Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Just wrote "The End"

Here's my inspiration picture for my latest WIP. This is Irish vampire and sometime Lord of the Rings dwarf, Aidan Turner. But in my mind he's also a handsome (And yes furry) Irish wolf-shifter who wakes up in Vegas to a big surprise... I really enjoyed writing this one.

Don't you love completing a task and having the satisfaction of standing back and saying, "I love what I just did."

A sense of completion is one of the best feelings in the world. A few minutes before I posted this blog I finished a short wolf-shifter romp set in Vegas. Instead of my usual anguished, doubt-ridden dash to the finish line, I slowed down and enjoyed the writing. I fell in love with the characters and walked into their world with my heart and imagination wide open.

This is something new to me and something I promised myself I would start doing. I want to enjoy everything important that I do and writing is very important to me.

As most of you who check in with Seven Sexy Scribes already know, I was my late sister's caregiver. In her last days, we shared a lot. I encouraged her to talk and unburden herself. It was hard to listen to some of her regrets. One of her biggest regrets was that she never allowed herself the pleasure of writing without dumping so much self-criticism into the mix that she rarely wrote more than a few pages before abandoning an idea. This was a woman who was a great lover of words and voracious reader. She had a huge collection of antique fountain pens, ink wells, and elegant handmade journals with nothing written in them. Beautiful sacred tools too precious to use. Christy was convinced writing had to be painful and self-destruction. Someone told her that all writers must sacrifice themselves to what she referred to as "The Cult of Cruelty" and she believed it.

"The Cult of Cruelty" doesn't sound like much fun does it? Christy didn't know if the cult even existed, who was in it, or what they might do to a novice author once they were identified, yet the concept was more effective than any boogeyman could ever be in frightening her into giving up before she even started.

In the end, when she was high as a kite on morphine, she blurted, "Why didn't I just enjoy writing? What the hell was I thinking?" I held her hand and cried. I told her, "Grow thicker skin. Come back and try again." We both laughed with relief when I said. "Maybe writing is meant to be fun."

This was one of Christy greatest gifts to me. She made me realize how important my writing was to my mental health and sense of purpose. Writing is my fun time and safe retreat into my cosmic treehouse. I refuse to ruin or pollute the experience with over-critical drama and crappola.

This autumn has been all about playing catch up on months of lost work. I'll start the self-edits of my latest WIP next week. Meanwhile, I have two more manuscripts to finish before December and I'm going to love every day of writing. 

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Please Welcome Christine Allen-Riley

We have a very special treat today!! Christine Allen-Riley is here to chat about her new Young Adult release, Eventide!

Finding the Right Setting for Eventide

I’ve lived in Michigan all my life, and there’s no shortage of natural beauty here – rolling hills, endless forests, ridiculous numbers of inland lakes, and we’re surrounded by the Great Lakes which are huge and unpredictable with their rip currents and freak weather patterns. They’re basically freshwater seas and at times, just as dangerous as the oceans – especially Lake Superior. 

It can go from a serene glass-like surface to twenty-three foot waves in virtually no time at all. Once, while driving around the lake, I found myself caught in the midst of an autumn storm on my way to see my boyfriend. The waves were so insane; they were washing over the road and had already pulled someone’s car into the lake. I had to time it just right to pass through that stretch of road without getting sucked into the water. Shortly after I made it through, the road was shut down and declared impassible. Definitely not my smartest move to keep driving, but I did. Because boyfriend.

I set Eventide on the shores of my favorite lake, in the nearly-fictional town of Iron Falls, Michigan. I use the term “nearly-fictional” because it’s based on one of my favorite small towns – Munising, Michigan. I don’t live there, but I’ve visited there nearly every year since I was a kid. If you’ve ever been there, you might recognize the high school on the shores of the lake, or the glass-bottom boat shipwreck tour, or the sudden fogs and brutal storms. 

