Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
We'll also be taking in a Red Sox game, going to the beach one day and if all goes well a few other day trips.
Not sure if I'll be here next week, if not Happy Fourth of July!
Monday, June 27, 2011
But I will send kisses to all of you who have bought LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS! This book is so well received by all of you and I am tickled.
Another similar one coming soon starring a lady spy and her oh, so mysterious spymaster, Monsieur Noir.
Weeks away from the shelves, this book is LADY STARLING'S STOCKINGS.
And the cover, she said with a blush, is Out of This World Yum.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
With our daughter arriving in 6 short weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’m going to juggle a full time job, writing and raising a newborn. I was lucky enough to stay home until my two oldest went to kindergarten. With you youngest I had to work, but my then lazy ex-husband didn’t work. He didn’t want to. Instead I worked three jobs and went to school, to support a family of five.
This time I have a great husband who will share in the raising of our daughter, but we both have demanding jobs. I worry that she won’t get the attention she needs. Yes, I have a wonderful mother in law who retired so she could take care of her two granddaughters, but I want that time with her.
So I decided that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to mop around. I’m going to take the bull by the horns and make my future. I’m going to focus on building a career that will allow me to have more time with our child, yet give me the income to live the lifestyle we’re used to – or should I say pay the bills! LOL
Now I have to sit down and put a game plan together! :0)
Monday, June 20, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The DH and I managed to get the pool fully cleaned and ready for swimming. During the process the temperatures fell and rain moved in.
Always the optimist he said, “Summer hasn’t even begun yet. You’ll have lots of time to enjoy the pool.”
Me the pessimist. “Summer begins Memorial Day weekend. I want to swim now!”
So we had a debate as to when summer actual begins. I know, I know the calendar says June 21st, but since I was a little kid my mom away marked Memorial Day as the unofficial start. I won’t change that, not even for the DH! LOL
They’re promising some warmer temps for a few days before the rain comes back. Seeing as how busy this week is for me I’m hoping next week will be hot and humid when I can finally enjoy the pool and the deck.
The DH and I are planning more day trips then long vacations this summer. After reading the blog posts over at Penelope’s Romance Reviews yesterday I have some fun ideas for trips. If you want to learn more about New England drop over and see all the great posts.
One thing we always do is take in a few Red Sox games. That will still happen. ;o)
What are your plans for the summer?
My newest release is a summer read: Chasing Forever available now from Ellora’s Cave.
Jordyn has longed to make her relationship with best friend Diego more than platonic. Her body drips with need to know what it would feel like to have his lips kissing every inch of her skin. Desire to wrap her legs around his waist and plunge into deep waters with him fills her every dream.
Diego is one with the ocean. His passion is surfing and chasing that ultimate wave. He doesn’t have time for a relationship. Or does he?
A storm is brewing and when a tragedy occurs, Diego and Jordyn need to decide if they’re both chasing the same dreams.
An Excerpt From: CHASING FOREVER
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Jordyn sat on the beach towel watching Diego riding out the waves. Her pulse raced. He knew he shouldn’t be out there. Hurricane Ivan was heading inland and the weatherman had warned of the dangerous undertow. She’d attempted to chase a few waves, but once she’d swum a few yards she knew it was a mistake. She’d quickly swum back to shore and waited while her best friend tried to prove he was smarter than the ocean.
The waters had turned mean and ugly over the last twenty minutes and the sky was an ominous gray. The hurricane was moving closer. A breeze came in off the water and a chill passed through her body. She’d unzipped her wet suit down to her waist, exposing her bikini top when she exited the water. She should cover up again in case the rains poured down.
She scanned the waters. Someone on a Jet Ski buzzed around, stopping every so often to take some pictures. She hoped he would keep away from the jagged rocks. The razor-sharp rocks were Jordyn’s bigger fear with Diego being out on the water. One wrong move and a wave could drag him under and throw him against the rocks, ending his life.
Jet skis were prohibited at any time on this part of the beach, but it didn’t stop them, especially on a day like today. They’d swarm around the surfers—in this case, just Diego—hoping to get a great shot of him nailing a thirty-foot wave.
Hopefully that’s all he catches.
She scanned the beach looking for any other fools. People with cameras hoping to click the ideal picture of the perfect storm peppered the sand.
“Dumbasses,” she muttered. What did that make her? She was on the beach too. Why had she allowed Diego to convince her this was a good idea?
