I cooked a chicken!

Oh my goodness I did it! I actually roasted a chicken. This might not sound like much but for me it’s the height of domesticity. I’ve been inviting our neighbor over for dinner for months now, and I have yet to pull of a meal where everything was cooked and ready on time.

Tonight I did it.

I did roast chicken, roast veggies, green beans, new potatoes, salad and peach cobbler.

Now the only problem is that I cooked the chicken using a “chicken brick” which the neighbor lent me after my first disastrous attempts at chicken roasting. I need to find and purchase a chicken brick to have in the states.

What does this have to do with writing/reading/editing?

I have no idea because I haven’t done any of those things in 48 hours I was so stressed out about this dinner.

Well, at least I’m honest!

Friday Eve Snippet – A Question of Love

For the first time in ages, I’m actually remembering to blog. (Luckily – or I’d have Viv after me with a sledge hammer.)

Very excited to post a snippet from my newly contracted book, A Question of Love. It’s releasing in November at Samhain, and I have not begun edits. So please forgive me for any massive grammatical errors or stupid spelling mistakes.

Jess

A Question of Love

(The sequel to A Question of Trust)

 His upper lip twisted. “I just want to know if you love him.”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

“It make a shitload of difference. Because if you do love him, I won’t do this.”

“Do wh—?”

Her question was cut off mid-word. Gabe swooped forward and caught her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. He gave her not a second to object. Tina was aware only of three things. The slamming of a door, a sense of weightlessness as he hauled her off the ground and held her in a tight, all-encompassing embrace, and the sheer glory of his tongue sweeping past her lips, filling her mouth and showering her taste buds with a thousand drops of heaven.

God, he tasted good. Like the long forgotten sugar of a childhood treat. Now that she’d sampled it again she only wanted  more. More, more, more.

Instinct took over. She wound her legs around his waist and kissed him back, licking into his mouth, desperate to devour every last ounce of sweetness. Her nipples tightened as they pressed against the solidness of his chest, and she wound her arms around his neck.

Her groin clenched as her clit ground against his stomach, and she whimpered into his mouth.

He wrenched his lips from hers. “Say it,” he rasped. “Tell me you don’t love him.”

She was incapable of speech. All she wanted was the heat of his mouth back on hers. She sought his lips blindly, found them and locked her mouth to his. His hands were on her ass, molded to her cheeks. The heat from his palms scorched her straight through her jeans. He kneaded her butt, pulling her cheeks apart as far as they’d go within the confine of her denims and then pushing them back together so the string of her thong scraped against her skin. As he kneaded he pushed harder against her, massaging her intimately with his belly.

Again he pulled back from her kiss. “Damn it, Tiny. Tell me you don’t love him.” His eyes were scrunched closed.

She nipped his jaw.

“S…say it.” He dipped her lower, introducing her clit to his rock hard erection, rubbing her against it until she yelped as heat flooded her pussy.

Fuck, she could climax just like this.

“W…want to make you come, T.” He thrust his groin against hers repeatedly, sending flaming darts of pleasure shooting straight into her. “Want you to explode in my arms. Just tell me you don’t love the fucker. Please.”

“Don’t…don’t love…him.” She ground down hard against his cock, her clit a mass of sensitive nerve endings. “Ended things…this…oh, Jesus…morning.”

His growl of satisfaction echoed through her ears and he bucked wildly against her. “Now,” he ordered, as his denim encased cock seemed to grow against her. “Come…” He continued his frenzied thrusting, driving her insane beyond comprehension. “…Now.”

(Remember – November from Samhain.)

 

Spitfire releases today!

Spitfire releases today at Ellora’s Cave and is my first attempt at a ‘quickie’ and I have to confess, I think it’s much easier to write a longer story! I’ve always been attracted to stories with cowboys, rough and ready alphas who live in Texas, who work on ranches, who’ve ridden in a rodeo or two. Just something very sexy about them! Rem is just that kind of guy and Liv won’t know what hit her when he comes back into her life!

Blurb:

Rem Bradley has loved Liv Carter for far too long. After his father’s sudden death, Rem comes home for good—ready to reclaim his family’s ranch and his woman. Problem is, the spitfire he finds brawling in the roughest bar in town is not the girl he left behind.

Liv recognizes trouble when she sees it, but she’d be a fool to resist Rem’s seductive demands. Starting in the barn where they’d left off years ago, they use every available body part, plus a toy or two, to bring each other maximum pleasure. To make up for past mistakes, however, Rem is going to have to do a hell of a lot more than just satisfy her body—but that’s a damn good start.

Excerpt:

“What I want from you, Liv, what I need…it isn’t tame and easy. I’m going to claim you, take you—make you mine in every sense of the word.”

She gasped at Rem’s terrifyingly sexy threat as he bent down to kiss her. His lips grazed hers lightly, a sharp contrast to his words and the heated, hungry kisses he’d given her in the truck.