I did make some changes. For instance, Iron Falls has a lighthouse where Munising doesn’t. Iron Falls also has a host of soul-sucking homicidal faeries that haunt the surrounding woods looking for hapless humans, and, as far as I’m aware, Munising does not. 

One of the reasons I decided to set Iron Falls on Superior is because the lake is almost a character on its own. It can go from calm to deadly in a matter of minutes and no two days on the shore are ever the same. Even different parts of the lake on the same day are wildly different.  Its erratic nature makes it the perfect backdrop for Devon as her life spirals out of control. 

I’d like to share a few photos of the lake to show you what I mean about it having it a different personality depending on the day. Unfortunately, I can’t find my stormy lake pictures, but, amazing nature photographer, Steve Brimm, agreed to share one of his photos for this blog tour.  I think you’ll see what I mean about the lake being completely different on any given day. And I’d like to think you’ll get a feel for the lake within the pages of Eventide.

Below the photos, you'll find a little more about Eventide as well as links.


The driver in a tragic car accident that killed her best friend, Devon Greer is consumed by guilt. When powerful hallucinations convince her that she’s seeing Rachael everywhere, Devon thinks she’s going crazy. But her friend isn’t truly gone.

To save Rachael from the faeries who stole her, Devon must pit herself against the Court of the Sidhe. Once she witnesses the true form of the fey, Devon’s life is in danger—and so are the lives of everyone she loves. 

Now, Devon must not only protect herself, but also Jonah Seafort, Rachael’s cousin and the only person Devon can trust to help her. While the Sidhe walk among them, no one is safe…

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Thanks so much for being here today, Chris. Congrats on your new release!!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Cara Bristol's Warrior-Breeder 3 is Here!

My special treat today is the lovely Cara Bristol, who writes incredibly hot spanking-themed fantasy. Cara's latest release is "Warrior-Breeder 3" If you're new to the Breeder series, hang onto your pants because this saucy space adventure will make you go bottoms up with a smile on your face!

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb
A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?
As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.
Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Want a little taste? Here a Warrior Excerpt:

Warrior (Breeder 3) 
To each side—and up above on the wall itself—stood defenders armed with laser projectile devices. But it wasn’t the weapons that drew Urazi’s stare—but the guards, the creatures themselves.
“Are those Veronians?” he gasped in low voice.
Yes,” Anika answered. “I recognize them from Omra’s description.” When Dak’s former beta Corren grew jealous of Omra, he had tried to sell her to the Veronian emperor.
One of the creatures separated from the pack to confer with Perce. Two spindly legs and a long, thick tail supported a scaly, leathery body. Red eyes wept in a hideous face without nose, ears, or lips. As Urazi watched, the creature inserted a device that hung around its neck into a slit cut just above what might be considered a chin.
“What do you think it is doing?” Urazi whispered.
“That inhaler allows it to survive in our atmosphere.”
With a nod at Perce, the creative lumbered toward them.
“Whatever you do, do not let it touch you,” Anika muttered. And then the Veronian stood before them, its rheumy gaze seeking out Urazi. His morning rations curdled in his stomach at the odiferous slime oozing from the creature’s pores. Monto, the smell! Dangling between its legs was a hose-like appendage, also covered with the gelatinous substance. The alien peered into the back of the wagon. Females screamed. Its facial slit twisted.
The Veronian raised a three-finger hand, covered by an elasticene glove. “Awll cleaaar. Let them paaas!” he shouted, a garbled command.
It took six guards to tug open the massive gate.
“Ayaa!” Perce shouted. His transport jerked forward without delay. Urazi wondered if he too was revolted by the Veronians.
Urazi applied the quirt to the beasts, and they followed Perce into the walled city. He heaved a sigh of relief when the massive gates closed and locked. Poverty and neglect had choked the hamlets, but, here, a grand and magnificent municipality sprawled. Stark impoverishment outside, unparalleled resplendence inside—separated only by a wall. He gawked at the abrupt change, but he could not forget the Veronians.
“Did you notice they wore gloves?” he asked.
Anika nodded. “In case they hand something to a Parseon guard. That substance coating their bodies is caustic. If they touch you, the exude will melt your flesh.”
“They are shocking to behold, and I am surprised to see them at all. I had assumed aliens had been evacuated upon declaration of war. But if you are Qalin, treaties do not matter, I suppose,” Urazi mused.
Anika snorted with laughter.
“I do not see the humor.”
“I am still thinking about the Veronian. Did you notice its manhood?” Anika’s shoulders shook. “It’s alienhood.”
That is what caught your attention?” Urazi gaped at her.
“I tried not to gawk. But one could hardly avoid it.” Her eyes glinted with merriment. “Your manhood is much prettier.”
“Than a slime-covered alien’s? Little compliment you pay me,” he said.

