100 years later...
Well, it feels about that long since I last updated this blog. I'm not great at keeping up to date with these things, plus I try to spend as much time writing as I can, That doesn't leave too much time over for blogging, but I do have a few updates to make.First, I just sold Book1 in a paranormal series to Total - E- Bound. Book 1 is entitled End of the Line. The novel involves vampires, but books 2 and 3 will include an incubus and an angel for good measure. Pre-orders are available from July 1st. I'm also 50k in to book 2, which is tentatively titled A Temptation too Far. Here a tinsy snippet
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“Do you think I might be made of ivory and rose leaves?” Eden asked some time later, when Sully returned with his afternoon snack.
Sully handed over the apple, and then resumed a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed. “No.”
“But I am rare and precious like ivory.” Eden’s fingers preened at his smooth cheek. “I’m as soft and delicate as rose leaves.”
“You’re as delicate as rose thorns.” Sully opened up the book once again. “And I have always found ivory distasteful.”
The incubus gave Sully a condescending glare through his lashes. “You did not find me so distasteful with your rigour-mortised prick up my backside, Mr Vampire.” He raised the apple to his lips and took a vicious bite.
Sully returned his attention to the page while Eden munched vigorously through crisp apple. The sharp tang of the boy’s arrogance flared to life between them once again. Sully had assumed the incubus’s relapse to spoiled brat mode would please him, or at least reassure him everything was back to how it was in the beginning. Yet for some unsettling reason, it did not.
He resumed reading the prose aloud, but whatever had captivated the incubus to silence had broken now. The grating crunch of the fruit’s flesh churning in Eden's mouth chaffed on Sully's nerves until he could bear the noise no longer. He closed the book, very carefully so as not give a hint of his exasperation.
“Why did you stop?” Eden wiped flecks of apple from his lips. He tossed the core at the corner of the room, leaving a splat of juice on the wall. The core thudded to the wooden floor missing the bin he’d evidently been aiming for. “Do Lord Henry and Dorian Gray ever get to fuck? Are you too embarrassed to go on?”
Sully gazed steadily at the incubus's smirk. “Pick that up.”
Eden opened his mouth as if to throw out an objection. Sully continued to stare at him and he seemed to decide silence and obedience might be the best way to proceed. He uncrossed his legs, left the bed and plucked the core from the floorboards. He dropped it delicately in the bin, then, rather than return to the bed, he approached the chair.
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Secondly, I've had some interest from readers wanting to know more about the novel I'm writing starring Tony and Laine from Trick of the Night (ER Authors anthology). At 102k, that book is done. Those guys were so easy to write, I managed to tell their story in 4 months, which is record-breaking for me. I'll sign off with a snippet from chapter 8.
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“He’s a stripper,” I told Helena when she charged at me with a fresh interrogation on my break. I’d escaped to the back room to fold some towels but she followed me in on the pretense of making tea.
“Really? Where?”
“Diamond Blue. Do you know it?”
“Isn’t that a –-”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widened. “No way! He doesn’t even look like a gay.”
“No? That’s odd. Because he fucks exactly like one.”
Helena’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God. Have you and he?”
I lifted my shoulder as Tony does, with a casual flick. “Once.” Unlike Tony, I wasn’t ashamed of our night together. I was more ashamed of having had to pay for his time.
“What was he like?” Helena took a seat, both hands wrapped around her mug as though she was settling in for quite a story. Unfortunately for her I certainly wasn’t about to discuss my sex life at work, even if I had one to discuss. But she seems so enamored of the handsome man who’d dropped me off in the beautiful car that I hadn’t the heart to tell her the BMW was actually just borrowed from his huge Adonis of a boyfriend.
“Voracious,” I said. The word seemed oddly apt.
Helena’s brow furrowed. “That means good, right?”
“Definitely.” I hugged a freshly laundered towel to my chest and breathed in the faint trace of lavender fabric conditioner. “Tony has the stamina of a god.”
“Then why aren’t you seeing him?”
Good question. I dumped the towel back on the yet-to-fold pile. What were the reasons again? Oh yes, because I was just a helpless girl who needed looking after. Certainly no one he’d ever consider a potential lover. Perhaps that was my own fault, as I had rather cultivated a sense of feminine vulnerability in his company. But even if I let him know my male side, he still wouldn’t think of me as anything other than the mistake he made the night he hit rock bottom.
I turned away and picked up my mug of tea “We don’t have that sort of a relationship,” I said quietly. I didn’t mind chatting with her, usually. She was only nineteen, and sweet as a cupcake, but talking about Tony became painful after a while. It had always been clear to me that a relationship with him would only ever be a pipe dream,’ “Besides,” I added, drawing a line under the conversation. “Tony already has a boyfriend.”
