Showing posts with label Dark Desires of the Druids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark Desires of the Druids. Show all posts
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Saturday Excerpt: Murder & Magick
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday Excerpt
Today I'm over at Slip into Something Victorian posting an excerpt from Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex and Subterfuge. (only $10.54 in print at B&N and $4.99 in e-book form)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Romantic Times Everything Erotica
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Saturday Excerpt
Every Saturday at Slip into Something Victorian we're posting excerpts 
from our books. Yes, they're mostly Victorian (1837-1901) America, England, wherever, but since we don't always stick to one time frame, there will be others, as well.
Today I'm over there with an excerpt from Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder & Magick. I hope you enjoy!
Leave a comment or ask a question to enter to win a free download of Tryst, the prequel to Murder & Magick!
from our books. Yes, they're mostly Victorian (1837-1901) America, England, wherever, but since we don't always stick to one time frame, there will be others, as well.Today I'm over there with an excerpt from Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder & Magick. I hope you enjoy!
Leave a comment or ask a question to enter to win a free download of Tryst, the prequel to Murder & Magick!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Dark Desires of the Druids: Temptations and Treachery I admit, this was an additional story. I'd always wanted to tell Isadore's story, but the overall arc of my Druids was a trilogy. Then I realized just how perfect Isadore and James were together. How could I resist? Especially when prim & proper Isadore wanted more--more action, more adventure, more romance? I caved, and James Blackthorne did, too. *G*
Only available in ebook form: here and here (for only $2.49) and anywhere else you can buy ebooks.
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
James hovered over Isadore’s chair, feeling protective toward her, and the need to distance Dinshaw from her. When they’d come up with this plan, he hadn’t counted on Dinshaw being taken with Isadore. Or Isadore’s reaction to him.
The council was gone, as was his carriage. Takoda lurked outside, and Irisi was back at Morgana’s house pretending they were all there.
“I think everyone believed our little scene,” Dinshaw said. He grinned at Isadore and James wanted to rip him to pieces.
“You’ve very convincing, Allen,” James said, deadpan. “I almost believed you.”
Dinshaw merely grinned and said to Isadore, “I’ll be at the North American with my business associates. Will the two of you lie in wait?”
“Maybe not lie in wait,” Isadore laughed. James saw red. “But we’ll be here should anyone try to enter your home.”
“Is there anything else we need to do?” he asked, pathetically excited over the entire endeavor.
“No.” James stated. “Wouldn’t want you to be late.”
“No, no,” Dinshaw said, standing, “of course not.” He kissed Isadore’s hand, smiled down at her. James grabbed his arm and hustled him out of the room.
“We’ll be here,” he repeated. “Make sure you protect yourself, don’t go off alone. And don’t come back too soon.”
Dinshaw nodded, gathering hat, cane, gloves. “Oh, I’ll be several hours at least.”
“Excellent.”
James hung back from the door, making sure no one saw him. The entire point of their plan was to make Dinshaw’s house the most appealing tonight.
“I’ll be back late, Alfred!” he called to his butler. James rolled his eyes. The door closed behind Dinshaw with a decisive click.
“There was no need to push him out the door,” Isadore said from beside him.
“Yes there was.”
“Oh?”
“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” he growled, pulling her to him.
“James,” she chuckled, “he’s a consummate flirt, nothing more.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve become very possessive of you.” He pulled back and looked at her. “I hope that isn’t a problem?”
He wasn’t sure he cared if it was. Isadore was his. In their short time together, he’d grown closer to her than anyone in his life. He wanted her more, he needed her more. The only thing stopping him from beating Dinshaw to a bloody pulp was the knowledge they needed him, and his house, for their plan to work.
“No,” she whispered. “But it might be when I return to England.”
“If I let you go.”
Only available in ebook form: here and here (for only $2.49) and anywhere else you can buy ebooks.
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
James hovered over Isadore’s chair, feeling protective toward her, and the need to distance Dinshaw from her. When they’d come up with this plan, he hadn’t counted on Dinshaw being taken with Isadore. Or Isadore’s reaction to him.
The council was gone, as was his carriage. Takoda lurked outside, and Irisi was back at Morgana’s house pretending they were all there.
