut will be out Dec. 6 with Loose, Id. It's funny how things work out. CAN'T FAKE THIS started out on a whim. At the last minute, I decided to enter this 10,000 word contest. I’d written spicy mainstream, but this was my first dive into erotic waters. I didn’t win the contest, but after having what I thought was a good start, I added some more words and low and behold, this erotic became the first manuscript I sold.
The blog tour is kicking off now, and there will be a huge blog party on my website Dec. 6 where 12 authors will be doing 12 give-aways to go along with the 12 Days of Christmas theme in the story. Best sellers & RITA nominees from various genres will be there! Here’s the list of authors: Kimberly Killion, Judi Fennell, Cynthia Eden, Cat Johnson, Susanna Carr, Katie Reus, Ella Jade, Catherine Mann, Desiree Holt, Paige Tyler, Juliet Burns, and Mercy Celeste. I can barely stop myself from jumping up and down in glee thinking about all these fabulous authors visiting me! Mark your calendars and visit Casey Crow on Dec. 6 to win great books and other prizes!
CAN’T FAKE THIS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world. Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…temptation in a hot package. For more, check out the book trailer and excerpt! The story definitely has my “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” trademark, but one of the things I like best about it is the relationship between Anna and her best friend. Like me, Anna goes to her best gal pal for advice and more often than not, whenever she needs to vent. Best friends never judge, no matter what stupid thing you do. They accept you for you and tell you the true, even if you don't want to hear it.
Can't Fake This
by Casey Crow
EXCERPT
Marisol and I sat on her back porch, drinking hot chocolate on another relatively warm afternoon for December. God, I loved the South, where sixty degrees isn’t unusual for the height of winter. Even so, a flame blazed in the fire pit located in the center of her coffee table.
“Have you made a decision?” Marisol asked. She pushed around the remnants of the homemade smores our kids created earlier as she searched for more marshmallows to add to her cup. “It’s been over three weeks, and you were wrong. You said I’d pine for two weeks, but I’m still moping around barely able to function.”
“Has he contacted you?”
“At first, he would text every couple of days. Nothing big. He asked how I was. Stuff like that. I kept it light and distant, then today he sent me a message asking how was he ever going to get over me.”
“Did you reply?”
“No. I wanted to tell him, I’ll let you know when I figure out how I’m going to get over you, but then I got another message. Said he missed me all the time and it wasn’t just about sex. That he simply loved being with me.”
Marisol’s mouth dropped. “He’s seriously in love with you.”
I nodded.
“How do you feel?”
I took a big gulp of hot cocoa. “I’m attracted to him, but there’s more. I love him. He makes me laugh and feel good about myself. Chase cherishes and protects without dominating. He lets me be me and loves me for that.”
“Do you still think it’s a rebound thing?”
“No. I’ve done some serious soul searching, and all I could come up with is yeah, Frog number one should have been the jumping off board, but why dive again when I’m already over my head in love?”
Marisol sat her cup down and leaned forward to garner my full attention. “Take a chance. Don’t be afraid and risk happiness for the sake of obeying the post-divorce books.”
I rubbed my forehead, letting her words sink in.
“Call him.”
I glanced at her.
“Better yet, go see him.”
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Do you have a story about you and your best friend? An embarrassing moment? Mine involves a fender bender in high school. I wasn't driving, but distracting my friend singing Elvira. I pretty much made her run into this guy's truck, and he had such crush on her. Well, maybe not so much after she scratched his pride and joy. Are there any touching stories you'd like to share? I'd love to hear about them!
Casey Crow
Casey Crow is a Summa Cum Laude graduate from the
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Gabriel married Carmody out of convenience. Little did he suspect he’d fall in love. However, a dark secret holds him at bay until the presence of her tantalizing body makes it impossible to ignore his hunger to mate. Only how well will his innocent wife handle his animal lust?
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