“Because I’m a fool too.” She buried her foot in the sand and watched how the tiny particles glided between her toes. If she was smart she’d grab her board, jump in her Jeep and hightail it back to her place. Common sense flew out the window when it came to Diego, because she was head over heels in love with him.
Too bad he doesn’t feel the same. He loved her like a sister he’d said a few too many times, especially on drunken occasions.
If she’d had a nickel for all the times he’d said, “If you weren’t like a sister to me, I’d fuck you.”
How her pussy moistened with the thought. A few times she’d been tempted to sock him one and other times she’d wanted to tackle him and show him the woman inside waiting for him to fill that void deep within.
Instead she’d sat back and waited.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
At the end of this year I’ll be getting the rights back to one of my favorite books. I know this book will good if I self-pub it. That’s my plan when I get it back. I’ll give it a once over, see if it needs any editing or if I should add to it. I’ll find a cover artist and I WILL self-pub it.
There’s also one other book that I plan to work on to self-publish. I’m not going to overwhelm myself. I have two wips that are close to done. Once they’re done and off to my editors I’ll work on the full-length. The book is technically written, but needs a LOT of editing. I have a lot of research to do too.
So I don’t have plans for a bunch of books published the second half of this year, but it’s not about the quantity. I want to produce something special to ME. :o)
How about you? Any plans for self-publishing in the future? Do you have the desire to at least try it once?
Monday, June 6, 2011
LADY VARNEY’S RISQUE BUSINESS is a bit of funny business that I hope you enjoy!
A nibble of my newest cherry?
Of course! (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand.)
Available at Resplendence, but also at Allromanceebooks.com where I am dying to rise on the list. Help me out, will you? http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ladyvarney039srisquebusiness-549359-160.html
He hurried her along the hall and into an alcove. “While I am relieved to hear that you are not pregnant—”
“Hush! Are you an idiot?”
“Mad, delusional, a cretin in the mix!” He stepped inside a tiny hallway lined with cupboards and closed two doors on either side of the four foot space. “Call me any name you like, my Puss. You are driving me out of my head!”
“Well deserved, too!” she blustered as he pulled her into his arms and she once more felt the marvelous sensation of being captured by him. Held against his warmth. His might.
“Not by half, you minx. You cash my bank notes. But you will not receive me at home. You avoid me at church. Walk around me in the Park. I am reduced to waylaying you like a highwayman at a party on Wednesday afternoon!”
A laugh bubbled up from her throat but she squelched it. “We have nothing to say to each other.”
“No,” he said with dour tone. “We have so much to say that only this will do.” He caught her chin, wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed as he had that first night in her drawing room. Long and lavishly. Repeatedly. Killing her reason and her resolve.
Her fan slid from her fingers. Her hands pulled him closer. These past weeks, she’d pined for him like a schoolgirl. She’d relived every moment in his arms, in his bed, even in his rose garden at his cottage. She had cried and mooned and railed at fate for what she could not have.
He took her mouth with ravenous delight, trailing kisses across her cheek and down her throat to her bodice. His hands molded her to him and suddenly, she felt his fingers lift her skirts and slide to her pussy. Caress her seam. “Darling, I am so delighted you wear none of those ridiculous pantaloons. You are so plump and wet for me,” he murmured and what words came next became a serenade of all the endearments he had declared in his cottage and all that still lived in her heart.
He undid his flies, and plunged up inside her. Against the cupboard, she braced herself and gave over to the rapture of his possession.
He was warm and turgid and—
Tinkled all around them.
“Don’t move,” he warned as he held her tightly.
“What?” she asked soundlessly, her cunt so full of him, her breasts so needy of his kisses she thought she’d scream.
Blinking repeatedly to clear his vision and his head, he glanced about them. “Dear god, sweetheart, we’ve broken the family crystal.”
She surveyed the tiny room and the astonishing wreckage. “Justin. Oh, hell! We’re in the butler’s pantry!”
Friday, June 3, 2011
Okay - news - dreamed about the ending of Incorporeal last night - my paranormal WIP. I wrote an ending and did not like it, so I deleted it. I feel like I've got it. Yes!
I think we're going to a ballgame tonight. We'll see if the rain holds off. Have a wonderful weekend one and all! Love, Julia
Thursday, June 2, 2011
I chose June 30th as the deadline for submitting the final manuscript, and gosh darn it, I feel more than confident I'll be finished before that!
P.S. ~ huggy-hugs, Kat :)