“I think everyone believed our little scene,” Dinshaw said. He grinned at Isadore and James wanted to rip him to pieces.
“You’ve very convincing, Allen,” James said, deadpan. “I almost believed you.”
Dinshaw merely grinned and said to Isadore, “I’ll be at the North American with my business associates. Will the two of you lie in wait?”
“Maybe not lie in wait,” Isadore laughed. James saw red. “But we’ll be here should anyone try to enter your home.”
“Is there anything else we need to do?” he asked, pathetically excited over the entire endeavor.
“No.” James stated. “Wouldn’t want you to be late.”
“No, no,” Dinshaw said, standing, “of course not.” He kissed Isadore’s hand, smiled down at her. James grabbed his arm and hustled him out of the room.
“We’ll be here,” he repeated. “Make sure you protect yourself, don’t go off alone. And don’t come back too soon.”
Dinshaw nodded, gathering hat, cane, gloves. “Oh, I’ll be several hours at least.”
“Excellent.”
James hung back from the door, making sure no one saw him. The entire point of their plan was to make Dinshaw’s house the most appealing tonight.
“I’ll be back late, Alfred!” he called to his butler. James rolled his eyes. The door closed behind Dinshaw with a decisive click.
“There was no need to push him out the door,” Isadore said from beside him.
“Yes there was.”
“Oh?”
“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” he growled, pulling her to him.
“James,” she chuckled, “he’s a consummate flirt, nothing more.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve become very possessive of you.” He pulled back and looked at her. “I hope that isn’t a problem?”
He wasn’t sure he cared if it was. Isadore was his. In their short time together, he’d grown closer to her than anyone in his life. He wanted her more, he needed her more. The only thing stopping him from beating Dinshaw to a bloody pulp was the knowledge they needed him, and his house, for their plan to work.
“No,” she whispered. “But it might be when I return to England.”
“If I let you go.”
Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday Exerpt: Dark Desires of the Druids: Desert and Destiny
Dark Desires of the Druids: Desert and Destiny, can you tell I love alliteration? You have no idea how hard it was to come up with these, and 
I'm rather proud of all my titles. So, Gareth. The tough alpha male who doesn't know how to show his feelings, his affection. One fiance left him, and now there's this woman in his life. Good thing Arabelle doesn't take any of his shit!
Available in bookstores here and here, and online here (for only $2.49!)and here.
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
Gareth sat on his cot and listened to the evening sounds. The diggers and bearers talked in loud groups off to one side, but he didn’t interfere. Arabelle assured them they were safe enough here with the guards the diggers would set out, but that wasn’t what concerned him.
His body’s reaction to the mere thought of her was instant. He wanted her, he always did. Gareth began to believe he’d never get enough of her. It scared him, but at the same time –
“Gareth?”
Arabelle’s whispered voice cut through the night, startling him out of his thoughts of her. She poked her head into the tent, and he stood, gesturing her in. Still fully clothed in her khaki dig clothes, she stood awkwardly there, staring at him for several long moments.
“I wanted to thank you for last night,” she said. “I should have before, but I didn’t want,” she moved her hands in a helpless motion and shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want the others to hear me.”
For the first time, Gareth had a strange notion. Did she think he was ashamed of her? Ashamed of what they did? Unreasonably angry over that thought, he shook his head. How to make her understand he wasn’t?
“We’ve all been in that position at one point or another with Corwin’s accusations.” That wasn’t what he wanted to say, it wasn’t how he wanted to explain himself.
“Yes,” she nodded, holding herself back. He could see the tension in her shoulders. “Well I just wanted to thank you.”
She started to back away, out of the tent, and he was desperate to stop her. Gareth stepped forward, closing his fingers about her arm. “You look cold,” he said stupidly, wishing for something better.
No wonder Raven left him. That thought niggled at the back of his mind, something she’d said the other day during their argument.
“Here,” he continued, offering her the cot. “I’ll start a fire.” She started to protest, but he grinned at her. “A magickal fire. It’s all the rage; I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about them.”
Arabelle laughed, and he saw her relax. Fishing for something to talk about, without making her angry, Gareth settled for what little they had in common.
“I’m sorry you had to be there,” he said. “You should’ve let me kill Corwin when I had the chance in that warehouse.” He smiled to take any sting out of his words. But she didn’t seem to take offense.