A very big very scary boyfriend who hated me to the depths of his testosterone-fueled soul.
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“Do you think I might be made of ivory and rose leaves?” Eden asked some time later, when Sully returned with his afternoon snack.
Sully handed over the apple, and then resumed a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed. “No.”
“But I am rare and precious like ivory.” Eden’s fingers preened at his smooth cheek. “I’m as soft and delicate as rose leaves.”
“You’re as delicate as rose thorns.” Sully opened up the book once again. “And I have always found ivory distasteful.”
The incubus gave Sully a condescending glare through his lashes. “You did not find me so distasteful with your rigour-mortised prick up my backside, Mr Vampire.” He raised the apple to his lips and took a vicious bite.
Sully returned his attention to the page while Eden munched vigorously through crisp apple. The sharp tang of the boy’s arrogance flared to life between them once again. Sully had assumed the incubus’s relapse to spoiled brat mode would please him, or at least reassure him everything was back to how it was in the beginning. Yet for some unsettling reason, it did not.
He resumed reading the prose aloud, but whatever had captivated the incubus to silence had broken now. The grating crunch of the fruit’s flesh churning in Eden's mouth chaffed on Sully's nerves until he could bear the noise no longer. He closed the book, very carefully so as not give a hint of his exasperation.
“Why did you stop?” Eden wiped flecks of apple from his lips. He tossed the core at the corner of the room, leaving a splat of juice on the wall. The core thudded to the wooden floor missing the bin he’d evidently been aiming for. “Do Lord Henry and Dorian Gray ever get to fuck? Are you too embarrassed to go on?”
Sully gazed steadily at the incubus's smirk. “Pick that up.”
Eden opened his mouth as if to throw out an objection. Sully continued to stare at him and he seemed to decide silence and obedience might be the best way to proceed. He uncrossed his legs, left the bed and plucked the core from the floorboards. He dropped it delicately in the bin, then, rather than return to the bed, he approached the chair.
*~*~*~*~
Secondly, I've had some interest from readers wanting to know more about the novel I'm writing starring Tony and Laine from Trick of the Night (ER Authors anthology). At 102k, that book is done. Those guys were so easy to write, I managed to tell their story in 4 months, which is record-breaking for me. I'll sign off with a snippet from chapter 8.
*~*~*~*~
“He’s a stripper,” I told Helena when she charged at me with a fresh interrogation on my break. I’d escaped to the back room to fold some towels but she followed me in on the pretense of making tea.
“Really? Where?”
“Diamond Blue. Do you know it?”
“Isn’t that a –-”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widened. “No way! He doesn’t even look like a gay.”
“No? That’s odd. Because he fucks exactly like one.”
Helena’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God. Have you and he?”
I lifted my shoulder as Tony does, with a casual flick. “Once.” Unlike Tony, I wasn’t ashamed of our night together. I was more ashamed of having had to pay for his time.
“What was he like?” Helena took a seat, both hands wrapped around her mug as though she was settling in for quite a story. Unfortunately for her I certainly wasn’t about to discuss my sex life at work, even if I had one to discuss. But she seems so enamored of the handsome man who’d dropped me off in the beautiful car that I hadn’t the heart to tell her the BMW was actually just borrowed from his huge Adonis of a boyfriend.
“Voracious,” I said. The word seemed oddly apt.
Helena’s brow furrowed. “That means good, right?”
“Definitely.” I hugged a freshly laundered towel to my chest and breathed in the faint trace of lavender fabric conditioner. “Tony has the stamina of a god.”
“Then why aren’t you seeing him?”
Good question. I dumped the towel back on the yet-to-fold pile. What were the reasons again? Oh yes, because I was just a helpless girl who needed looking after. Certainly no one he’d ever consider a potential lover. Perhaps that was my own fault, as I had rather cultivated a sense of feminine vulnerability in his company. But even if I let him know my male side, he still wouldn’t think of me as anything other than the mistake he made the night he hit rock bottom.
I turned away and picked up my mug of tea “We don’t have that sort of a relationship,” I said quietly. I didn’t mind chatting with her, usually. She was only nineteen, and sweet as a cupcake, but talking about Tony became painful after a while. It had always been clear to me that a relationship with him would only ever be a pipe dream,’ “Besides,” I added, drawing a line under the conversation. “Tony already has a boyfriend.”
A very big very scary boyfriend who hated me to the depths of his testosterone-fueled soul.
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