I thought I’d take a break from my writing updates (and I’ve managed to make 9 of the 11 days of writing at least 1k), to let everyone know about this awesome contest.
Oops, I forgot to post my update yesterday! I was up to my eyeballs (as usual), but things should settle down today. 
Day two and three of my 1k a day challenge were a success! I finished the chapter I was working on for the zombie smut book I’m co-writing with the awesome Del Dryden, and have started expanding a short story I’d written so I can send it off to my editor at Ellora’s Cave. My goal is to have that short done and edited by the end of next week so I can send it off. With luck it will be sooner.
My next project is still up in the air. I have two books I could work on. One is book four of my Long Shots series. I’m 2/3 of the way through the first draft, so it’s likely to win. I also have a revise and resubmit on a paranormal that I’ve been sitting on for a while. That might be project two. We’ll have to see what my muse says. 
This weekend will be a bit of a challenge for me. I am going camping, so being able to write 1k a day might not work. I’ll take my notebook along with me (the paper version ) and see what I can do.
Hello everyone! Well I’m happy to report I did well for day one of my personal challenge. I managed to get 1900 words written and ran for 6km. I also got to hang with my family, which is always important.
Day two will prove a bit harder to squeeze everything in, but I’m going to push to get things done. Tonight we are taking the minions to see Captain America, so I’ll have to try and get my writing in before that. I’ll do my weight workout when I get home.
I’ll keep you posted.
I need a kick in my ass kicked. No, seriously. I’ve been pretty quiet for July (though my husband would argue that was a much needed rest), and am finding myself going a bit stir-crazy. So while I’ve promised the husband I would take the whole summer off, I think I’m going to set myself a small challenge instead.
Cause…you know. I’m nuts.
So my challenge is this. I’m going to attempt to write 1k a day for the month of August. This will help get me back into the crazy swing of things come September (I normally write a lot more than 1k a day) and yet, won’t kill me. I’m also going to throw in the added challenge of committing to exercising at least 20 mins a day. Yes, that does include taking my dogs for a walk, but every little bit, right? I’ll post my daily results on the old blog here and you guys can either join me in posting your own challenge results, or throw dirty socks at me if I don’t live up to mine.
If anyone is interested in participating, then comment in this post. If not, I hope you’ll help cheer me on.
I love to hear from those of you who read my books. With all of the insanity that the publishing industry inspires, it’s nice to know that there are people out there who not only want to read my books, but are also excited about them. This is a humbling experience.
Periodically, I receive emails from readers about my Eternal Bond series. When I originally wrote The Bond That Ties Us, I’d never envisioned it to be anything more than a stand-alone novel. However, additional plots sprung from that first one and we ended up with a series.
Now, I’ve ended the books at four and wasn’t planning on going back to do any more. New ideas and universes have pulled me to different places. But I know there are some of you out there who would be interested in hearing more tales from the Eurus colony.
So, I’m doing a reader poll! My question to you is would you read another Eternal Bond book if I were to write one?
I have to say I love getting “stuff” made up for my books. There’s really nothing like it. In preparation for Romanticon in September, I jumped on the romance trading card bandwagon. I wanted to get a few made up for the Bounty series and these are the result. I’m super thrilled with how they turned out. I’ll be handing these out at Romanticon and I hope to see everyone there.
For you night hawks or people who want to have a giggle, I’ll be the guest tonight on Linda Mooney’s Other Worlds of Romance blog radio. Here are the deets!
Show Link: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/other_worlds_of_romance
Date: July 11, 2011
Time: 11 pm et/10 pm ct/8 pm pt
The show is a “mature” show, so I will be reading some naughty stuff. I hope you’ll stop by and listen in!
A touch. A lick. A tickle. A slap… or maybe forget the foreplay and get right down to penetration.
It is all a matter of preference. Depends on what some find makes for a good love scene?
Tastes vary and so do characters. Sometimes you have to listen to what the characters want.
What? Who cares about the characters! What about the reader? What about what they want?
Well, I try to take into account that some readers like it hot, and some like it slow and simmering, but I can’t read the readers’ minds.((Sigh)) Alas, all I can read are my characters’ minds and figure what he or she is thinking at this particular moment in this particular scene.
To me the characters are very much like a lover in my own bed. I have this desire to fulfill their needs, understand their cravings and do my best to satisfy their wants.