“Possibly,” she shrugged, “but he still has enough followers to make things difficult for us. Still, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it would’ve been better to rid ourselves of him then. I’ve taken precautions,” she added, “and I understand you and Lords Preston and Granville have as well?”
“Some,” he agreed, no longer holding onto the anger he had whenever Preston’s name was mentioned. “But we have limited resources here.”
She rose and moved in a small circle around the magickal heat. Staring at the orb, she said, “I wonder what we’re going to find tomorrow. I’ve speculated on this.”
She looked up at him in concentration, excited concentration as if this were a new find. And he supposed it was, and as she was an Egyptologist, this would be exciting for her on many levels.
“I’ve wondered, so many times on what’s in the repository, what the ancients stored for us. If you knew your civilization was going to halt, to stop, to end what would you store? What would you keep for others to find?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’m not sure I can answer that tonight. I hope,” he smiled, taking her hand and drawing her next to him again, “the ancients took more time in compiling whatever they hid.”
“I wonder. Sometimes, you don’t know – you don’t believe – that things will change.” She shook her head and he heard the frustration in her voice at not being able to express herself. But she all but bounced next to him in excitement. It was contagious.
“That you won’t wake up to a new world. Would they prepare? Did they have the time? Or was it too late?” She turned to look at him and in the dim artificial light he saw her enthusiasm. “It was such a long time ago, I wonder if we’ll ever know.”
Cupping her face, he smiled at her. “You’re so beautiful when you’re enthralled like this. When you’re passionate.”
Arabelle smiled back. Then, surprising him she leaned forward and kissed him. Her body was warm against his as she shifted, controlling the situation.
“Make love to me,” she said against his mouth.
I'm rather proud of all my titles. So, Gareth. The tough alpha male who doesn't know how to show his feelings, his affection. One fiance left him, and now there's this woman in his life. Good thing Arabelle doesn't take any of his shit!Available in bookstores here and here, and online here (for only $2.49!)and here.
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
Gareth sat on his cot and listened to the evening sounds. The diggers and bearers talked in loud groups off to one side, but he didn’t interfere. Arabelle assured them they were safe enough here with the guards the diggers would set out, but that wasn’t what concerned him.
His body’s reaction to the mere thought of her was instant. He wanted her, he always did. Gareth began to believe he’d never get enough of her. It scared him, but at the same time –
“Gareth?”
Arabelle’s whispered voice cut through the night, startling him out of his thoughts of her. She poked her head into the tent, and he stood, gesturing her in. Still fully clothed in her khaki dig clothes, she stood awkwardly there, staring at him for several long moments.
“I wanted to thank you for last night,” she said. “I should have before, but I didn’t want,” she moved her hands in a helpless motion and shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want the others to hear me.”
For the first time, Gareth had a strange notion. Did she think he was ashamed of her? Ashamed of what they did? Unreasonably angry over that thought, he shook his head. How to make her understand he wasn’t?
“We’ve all been in that position at one point or another with Corwin’s accusations.” That wasn’t what he wanted to say, it wasn’t how he wanted to explain himself.
“Yes,” she nodded, holding herself back. He could see the tension in her shoulders. “Well I just wanted to thank you.”
She started to back away, out of the tent, and he was desperate to stop her. Gareth stepped forward, closing his fingers about her arm. “You look cold,” he said stupidly, wishing for something better.
No wonder Raven left him. That thought niggled at the back of his mind, something she’d said the other day during their argument.
“Here,” he continued, offering her the cot. “I’ll start a fire.” She started to protest, but he grinned at her. “A magickal fire. It’s all the rage; I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about them.”
Arabelle laughed, and he saw her relax. Fishing for something to talk about, without making her angry, Gareth settled for what little they had in common.
“I’m sorry you had to be there,” he said. “You should’ve let me kill Corwin when I had the chance in that warehouse.” He smiled to take any sting out of his words. But she didn’t seem to take offense.
“Possibly,” she shrugged, “but he still has enough followers to make things difficult for us. Still, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it would’ve been better to rid ourselves of him then. I’ve taken precautions,” she added, “and I understand you and Lords Preston and Granville have as well?”
