Saturday, April 19, 2014
And I've been working on promo...
Just paid my state and federal income taxes...and I begin to wonder how I can afford to continue on as a writer, when the royalties have dwindled to a precious few. I only made half as much in 2013 as I did in 2012...possibly because I only subbed one book in 2013? But I've been told I'm not alone in this quandary. So I'm working madly on finishing a few of the ones that are halfway done, etc. to get my royalties out of the toilet. :P
Not sure how my editor will view this latest one. It's waaay different from anything I've written so far. So cross those fingers and toes, everyone, and wish me luck. I made a new video of my self-pubbed book while I still have access to OneTrueMedia. I'm going to miss that resource when it's gone. Check it out...
I am also going to miss having my own darling cover goddess...because she had started her own business, and I'm not sure if she will still be doing covers for my publisher. Of course, I never truly "had" her...but she was kind enough to feel sorry for me and do all my covers. I am wishing her only the best in her new endeavors.
Sigh. Things change, in spite of our fear of change. But they do say that the breeze from one door slamming in your face often opens another door behind you...and I will keep turning in circles ton check that theory out. LOL!
I will continue to write for Ellora's Cave...they have been very good to me. But I have begun to branch out a bit, myself, and will not hesitate to self-pub anything they don't think is right for them.
Hugs to everyone who has given me encouragement and the will to go on. It's wonderful to have friends.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
I will be attending the BDSM Writers Conference in NYC this summer and will be participating in the book signing on August 24!!
This is a very unique event and I'm both excited and nervous (in a good way) because almost everything about participating is way outside my comfort zone. Due to things that have been going on in my life over the last year, I just decided, "What the hell, you only live once!"
Possessing Eleanor released in April 2010. Jackson Royce had been in my fantasies for quite a while and writing his and Eleanor's story was a comfort zone pushing event also. The process had me deeply examining my idea of a Dom/sub relationship, why some aspects appeal to me and others don't. I vividly remember being nervous as I read the first draft to hubby, knowing he would recognize the extremely personal nature of the book. We talked for hours that night; one of those no holds barred, put your cards on the table, nothing off limits kind of conversations. It was wonderful!
Here's an excerpt:
Copyright 2010 Tessie Bradford
“Good evening, Eleanor.” He looked down at her with a killer grin. “I’m very glad you decided to join me tonight.”
“Hi, Jackson.” She gazed up at him, feeling a bit shy and uncertain now that he was standing so close.
“Thank you for the beautiful rose.”
“You’re welcome, my dear, but its beauty pales in comparison to yours.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to their table. She hoped he couldn’t hear the frantic beating of her heart or feel her slight tremble in response to his compliment.
After helping her remove her coat, he pulled out her chair, making certain she was comfortably settled before he sat down. Ellie watched him nod almost imperceptibly to the waiter before he turned his complete attention to her.
“This is one of my favorite restaurants. Have you been here before?”
“I have many times. The food is fantastic, and they do carryout. It’s really convenient for me to stop here after work. Everything is still hot by the time I get home.”
“Yes, it would be,” was his simple reply as the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine. What with opening and sniffing and tasting and approving, it took a few minutes before they were alone again.
“You know where I live?” She couldn’t keep the hint of concern from her voice.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have asked you to meet me at a location that was inconvenient for you.” He stared at her intently while continuing in a quiet tone, “Eleanor, there’s no need for you to look so worried. I just used the internet to find your address. I don’t think I like your implication that I did anything unsavory.”
The internet, who knew? Heat infused her cheeks and she dropped her eyes to the table to toy with her fork in utter embarrassment. He was absolutely right, of course. She had insulted him. He was incredibly thoughtful to have taken such care in selecting where they went.
“I’m sorry, Jackson,” she whispered.
“Apology accepted.” He laid his hand on hers, stilling her nervous fidgeting. “Look at me, Eleanor.” The low rumble of his voice was a caress in itself. When her eyes met his, they were darker, sparkling with emotion. He reached across the table and ran a finger along her cheekbone. “I love it when a woman’s skin warms and flushes pink.”
Ellie had the strangest sensation his words held a deeper meaning, one that she couldn’t quite grasp with him staring into her eyes with such intensity.
“I ordered our meal, and here comes the appetizer,” he announced matter-of-factly as the waiter arrived.