Not every lover is the same and it is a fine line to dance when you have two lovers and making sure they are pleased. Sometimes it is not always possible to give them the release they so rightfully deserve and it hurts me but I have to admit I like making them pant and writhe in agony, pent up with frustration and screaming for more.
Naughty author! Yes, I am. And no, I’m not.
I tend to write on the sensual side. So my characters tend to love the slow build up, the errant touch, the side glances, the smell and touch of hair brushing over a shoulder. My heroine’s find the way a man’s legs look encased in jeans sexy as hell and if she catches a peek at some flesh and tight abs, she is salivating. My males let their hands and lips explore in the dark and the whispering sound of clothes being shed turn him on and get him hard.
Bringing them to new heights, getting them to that pinnacle where their senses turn to mush and their bodies so hot they can ignite the sheets is my mission but not my ultimate goal. Passion is not just two bodies wrapped around each other and interlocked, it is more of sense of being wanted, desired, craved and elevated. I try to listen to each a character and infuse their thoughts and feelings into each stroke of their fingers and thrust of their tongues.
Still the seduction and the salty taste of flesh in the throws of ecstasy are not enough for me or my lovers, they still require more. Such needy and greedy lovers! They want the emotional aspect, that inner-soul-deep-penetration that only a true lover can reach; that inner massage that goes below the surface of the skin and squeezes the heart and tightens the groin muscles simultaneously.
I like to look beneath the beautiful veneer and ask my characters to open themselves up in a way that is more vulnerable than just spread their legs or standing for all to see nude. It is more than the slow tease, it is the sneak peek inside their hearts, the way their eyes reveal secrets long buried, or deciphering the sound of their sighs, or sometimes it the scars, bumps, and lines on their palms that tell tales. Characters are secretive creatures, never wanting to reveal too much, it is up to me to coax and tempt them to show what they truly want and give them love that they crave. The desires long dormant brought to the surface and satisfied with more than just an orgasmic release but coupled with the soul satisfying knowledge that they have bonded with another soul that will love them forever.
About the Author:
Gabriella Hewitt is the pen name of creative writing talents Sasha Tomaszycki and Patrizia M.J. Hayashi. Together they weave tales of romantic suspense and dangerously sensual paranormals. Check out their new paranormal romance series: OUT OF THE SHADOWS, the first book in their Shadow Warrior Series from Samhain Publishing. Visit the Gabriella Hewitt website www.gabriellahewitt.com for their blog tour schedule.
Happy Friday everyone!! It’s a beautiful day here in Christineland and I’m looking forward to enjoying it. This weekend I’ll be puttering around my new house, doing a lot of the outdoor things I’d been putting off. Weeding, watering and clipping.
But while I’m out doing that, I’ll be working on my latest WIP in my head. I’m nearly done the first draft and would like to get everything wrapped up by the end of July. Then, I’ll be taking August off. I hope.
Today marks the print release of Don’t Ask, Never Tell. This is the anthology that Chasing Phoenix will be appearing in. I’m there along side my good friends Wylie Kinson with her story Law Of Averages, and JK Coi and her story The Morning After.
Of course I would hope you would like to read Chasing Phoenix, but if you haven’t read the other two stories in this antho, you really must. Let’s say I’m completely honored to be included in a book with these two lovely ladies.
I’ve also learned that The Bond That Consumes Us is 
making it’s way to print on Tuesday, July 12th!!! This is book three in the Eternal Bond series, and I think my personal favorite. Taber was one of those characters who came to me complete, brooding and very male. To be able to hold this book in my hands will be a treat I can’t explain.
Finally, I’m excited about Torchwood starting up tonight. Now, I’m still torn. I hated the end of Children of Earth.
SPOILER ALERT – Stop reading if you don’t want to know.
*waiting*
Okay, so Ianto was my favorite character. Yes, I was devastated that he was killed off. That wasn’t my issue with the show. They killed kids. I don’t watch any shows that hurt children. It’s my own personal quirk. There is enough of that shit going on in real life, that I don’t want to see it in my entertainment. I honestly didn’t think I would even want to see the show again.
*okay spoilers done*
However, I’m an addict. And I love Captain Jack. So….much to my husband’s tease about me flip-flopping…I’m going to give Miracle Day a shot. If they behave themselves, I’ll keep watching.
Predictions from me…
Rhys will die by the end of the series.
Knowing me, I’ll post some reactions a bit later on.