“Some,” he agreed, no longer holding onto the anger he had whenever Preston’s name was mentioned. “But we have limited resources here.”
She rose and moved in a small circle around the magickal heat. Staring at the orb, she said, “I wonder what we’re going to find tomorrow. I’ve speculated on this.”
She looked up at him in concentration, excited concentration as if this were a new find. And he supposed it was, and as she was an Egyptologist, this would be exciting for her on many levels.
“I’ve wondered, so many times on what’s in the repository, what the ancients stored for us. If you knew your civilization was going to halt, to stop, to end what would you store? What would you keep for others to find?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’m not sure I can answer that tonight. I hope,” he smiled, taking her hand and drawing her next to him again, “the ancients took more time in compiling whatever they hid.”
“I wonder. Sometimes, you don’t know – you don’t believe – that things will change.” She shook her head and he heard the frustration in her voice at not being able to express herself. But she all but bounced next to him in excitement. It was contagious.
“That you won’t wake up to a new world. Would they prepare? Did they have the time? Or was it too late?” She turned to look at him and in the dim artificial light he saw her enthusiasm. “It was such a long time ago, I wonder if we’ll ever know.”
Cupping her face, he smiled at her. “You’re so beautiful when you’re enthralled like this. When you’re passionate.”
Arabelle smiled back. Then, surprising him she leaned forward and kissed him. Her body was warm against his as she shifted, controlling the situation.
“Make love to me,” she said against his mouth.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday Excerpt: Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex and Subterfuge
Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge now out in papaerback from Red Silk Editions in bookstores here and here and online here and here. 
Ahh, Lucien, how I adore thee. Hunky sexy magicker who's strong enough to love a woman more powerful than he is. Plus there's that sexy dining room table scene. *le sigh*
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
Morgana waited until she couldn’t see David from her front windows before returning to her bedroom. Lucien was there, naked, by the window. The heavy curtain was pulled only slightly back, and she wondered if anyone could tell he stared into the morning from directly across the street.
What did he do before coming into her life? No simple English earl, that was for certain.
“What did he want?” Lucien asked as the curtain fell back into place. He turned and looked at her, his eyes unreadable.
“Me,” she said. Then shrugged and untied her dressing gown.
“Too bad,” he growled and before she blinked, he was before her. She was held tight against him, the hard length of his body. “You’re mine.”
Morgana barely had time to nod before his lips were on hers. Lucien gently pushed her onto their bed, one hand already finding its way underneath the damask dressing gown she wore.
“Your skin is smooth as silk,” he said. “I’ll never tire of feeling you under me.”
“Lucien,” Morgana breathed, unbelievably aroused at his words, his possessiveness. Shocked at her own need, her own desire to be his.
Ahh, Lucien, how I adore thee. Hunky sexy magicker who's strong enough to love a woman more powerful than he is. Plus there's that sexy dining room table scene. *le sigh*
Pppssst...have you entered my Title Contest?
Excerpt:
Morgana waited until she couldn’t see David from her front windows before returning to her bedroom. Lucien was there, naked, by the window. The heavy curtain was pulled only slightly back, and she wondered if anyone could tell he stared into the morning from directly across the street.
What did he do before coming into her life? No simple English earl, that was for certain.
“What did he want?” Lucien asked as the curtain fell back into place. He turned and looked at her, his eyes unreadable.
“Me,” she said. Then shrugged and untied her dressing gown.
“Too bad,” he growled and before she blinked, he was before her. She was held tight against him, the hard length of his body. “You’re mine.”
Morgana barely had time to nod before his lips were on hers. Lucien gently pushed her onto their bed, one hand already finding its way underneath the damask dressing gown she wore.
“Your skin is smooth as silk,” he said. “I’ll never tire of feeling you under me.”
“Lucien,” Morgana breathed, unbelievably aroused at his words, his possessiveness. Shocked at her own need, her own desire to be his.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday's Excerpt Murder and Magick
Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder & Magick. This is my first published book, now out for 2 years (seriously, time does fly!) I'm very proud of it and absolutely adore the cover! It's now 
available for the Kindle for 99¢, but also on Ravenous, All Romance eBooks, B&N, and anywhere else you can think of to buy ebooks.
Oh, and don't forget my Title Contest!