Ellie couldn’t initially decide if she was annoyed by his actions or intrigued by his take-charge demeanor, but as the perfectly selected courses proceeded, she stopped thinking about it. Jackson put her completely at ease, guiding the conversation so they could begin to learn about each other. They both liked sci-fi movies, visiting museums of all kinds, and the current crisp fall weather. They both read voraciously, but disagreed good-naturedly over subject matter. Their political beliefs were similar enough to not cause undue upset, and they shared a strong pride in their individual career successes.
When the waiter arrived to clear away the dessert dishes, signaling the impending end of one of the best nights Ellie had spent in her life, she couldn’t help her little sigh as she looked at Jackson. She was relatively certain her warm and fuzzy feelings weren’t due solely to the bottle of wine they had shared.
Ellie became lost in her own thoughts as Jackson settled the bill with the waiter. Her gaze wandered to his lips, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her goodnight, or maybe more? Ellie was positive he would know what he was doing in the bedroom, and the thought of surrendering to his expertise was sending her heartbeat racing. He wouldn’t be a cautious lover. There was nothing cautious or hesitant about Jackson Royce. Her nipples tingled, but it was nothing compared to that in her pussy, and she squirmed slightly in her chair.
“I’ve had the best time tonight, Jackson. Thank you very much,” she whispered somewhat raggedly.
“As have I, Eleanor.” He pushed back his chair, collected her coat and moved to help her up from the table. His hand tightened slightly on her shoulders as he helped her settle the garment in place. He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her lobe. “But our evening isn’t over yet.”
Ellie shivered with excitement and swayed back slightly into his hold. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her. What an intoxicating feeling to know this incredible man reacted to her with the same sexual intensity she had for him.
They left the restaurant in silence. When they arrived at her car, she steadied herself against the door while searching through her purse. It took a minute to find her keys with a trembling hand. She finally pulled them out and looked up at him expectantly.
“I’m going to follow you home, Eleanor.”
Okay, she had been hoping against hope there would be some lip locking here in the parking lot, but him telling her they were going back to her house was a bit too much of the macho, alpha male thing. The moisture soaking her panties was absolutely an unrelated freak occurrence she refused to acknowledge. She hit the remote, unlocking her car door.
“Dinner was wonderful, Jackson, and I really enjoyed being with you.” She hoped he caught the annoyance in her tone. “But I do not take men home on a first date.” She pulled on the door handle, but it didn’t open due to Jackson’s large palm pushing against it. She glared up at him and, for some unknown reason, was compelled to keep talking. “And if I ever decide to make an exception to that rule, I will invite the gentleman to my home. He will not order it done.”
Had she somehow come across as easy to him?
“I just spent hours talking with you, Eleanor. I am very well aware you have extremely high standards of behavior, which I approve of completely.”
“How wonderful,” she spat back at him.
“Your sarcasm in unnecessary.” He leaned down, his breath feathering along her pursed lips. “I have my own rules of behavior, and one of them is I do not start to make love to a woman in a public parking lot.”
Have a great weekend!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Have you ever tried Edit Minion?
Edit Minion is wonderful and my new best friend. Its a simple analytical program. Copy and paste a sample of your writing into the the Edit Minion box. I use 6k or less. too big a file doesn't work well. Click "edit' and a report card will show below with a charted frequency of often used words, Adverbs, Ending in prepositions, cliches, Passive voice etc...
Its not designed for fiction, so I think it overreacts to "passive voice" too often, but it's still very helpful. Edit Minion has become part of my writing process and really speeded me up. Seeing my mistakes highlighted in bright colors does make it easier to rethink matters. I do stop and ask myself "Is this the best way to say this?" with a lot more ease.
I'll hoping to get WIP to my Beta partner by Friday so I can jump onto the next project, which will be something new for me. It a multi-author book series in the paranormal/ New Adult genre. I made a little mix-up in my mind. I thought the books for this series were due in September. They're not I realized this week they start publishing in September and they are due May 1st, less than two weeks for now. Uh!
I warned my new publisher my book would be late (They know I'm busy) but I thought I could have one by late May. Then like mana from heaven, a great idea that I love came to me in the middle of a yoga class. I rushed home to make notes and plot. So when the starter's gun fires on Friday morning, I plan to start my New Adult and see if I can't get out of my own way and write a quick novella without my usual starting and stopping. We shall see. I'm excited to try. If I can't do it, no biggie.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Hot Sheriff Meets Sexy Gal next door, laughs, loves in IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? out everywhere!
You need this laughter with a dash of suspense! Available for the first time on NOOK, KOBO and iTunes as well as KINDLE and Are!!!
What’s a woman to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has an ever-ready gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.
So why won’t he come over and see her sometim for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?
West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.
When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.
Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.