“I want to finish the kiss my father interrupted all those years ago.” He dragged his lips gently along hers and she was struck by the sensation that he was offering her a real first kiss. Had he known she’d never been kissed by a boy that day she’d cornered him? His lips continued to dance against hers with an innocence, a sweetness that took her breath away, destroying her ability to resist him. She’d wanted him forever and she was disappointed when he pulled back.

“I owed you a decent first kiss,” he said, grinning down at her.

She fought back a groan as he stepped away from her, pulling a crate to the center of the room and sitting down.

“You know I wouldn’t mind a second and third kiss,” she said, returning his smile.

After years of being ignored and pushed aside by him, she should be telling him to take his kisses and shove them where the sun don’t shine, but she’d wanted him far too long. Besides, what if he took her words at face value and she had to wait another decade or so for him to make another move? She may be a bit miffed, but she wasn’t stupid.

He beckoned her by crooking his finger and she went willingly. He grasped her hips when she stopped a few feet away and pulled her closer. His face was eye-level with her pussy and she fought to catch her breath at the intimacy of their positions. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that no matter what happened tonight, he wouldn’t stop. She’d gladly pay the piper tomorrow for one night with Rem.

“Pull down your pants,” he demanded.

Happy Birthday T!

It’s a milestone today for our good friend T- and Jess wanted to make sure the day was special.

(Dibs on picture three–that’s all I’m saying)

Happy B-day T, we love you!!

Guest- Tielle St. Clare

Viv writes:

This is a very appropriate guest to have the day after Sherry blogged about what got us started as writers. Tielle is the author of the first erotic romance ebook I ever read, the one that made me fall in love with the genre. She’s the one that unknowingly started me down the road as a writer. And the next book in that series is out soon! Woohoo! I’m excited to introduce Tielle to you.

I started by asking her three questions like we usually do.

1. A decorator is coming over to redesign one room of your house. Which one?

Oooh, the kitchen. I’d love a big, well laid out kitchen with all sorts of cool implements for, uh, cooking. Right. Cooking.

2. You’re traveling from Alaska to California. How would you make your worst enemy travel? And what would be your favorite method?

My family drove from Florida to Alaska back in 1972 (before the road was mostly paved) so I know just the way to torment someone…riding with 6 people in a 1970 Ford LTD, sitting in the middle of the back seat (where that bump on the floor used to be), crushed between two older siblings. My favorite method (cuz I make this trip quite frequently)…first class flight, Anchorage to LA, non-stop.

3. Werewolf verses Vampire. Who would be a better artist?

For my kind of art, the Werewolf. I like bold colors and an artist who takes chances. I like aggressive art and that’s what I see in a werewolf—power, aggression, animalistic tendencies (whew, is it hot in here?). I’d think a vampire would be much more reserved and sophisticated and while that might be pretty, that’s not what I want in my art.

Great questions! I’ve been spending a lot of time with werewolves lately so I’m feeling an affinity for them.

I’m working on the fifth in my werewolf series (my working title is “Moonlight’s Shadow”), and for this book I’ve tried a different method of plotting. Because I write in a non-linear fashion (yes, bouncing around the book), I have to know the whole story before I start to write. I tend not to write anything down before I begin but I have the whole story written in my head, major scenes written and re-written so that when I sit down, if nothing else, the dialogue is there.

For Moonlight’s Shadow, I’ve taken the process one-step further. I’m using a plotting board (`a la Cherry Adair). I’ve got a poster board with 10 different color sticky notes adorning my kitchen table (I’m afraid to lift it for fear the sticky notes will land in one big pile and they’ll never go back in the right order). Because I knew my story, it was fairly easy for me to lay out and at first, I thought, no big deal. I’m just making a visual of what I already know. But because I had the visual I could see that I only had my bad guy (the ugly yellow color sticky note) appearing at the beginning and the end. Not enough yellow on my board. He probably should show up a couple of times in the middle.

It also showed me where I had a fairly long stretch without a sex scene (used bright pink for the sex scenes). Looking at it, I realized there was the perfect place for a sexual encounter between my two heroes. It would ratchet up their tension (cuz one is a little freaked out about desiring another man) and give them a bond when they rescue the heroine.

I might have figured these things out as I wrote the book but I probably would have had to go back and re-write large sections and make sure everything fit.

So far, I like the process. I’m only twenty pages into the writing so we’ll see. My fear is that I’ve over thought it now and it won’t be fun to write. Still, I think that the two heroes in this book are going to make me come back again and again.

Have fun,
Tielle

Viv again:

I’ll let you all know when book three in the wolves comes out. (Oh, and just make sure Jambrea knows this…the stories are m/m/f.)

Tielle also has a new release called Kissing Stone

Kit Bauman has lusted after Jax for as long as she’s known him, but she knows she’ll never act on it. She refuses to risk their friendship for just a few nights of really great sex.

When a little man in an Irish knick-knack shop sells her a “magic rock”, she finds herself saying things she never thought she’d say, and doing things she’d only dreamed of doing—all of them with Jax.

But the magic will wear off…

Available at Ellora’s Cave