Excerpt:
With another growl, he pulled her across him, boots forgotten, to attack her mouth. “Minx.”
She merely offered a smug smile and drew him closer.
Silken under his mouth, her skin heated from his touches. The cottage lay in darkness. Though he’d have preferred to see his lover in the full light of the sun, he knew her body well enough to bring her to pleasure every time.
She was right of course; things could no longer go on as they had been. Mac didn’t care as he entered her, and that bone-deep satisfaction settled over him, sheathed in her wet warmth.
God, this was heaven. Nothing in this world or, he was certain, the next could compare to being inside Raven. He couldn’t give this up, wasn’t sure how to give her up.
Savoring each thrust, the way she moved against him, Mac let the moment play out, let it stretch into the heated air around them, each of holding the other’s gaze.
And then it snapped. Raven cried his name and rode her orgasm out beneath him, hips grinding against his, a picture of wild and wanton beauty.
His to hold, his to delight in. As his own climax overtook him, Mac’s last coherent thought echoed through him.
Raven was his.
Need won over duty.
available for the Kindle for 99¢, but also on Ravenous, All Romance eBooks, B&N, and anywhere else you can think of to buy ebooks.Oh, and don't forget my Title Contest!
Excerpt:
With another growl, he pulled her across him, boots forgotten, to attack her mouth. “Minx.”
She merely offered a smug smile and drew him closer.
Silken under his mouth, her skin heated from his touches. The cottage lay in darkness. Though he’d have preferred to see his lover in the full light of the sun, he knew her body well enough to bring her to pleasure every time.
She was right of course; things could no longer go on as they had been. Mac didn’t care as he entered her, and that bone-deep satisfaction settled over him, sheathed in her wet warmth.
God, this was heaven. Nothing in this world or, he was certain, the next could compare to being inside Raven. He couldn’t give this up, wasn’t sure how to give her up.
Savoring each thrust, the way she moved against him, Mac let the moment play out, let it stretch into the heated air around them, each of holding the other’s gaze.
And then it snapped. Raven cried his name and rode her orgasm out beneath him, hips grinding against his, a picture of wild and wanton beauty.
His to hold, his to delight in. As his own climax overtook him, Mac’s last coherent thought echoed through him.
Raven was his.
Need won over duty.
Friday, November 19, 2010
The Romance Studio contest
I don't know why I did it, I mean I'm not planning on being online much this weekend, but I signed up to be a part of The Romance Studio's Thanksgiving Party.It starts November 20 and runs through November 23, and I'll be giving away a print copy of Dark Desires of the Druids: Desert & Destiny, so stop on by!
Psst: I hear one of the grand prizes is a nook...
And don't forget my Title Contest!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Murder and Magick on All Romance eBooks
I just noticed that Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder & Magick is #1 under Historical Other on All Romance eBooks! With a nifty silver star...what does that star mean? Anyone know? I'll have to scour their site.
Historical Other...I guess they got tired of categorizing historicals, there are a lot and they already have Historical--Ancient, America, Gothic, Regency, and Medieval. I'm thinking they should have Historical 20th Century, too. I hate to say it, makes me feel old, but the 20th century is of the past...and enough on that particular topic!
Oh, neat! OK, the silver star means "ARe Best Seller: This means that the title has either been a Category Best Seller or a Top 10 Best Seller"
I'm good with being a category best seller!
Historical Other...I guess they got tired of categorizing historicals, there are a lot and they already have Historical--Ancient, America, Gothic, Regency, and Medieval. I'm thinking they should have Historical 20th Century, too. I hate to say it, makes me feel old, but the 20th century is of the past...and enough on that particular topic!
Oh, neat! OK, the silver star means "ARe Best Seller: This means that the title has either been a Category Best Seller or a Top 10 Best Seller"
I'm good with being a category best seller!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday Musings
Lots going on in the month of August. Finished up a blog tour for Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex and Subterfuge, went on vacation, and came back to 1 rejection and 1 request.
The rejection was very honest and straight forward, and didn't have anything to do with my writing or with the story, Paranormal Investigations. The rejection was to do with the market, and honestly I can accept that! Paranromals are a very crowded market. Personally, and OK I'm the author:) but I think that Paranormal Investigations is different than most. But hey, I'll keep trying.