But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.
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West Farraday is a sheriff who’s hard on the ladies, hard in the sack, hard on the outlaws who dare enter his town.
Mae Montaine is a woman who’s easy on the eyes, tough on men’s egos…especially West’s.
Their Lone Star love affair?
|Cerise's Cherry, Pop One!|
Too hot to handle and too wild to ignore, especially when one bad coyote tears up West’s town and demands Mae pay prices West decides are much too high!
Soon at iTunes, too!
Now ready for a nibble?
Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2014
She smiled at West. “I certainly didn’t know why my sister and brother-in-law chose this town to settle down.”
“But you do now,” West added in a soothing, come-to-daddy drawl that compelled her to lock her gaze with his warm, sweet one.
She grabbed a breath to steady her thoughts and her hope that finally she might have breached this man’s shell of formality. “I do. And I want to stay. Give Emma the life that Kyle and Lou wanted for her.”
“You know how extraordinary that is?” he asked.
“What? To give a child the normal life she deserves?”
“That, yes. But to give it to her like her parents designed it? When you had a life of your own? When you could have taken her back to Newark and raised her there?”
She gave a laugh of derision. I owe it to her. I failed her mother when she needed me. I won’t fail Emma. “You haven’t been to Newark lately, have you?”
“I’ve flown in and out on my way to Manhattan to take in Broadway shows.”
“Wow.” His revelation shocked her from her morbid view of her own shortcomings. Now Mae viewed him through a new kaleidoscope of possibilities. He was more than the local sheriff, the town hunk, the ex-Marine who made all the ladies swoon. He lived in a bigger world than Winton, Texas. Bigger even than the desert sands of the Middle East and the skyscrapers of New York. “The things you don’t know about people.”
His sculpted lips were parted, eager to know more. His eyes were soft with concern, persuading her that he really did want to hear her rationale for coming here and staying here.
“Tell me,” he urged her on a murmur.
“I did have a life, if you want to call it that. I lived alone. Had a nice condo in a modern high rise. I had a solid job with a national accounting firm on Wall Street and a few promotions that were lucrative, if not fun. I had friends, a few whom I really loved and still do. I went to Broadway shows.” She gave him a nod and he responded with his own, acknowledging their mutual interest. “I did yoga, ran a few 5K races, went to Vegas with the girls now and then for the booze and the slots and the sights.”
“No men who stayed?”
Mae noticed he drew nearer. “Not for long.”
“Why?” He was almost whispering as he braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in, driving the air from her lungs.
“I told them to leave.”
“They liked my looks. Didn’t bother to learn what was in my brain.”
“They bored you?” he asked with a lopsided smile and raised brows.
“I want to be valued for more than my measurements.”
“Then I’ll invite you to fly to New York with me. Pick a weekend.” He drifted closer, his handsome, chiseled mouth such a warm temptation. “A show.”
A room with you? Could I be so lucky? “What’s playing?”
“Whatever you choose.” Another fraction of an inch and his lips would be on hers.
She swallowed, her fingers itching to wrap around his biceps and draw him against her. “That’s an offer I hate to refuse.”
“Then don’t.” He brushed his lips on hers, his eyes falling closed in the dreamiest way.
Could he want her that much? For more than one night? His big hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Heavenly warmth infused her. “We’ll have to take Emma.”
“We can hire a sitter from the hotel for the play.”
“They’re good? The sitters?” she asked, her own eyes fluttering in the assault of his little kisses, light as the touch of butterflies’ wings to her parted lips.
“The sheriff down in DeWitt County told me that he and his wife hired one not too long ago. He told me they’re vetted. Bonded.” His smile was pure male seduction. “Come with me, Mae.”
The velvet intonation of his deep bass voice was an invitation to more than a weekend in New York, and she knew it.
She grinned broadly, humbled but also tickled by this compliment. In the process, her torso brushed his. “I could say you’re being very forward.”
He ran his big, warm hands up her arms to her shoulders and her throat to cup her face. His generous mouth teased her with a lush kiss and she sighed into him. “You could tell me to stop.”
“I won’t.” She ran her hands up his chest. “You could tell me to stop.”
“Can’t,” he gruffed. “I want this too much.”
“You’ve never let me see that you were interested in me until now.”
“I wanted to be careful with you. Not show you too much and have you run away.” He hugged her as if he were a big warm bear.
She pressed against him, his rock wall body, his raging heat, and then she wound her arms around those incomparable broad shoulders and sank her fingers into his rich, silken hair. Against her mound, she felt his steely cock. “You’ve shown me enough for me to see that this,” she cooed as she undulated against his very impressive package, “is no gun in your pocket.”
