Blah. I could go on, but instead a little pick me up is in order.
A little Christian Kane.
I love him sooooo much.
And Nathan Fillion. Anyone watch Firefly or Castle. Oh. My. Goodness.
These guys are my daily mood elevators. Whenever my day is crappy or work is bugging me, I get on Twitter and I check on my guys.
How about you? Anyone help you all through the day?
I’ve been working on a lot of new covers lately. I did a count the other day and I’ve created 289 covers over the last two and a half years. Holy moly. That’s a lot of covers. Some are awful. Truly. Some are pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Here’s a sampling of the good ones. I’ll spare you all the horror of the crappy ones. 
I’m lucky that I have several publishers who gave me a shot back in 2008. I look back at the covers I did then, and sometimes I’m surprised that they did. Several of the publishers I work for now rejected me back then, and for good reason. But I kept on trying. And trying. Until I got better and was able to really give them my best work.
The moral of the story here? Don’t give up. Whatever it is you want to do in life, stick with it. Yes, you’ll get rejected. Dust yourself off. Step back. Take a class or twenty, and try again. You’ll get there. 
Hi, my name is Anne Rainey and I have the following phobias:
Arachnophobia – Fear of spiders.
Altophobia – Fear of heights.
Apiphobia – Fear of bees.
Okay, I hear the first step is admitting it. Now what? LOL
Let’s get serious. I have a terrible fear of spiders. I freak out when I see one and I can’t get close enough to kill them. We buy wasp and hornet spray to kill them because it allows you to shoot a stream several feet away. This way I don’t have to actually touch them or get too close.
Back when I was in high school I had a terrifying incident. I was at home by myself, munching on something and watching t.v., when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned my head and looked down at the floor. Something moved! I froze as I realized what I was looking at, a big ugly spider. That sucker was like on steroids or something! I lost it and jumped from the couch and onto the coffee table. Yes, I actually stood on the coffee table for (this is not an exaggeration) hours as I tossed things at the spider. A magazine, a pillow, whatever was within my reach. I just couldn’t bring myself to actually step onto the floor, walk over and kill it.
After standing there for so long one of my brothers came home and stepped on the spider, rolled his eyes and went to his room. I finally breathed again. I felt like an idiot, but at least it was over. I never told my family that I’d stood on that coffee table for literally hours, frozen by my own irrational fear. I was embarrassed and I knew they’d laugh it off.
The thing about a phobia is that you know it’s irrational, but that doesn’t make it any less real. I wish I could overcome my fear of spiders, I really do. I wish I could be like those people who scoop up a spider and set it outside. Uh-uh, no way, no how! Not in this lifetime. It’ll never happen. The very idea makes my skin crawl.
Now my fear of bees and heights isn’t quite as bad. I think because there are ways to avoid those. But it’s still very much a physical condition. If I get up on a chair to change a light bulb someone has to hold onto my legs because I get dizzy. My feet will start to ache. Soon, I’ll feel myself begin to sway. It’s a few feet of the ground, for crying out loud! Nothing is going to happen a few feet off the ground! But try telling my brain that while I’m up on that chair.
I’m grateful I’m not afraid of more things. I’m not Monk, after all. But it’s still frustrating to feel out of control over your own feelings. I hate that I can’t conquer my fears.
So, what are your fears? Crowded places, germs, needles, closed in spaces…? And what was the worst moment in your life when your fear held you in its grasp? Have you conquered your fear? If so how?
Also for an interesting list of fears, check out this link: http://www.phobia-fear-release.com/phobia-list-definitions.html
Today I figured I’d give you a taste of my upcoming Samhain release!
Samhain Publishing
What She Needs
Cape May–book 3
contemporary erotic romance
Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con’s love triangle
Blurb:
Taking turns was never their strong suit…
Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what’s she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!
When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.
Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it’s his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he’s planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con’s possessive instincts kick in. He’d always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.
Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.
Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.
Coming February 22nd!
Pre-order From: MBaM | Kindle | Nook |
As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory’s face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother’s house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she’d flat refused. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn’t have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he’d sold it and moved right in.
Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It’d taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they’d finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It’d been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con’s protective instincts front and center.
He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He’d pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. He’d known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn’t quite understand it, but neither did he mind.
Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory’s shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.
“Good Morning, Con.”
He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. “How’d you know it was me?”
“Because Devon is most likely up and working already.” She turned her head and glanced across the room. “Morning, Devon,” she mumbled.
Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. “Morning, sugar.”
Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. “It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?”
“I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things.”
“This is all real fascinating, but I’d rather play.” Con rubbed his cock against Tory’s pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. “Does our little baby want to play?”
Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. “Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev.”
“I can see that,” Devon said, his voice low.
Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon’s smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.
Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con’s chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might’ve moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.
For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They’d both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn’t hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.
Con was only too happy to comply.
For the rest of this scene head over to my website, but be careful it’s HOT!
Also, check out What She Wants, book 1 and What She Craves book 2 of the Cape May series!
As I browse the magazines and the internet I get really sick of seeing all the underweight models. It’s annoying to see so many size Os. I mean, what is that?! As a mother of two young girls I see how much these ads influence them.
Moms, whether you like to think about it or not young girls are looking at those pictures and they’re wondering why they don’t look the same. They’re staring at themselves in the mirror and seeing bulges, instead of beauty. It makes me so damn angry! I do believe that the fashion industry has a responsibility to our teens. I do think they should be held accountable!
Did you know that 75% of normal weight women think they’re overweight? Model Isabelle Caro died in December due to her struggle with anorexia. She was 28 years old. It happens all the time. Cases of women starving themselves to death. Not too long ago Milan put guidelines into place regulating underweight models and since then the U.S. has well. But we need to do way more than a few guidelines.
I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather see more ads like this. A real woman with curves. I mean, I want to know what those jeans are REALLY going to look like when I try them on. And I’m not going to know that by looking at a woman wearing a loose size O.
Of course, this isn’t to say that exercising isn’t a good thing. Eating healthy and being active is definitely good. I do try to teach my daughters that moderation is key. A slice of pie won’t kill you, an entire pie might. But the trend I’m seeing with young girls sucking down energy drinks and calling that their breakfast AND lunch is scary to me. And yes, I do blame the fashion industry to some degree. Peer pressure is also a big factor, of course. But how much peer pressure would there be if more magazines featured REAL women instead of the plastics? You gotta wonder…