Now, from the same editor, the request. It wasn't for Paranormal Investigations, but a story I'd started and set aside to work on the Egyptian contemporary. (Which is completely plotted and 3 chapters in, but alas.) So this new story, a very dark and different Regency, is the goal for this week.
For a limited time only on All Romance Ebooks, Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder and Magick is free. And don't forget to get the free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
The rejection was very honest and straight forward, and didn't have anything to do with my writing or with the story, Paranormal Investigations. The rejection was to do with the market, and honestly I can accept that! Paranromals are a very crowded market. Personally, and OK I'm the author:) but I think that Paranormal Investigations is different than most. But hey, I'll keep trying.
Now, from the same editor, the request. It wasn't for Paranormal Investigations, but a story I'd started and set aside to work on the Egyptian contemporary. (Which is completely plotted and 3 chapters in, but alas.) So this new story, a very dark and different Regency, is the goal for this week.
For a limited time only on All Romance Ebooks, Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder and Magick is free. And don't forget to get the free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
Monday, August 23, 2010
British nobility
For most of July I did a blog tour, so many blogs, so much desire to recycle them. For the remainder of August and probably much of September, I plan on using them. I'm blog-burned out for the moment, so this is the best I can manage. :)
My lord! My lady! My Lord in heaven, seriously-stop already! Tedious isn’t it? And yet as historical writers, we have to get it right. Not just right, but dead on. Because those who read historicals? THEY KNOW! And if you make a mistake, and it gets printed, forget it.
Peerage basics are actually fairly complicated so basics is a misnomer. There are sites and books who spell it all out fare better than I, but here you go. (If you want a much more comprehensive site on it, try here.)
My one pet peeve of historicals: Why are there so many dukes?
Still, don't forget the order from lowest to highest:
Sir and Lady/Dame and Lord (non hereditary)
Baronet and lady (hereditary but don't hold seats in the House of Lords)
Baron and Baroness
Viscount and Viscountess
Earls and Countesses
Marquess and Marchioness
Duke and Duchess
Prince and Princess
King and Queen
You probably figured out those last 2 eh? Yeah. So there you have it, the order of titles. More importantly, what can you do with all that formality today?
Different ranks and different family relations are addressed in different manners. Today, it's a lot simpler than Jane Austen, even Georgette Heyer. Trust me, that's a bit relief!
Your heroine can now get away with calling the hero by his first name, as would close family and his closest of friends. Strangers would still refer to him in the proper manner-by his last name or title. Isn’t it amazing what a little modern thinking can get you? And how intimate it makes everything?
Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge available now in bookstores. Free short Story: Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
British Nobility
My lord! My lady! My Lord in heaven, seriously-stop already! Tedious isn’t it? And yet as historical writers, we have to get it right. Not just right, but dead on. Because those who read historicals? THEY KNOW! And if you make a mistake, and it gets printed, forget it.
Peerage basics are actually fairly complicated so basics is a misnomer. There are sites and books who spell it all out fare better than I, but here you go. (If you want a much more comprehensive site on it, try here.)
My one pet peeve of historicals: Why are there so many dukes?
Still, don't forget the order from lowest to highest:
Sir and Lady/Dame and Lord (non hereditary)
Baronet and lady (hereditary but don't hold seats in the House of Lords)
Baron and Baroness
Viscount and Viscountess
Earls and Countesses
Marquess and Marchioness
Duke and Duchess
Prince and Princess
King and Queen
You probably figured out those last 2 eh? Yeah. So there you have it, the order of titles. More importantly, what can you do with all that formality today?
Different ranks and different family relations are addressed in different manners. Today, it's a lot simpler than Jane Austen, even Georgette Heyer. Trust me, that's a bit relief!
Your heroine can now get away with calling the hero by his first name, as would close family and his closest of friends. Strangers would still refer to him in the proper manner-by his last name or title. Isn’t it amazing what a little modern thinking can get you? And how intimate it makes everything?
Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge available now in bookstores. Free short Story: Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Murder and Magick free!
For a limited time only on All Romance Ebooks, Dark Desires of the Druids: Murder and Magick is free.