Have a great weekend everyone!
It’s here! It’s here!!
For those of you who have been following my Bounty series, I hope you are as excited about today as I am. No Master is a dark, sexy, m/m BDSM story about Korbin, the Admiral of the Black and his second in command, Zain.
Here’s a little taste of what you’ll find!
Blurb:
No man in the galaxy inspires more fear than Korbin, the Admiral of the Black. His life as leader of the pirates leaves little room for trust, so when Korbin’s second-in-command disappears without a trace, he suspects the worst.
Zain Strand has left his life as a sex slave behind and risen within the pirate ranks. But he’ll abandon it all to rescue an old friend from recapture by the slavers—even if that means a suicidal confrontation with his old master. He doesn’t expect Korbin’s arrival, doesn’t want Korbin’s help…but Korbin gives Zain no choice.
Posing as Master and slave to infiltrate a slave auction, Korbin and Zain embark on a journey of lust that rapidly reveals their deeper feelings. When Zain’s old master discovers their ruse, Korbin must do everything in his power to save both their lives and their newfound love.
Excerpt:
“Clayson wouldn’t be Prem’s only client. If he is here on Markarian, then he’d attend the slave auctions. Prem would setup a retreat before the big event to loosen up the buyers.”
Korbin didn’t need Zain’s memories to know what that would mean. The image of his young advisor, a spiked metal collar welded around his neck and lash marks scoring his back, would forever be engrained in his mind.
“You know if you want to get her back we’ll have to go in there. We need information and that’s the best place to get it.”
Zain closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I know.” I have to do this. I can do this. I will, to get her out.
“If it’s a retreat, I can always go alone. Pose as a trader looking for some new stock.” Without thinking, Korbin rose and crossed the room to Zain. “It might be better.”
The tremulous thoughts stilled in Zain’s mind, until they were gone completely. When he straightened and opened his eyes, Korbin was shocked at the complete calm radiating from him.
“You won’t get in the door on your own. Plus, I’ve done some prep work we can use.”
“Oh?”
“When I was tracking Prem, I had to set myself up as a trader to gain access to certain information. You can use that identity to get into the retreat.”
Korbin sucked in a soft breath at the image of himself splayed out on a large bed, Zain crawling slowly up his body. The younger man could no longer make eye contact, his hands fiddling with a data pad.
“I have the details here, sir. You’ll need to review them and let me know if we need to make any slight modifications. No one on Prem’s crew has seen me, so there won’t be any problems for you to assume the identity.”
Korbin didn’t say anything. In his mind, Zain was licking a trail across his stomach, but he didn’t know anymore if these were Zain’s thoughts or his own. Pain radiated from his groin, his cock trapped at an odd angle in his pants. He needed to get into the shower to relieve himself soon, or else there would be serious damage.
“Do you have any questions, Admiral?”
“What are you not telling me, Zain? You think I don’t recognize that tone?”
“What tone?”
“The one you use when you’re trying to placate me long enough to fix a problem you don’t want me to be aware of.” Korbin snorted and leaned back in the chair, giving his cock a bit more room. “I’m always aware.”
Zain’s soft sigh said nearly as much as the Gods, I hate him some days thought. “You will need a sex slave.”
Somehow, he figured it would be something like that. “There’s no way around it?”
“No. You won’t be accepted without one. Most of the traders are their own best clients. You can learn a lot about them from how they treat their slaves. What they do and where they do it. If you go alone, you won’t be invited into any of the inner circles. That’s where we’ll find the most useful information.”
“So I need a slave.”
Zain nodded.
“You don’t have to do it. We can find someone else.”
“No time. They will know if you bring in a fake anyway.”
Before he could ask how, Zain rose to his feet and pulled his tunic up over his head. Korbin had never seen him in any state of undress, an impressive feat given the close quarters they all shared. Other than that first day and the glimpse of Zain’s abused back, the young man had been very careful. Now, starting at the black symbol—a brand—scored into the smooth flesh of his chest, Korbin understood why.
“While I know a few people willing to get one of these, I don’t think it will be necessary when I am already equipped to do the job.”
Fear mixed with determination washed over Korbin. Wolf hadn’t mentioned the stone’s ability to project a subject’s emotions along with his thoughts. If he had, Korbin wouldn’t have been so quick to connect to Zain, knowing the darkness that lurked below his cool exterior.
“No one but me will touch you.”
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