Snorting, he chuckled at the ceiling as if he asked heaven above for mercy, then he crushed her against him, chest to breasts, belly to belly and cock to pussy. “Every inch of me is happy to be here.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I know I've not written a blog of my own for a while, but I have an alibi. I've been writing a lot and really enjoying it. I have twelve WIPs at various stages and two books going into edits. I added a new to me publisher to the list and I can't talk about any of it.
Four of the projects are secret multi-author series and have to stay secret a little longer. Doing the work and meeting new colleagues has been terrific and inspiring. It just leaves me with nothing to blog about. I can't wait to start sharing some of my new stuff.
For sure 2014 has already brought big changes my way and I like what's happening. Much of what I'm working on now won't be published until 2015. This is going to be a quiet and lean year for me, royalty wise, and I don't care. I'm rethinking what I do, how I do it and whom I do it with. So far so good. I love my new partners. They like me. They trust me and so far they've allowed me incredible freedom to take some creative chances.
Of course I love my old partners as well and hope to rethink and revise some good ideas with the lovely Amber Skyze later this year ; )
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
This appeared on my personal blog yesterday, but I wanted to share it with my SSS friends.
My love affair with music started when I was just a little girl. My parents were fans of rock music – Led Zeppelin, The Kinks, and The Doors to name a few. I was a fan of all three. There was one album though that touched me: Heart’s Dreamboat Annie.
My favorite song on the album is Magic Man, but I love Crazy on You too. When my parents were at work I’d put the album on the record player and sing my heart out. (Sure I’m showing my age. I was 8 when the album came out.) I loved Nancy Wilson. A chick with a guitar. What’s not to love? I dreamed about being a rock chick. I wanted to play guitar and sing.
Musical talent I wasn’t blessed with. My uncle though was another story. He played the harmonica and acoustic guitar. He could sing too. He was blessed with the ability to draw too. He has incredible drawings, unfortunately our family no longer has. When he was killed in a car accident his wife took all the drawings, but that’s another story.
My uncle and I were very close and I was his biggest fan. I could sit and listen to him play the guitar for hours.
At 12 we got a dog. Dusty was my responsibility. I had to walk him. My parents were kind enough to buy me a small radio that I could carry with me while walking the dog. I’d listen to Top 40 music and the dog got to hear my lovely voice. Hahahaha.
By high school my music taste changed again to the hairbands. Sorry, but I still listen to Hair Nation on Sirius.
I can listen to just about any music but Country. No offense to anyone out there who enjoys Country. It was something I could never connect with. I’m not sure why and I’d never judge anyone by the music they listen to.
Music has always played a huge part in my life. So it makes sense that I would write a Rock Band Series. I’m still editing and hope to have this new book to my readers by May or June the latest. Each day I open my WIP I’m excited for where the book is headed.
Book 2 is already in the works so hopefully it won’t be too far behind book one.
Coming soon a blog on how I entered the world of Hard Core Rock.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
It's like being able to make your own rules...
You can create a world, or stay in this one. You can change centuries, or change milleniums. You can write about a modern couple, or you can write about a couple of were-panthers. You can create a future world, or keep it local. You can become anything you want to be...a shape shifter...a cyborg...an angel...a demon...a human that was changed with animal DNA by a bunch of creeps working for Mercile Industries. Anything is possible.
You can be a vampire...a werewolf...a dragon shifter. You can have super powers or be a geek. Being an author gives you all of the choices in the world. It is a magical thing, being an author...but sometimes the magic just won't work. Damn muse.
I have talented friends who write a book a month. Or even two. I envy them their "stick-to-it-tiveness", as my sainted mommy used to call it. Currently, I have a dozen wips cooking. But I sort of burn out on one, so I switch to the next, which refreshes me a bit.
Last night I woke up from a scary dream, and thought, "Wow! That would make a fabulous story!" So I got out of bed and turned on the computer, and got the first chapter down. I will work on it by bits and pieces between my other "hey, wake up and start me" wips.
Does that happen to you? You get a wild burr under your saddle and you just have to get it on the computer, or on a scrap of paper? Do you drive your significant other nuts by phasing out in the middle of a discussion at dinner, and scramble to write something on a napkin?
I think we have all been there...done that. Now all I have to do is keep at it until one or more is finished. Then self edit until I drive myself batty and do a total rewrite. Then...you get the picture?
*Sigh*...I really need to get crackin'. So it's back to the computer...