Losing her virginity can mean ruin for a Victorian lady. For Raven Drake, it means freedom to explore her sexuality. As a magicker in hiding, Raven subscribes to her culture’s less prudish philosophy. She wants to experience every erotic sensation imaginable.
Malcolm, Lord Preston, desires her from the moment he sees her, and doesn’t allow society’s rules to stand in his way. More than happy to introduce Raven to the pleasures of sex, he doesn’t expect to fall in love with her.
Their tryst is a welcome distraction from witch hunters and political maneuverings. But can it overcome the weight of another man’s ring on her finger?
Sex and Subterfuge in bookstores now! And don't forget to get the free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
Losing her virginity can mean ruin for a Victorian lady. For Raven Drake, it means freedom to explore her sexuality. As a magicker in hiding, Raven subscribes to her culture’s less prudish philosophy. She wants to experience every erotic sensation imaginable.
Malcolm, Lord Preston, desires her from the moment he sees her, and doesn’t allow society’s rules to stand in his way. More than happy to introduce Raven to the pleasures of sex, he doesn’t expect to fall in love with her.
Their tryst is a welcome distraction from witch hunters and political maneuverings. But can it overcome the weight of another man’s ring on her finger?
Sex and Subterfuge in bookstores now! And don't forget to get the free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Workshops
Why I like workshops.
I don't like all the workshops I attend, and have been known to walk out of them. It doesn't mean the speakers didn't go a good job on their topic, it just means that either I A) had to choose between two (or more) workshops and want to catch the end of another or B) thought it might help in my writing and then realized the speaker and I were coming from two different starting points.
But overall, I respect the people who get in front of others and talk about anything!
The best thing I ever learned in my writing was in a workshop: Every scene must count toward the overall plot. You'd think that, sure, but honestly at the time of hearing that I was still a fan of writing scenes I wanted to write. No longer! I was going to write to the plot, to the end, to the
Happily Ever After!
Seriously, it was a revelation.
So even if I only go to a handful or workshops, they all have what I want. To learn more to further my writing. It's an evolving experience!
Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge on sale now at your favorite bookstore. And don't forget my free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure!
I don't like all the workshops I attend, and have been known to walk out of them. It doesn't mean the speakers didn't go a good job on their topic, it just means that either I A) had to choose between two (or more) workshops and want to catch the end of another or B) thought it might help in my writing and then realized the speaker and I were coming from two different starting points.
But overall, I respect the people who get in front of others and talk about anything!
The best thing I ever learned in my writing was in a workshop: Every scene must count toward the overall plot. You'd think that, sure, but honestly at the time of hearing that I was still a fan of writing scenes I wanted to write. No longer! I was going to write to the plot, to the end, to the
Happily Ever After!Seriously, it was a revelation.
So even if I only go to a handful or workshops, they all have what I want. To learn more to further my writing. It's an evolving experience!
Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge on sale now at your favorite bookstore. And don't forget my free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Why I do RWA
There are reasons for and against it, but I'm being positive so will 
list the reasons why I am doing RWA this year. (In no particular order)
Today the blog tour is taking me to D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters! Want to read Chapter One of Sex & Subterfuge? Stop on by!
list the reasons why I am doing RWA this year. (In no particular order)- Meet online friends!
- Have a drink with these online friends that you now know what they look like.
- Meet other writers in various stages of their career and get to know how they're doing, what they're doing, and what their career plans/goals are.
- Pitch to an editor or agent! You never know who's going to like your book, it only takes one.
- Workshops-these are the best reason. Other conferences have them, too, so if RWA is too expensive or too far for you, try to go to any writing conferences and workshops. They're worth it.
Today the blog tour is taking me to D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters! Want to read Chapter One of Sex & Subterfuge? Stop on by!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Getting ready for RWA
I leave in a day and am I packed? Nope. I'll get there, it's only a carry on and a few days, and the suitcase is right...there...mocking me with its open emptiness.
RWA: I'm really looking forward to going there, it's been a couple years and there are several workshops I'm looking forward to attending. Plus, it's a great chance to meet up with virtual friends!
Today I'm over at Simply Sexy Stories for Day 12 of Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge virtual blog tour!
RWA: I'm really looking forward to going there, it's been a couple years and there are several workshops I'm looking forward to attending. Plus, it's a great chance to meet up with virtual friends!
Today I'm over at Simply Sexy Stories for Day 12 of Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge virtual blog tour!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Learn something new
Ture, I'm a librarian and deal with a lot of people every day, but it's also true that I learn something new. I like that aspect of my job, learning.
It's also true in writing. I may think I know what happened when, but once you get into the nitty gritty of it all, the real research, the facts of the matter, it's a different story entirely. My favorite? Taking X and making it into a story. Doesn't matter what X is (and no I won't be going into an algebra problem here!)
X is whatever you find fascinating. X is whatever you want to use for your story. X is whatever you wish it to be.
That's what makes writing and life! so fun. Learning. Once you close your mind, it's all over.
~By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.
Richard Dawkins
Virtually speaking, I'm over at Bad Girl (And Bad Boy) Writer's Block with DAY 11 of Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge's blog tour. And what am I talking about today? You'll never guess. :)
It's also true in writing. I may think I know what happened when, but once you get into the nitty gritty of it all, the real research, the facts of the matter, it's a different story entirely. My favorite? Taking X and making it into a story. Doesn't matter what X is (and no I won't be going into an algebra problem here!)
X is whatever you find fascinating. X is whatever you want to use for your story. X is whatever you wish it to be.
That's what makes writing and life! so fun. Learning. Once you close your mind, it's all over.
~By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.
Richard Dawkins
Virtually speaking, I'm over at Bad Girl (And Bad Boy) Writer's Block with DAY 11 of Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge's blog tour. And what am I talking about today? You'll never guess. :)
Friday, July 23, 2010
Traveling
Virtually traveling, I'm over at Diary of a Literary Goddess with DAY 10 of Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge's blog tour.
Physically traveling is another story. Last weekend I went to Washington, D.C. and had a great time. This brought up where to vacation next. Let's stick to the United States for the purposes of this blog. Otherwise it'd read something like I WANT TO SEE IT ALL!!!!!!!!
I'd love to see every state in the Union. I'm not sure what I'd do in Kansas, but there has to be something I'd be interested in!
Physically traveling is another story. Last weekend I went to Washington, D.C. and had a great time. This brought up where to vacation next. Let's stick to the United States for the purposes of this blog. Otherwise it'd read something like I WANT TO SEE IT ALL!!!!!!!!
In no particular order:
Alaska has always been a dream. A nice (small) cruise up the coast with some time on land to really see America's largest state.
Hawai'i of course. Pearl Harbor, the beaches, that volcano you can climb, I can't remember the name. Pele? No, that's a soccer player. Or maybe it's similar.
The Grand Canyon. I went there once, 12+ years ago and loved it. Did the mule ride down the trail which was way cool, but hurt my derrière by the end!
I'd love to see every state in the Union. I'm not sure what I'd do in Kansas, but there has to be something I'd be interested in!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Day 6
I had a FANTASTIC time in DC. It was hot, but it was a great time. Did the train to Union Station, nice Westin in downtown, then did the Smithsonian (both Air & Space museums), the Mall, the Good God it's hot why did I pick a weekend in July?! And overall had a wonderful time. I want to do it again, there's so much I never got to see. And just walking around there were signs for even more things to do. I'm definitely planning another trip!
DAY 6 BLOG TOUR is over at Domestically Challenged Momma. What genres do you love to read, but most importantly, would you read a book by a favorite author in a totally different genre?
And don't forget, Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge is in paperback now. And my free short, Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
DAY 6 BLOG TOUR is over at Domestically Challenged Momma. What genres do you love to read, but most importantly, would you read a book by a favorite author in a totally different genre?
And don't forget, Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge is in paperback now. And my free short, Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Day 5
Wow, it's early today! Never stay out late with friends on a work night. I guess my mom knew what she was talking about when she tried to drill into my head "Never stay out late on a school night!" 6:15 came early, and the day looks very long before me!
I'll survive. Lots to do to get me through the day, work, plotting, and Day Five of the Virtual Blog Tour. Today I'm at Romantic Journey talking about alternate history and how fun it is to play.
I'll survive. Lots to do to get me through the day, work, plotting, and Day Five of the Virtual Blog Tour. Today I'm at Romantic Journey talking about alternate history and how fun it is to play.
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