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Cara Bristol bio
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Stories from my past...ghosts I have met...

I have lived in several old houses that were frequented by
Most of the hauntings were non-malignant, thankfully, but they did have a way of leaving you feeling a but...shaken.  Of course the most recent ones have been more easily explained, since the culprits haunting us are familiar to me. But my very first haunting was in a 100-year-old house across the street from a very old hospital.  We often wondered if the presences we felt from time to time hadn't migrated over to see us.

When my now 47-year-old son was just eight months old, we lived in a very old house. The rent was low, and the owners were trying to sell it, and of course, we soon found out why. I was cleaning the baby's bedroom and he was bouncing up and down in his crib, jabbering away. At first I thought he was trying to get my attention, but I felt an odd presence behind me, and when I turned, he was holding his arms up as if asking to be picked up.

Well, the gooseflesh that rose on my arms wasn't natural. I asked him if he wanted me to get him out of the crib, and he shook his head no, pointing at something I couldn't see. He kept his arms up, and for some reason I can't recall, I spoke aloud to the room "Welcome. You are always welcome here, but please don't hurt the baby."

After that, I had a number of conversations with the essence that was in the house. I always knew it was there, because my son would start "talking" to it. It didn't seem to be unhappy. It just seemed to love being around the baby.

When they finally got the house sold, and asked us to move out, I asked the landlady if she had any idea who was haunting the house. She stuttered a bit until I told her what had been happening, and then she said, "My husband and I lived here for a few years, and our baby girl always drew the spirit, too. It seems to love kids. According to the folks we bought it from, that ghost had been here when they owned it, too. They just put up with it as long as they could. No one seemed to know why it was here."

Another unanswered mystery.

As the cowardly lion in the Wizard of OZ kept repeating, "I do believe in ghosts...I do...I do..."

I've "seen" a few in my day. Have you?

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

When Kitchens Attack

My original intent was to skip talking about Halloween this week so that I can do it again closer to the actual holiday....but plans change. 

I think my kitchen may be haunted! Here are some of my reasons, these incidents started a few days ago:

1. Three glasses in my closed cupboard have tumbled over on their own on separate occasions. There was no movement in the room but we (hubby and I) were close enough to hear them fall over (our house is small). They were not stacked. They weren't on the same shelf. They weren't the same size/style glass.

2.  When I load the dishwasher, the right-hand side thingy that allows the top shelf to slide forward falls down and I have to hold and balance, unload, re-position, re-load. This doesn't happen to daughter or hubby. Hubby has checked the rollers and side thingy and found nothing wrong with them. When he TRIES to make the shelf fall down it doesn't!!

3.  There is an area on the end of one counter, where we don't prepare food, set down beverage cups etc., that I keep finding a medium size splotch of water/dampness. It's not near the sink. I have no leaks in the ceiling. I wipe it up, it's back the next day. 

4.  Remember the scene in Poltergeist where the chairs keep stacking themselves in the kitchen? I have a metal mixing bowl doing some pretty strange shit! My pots and pans cupboards are chaos, not even the organized kind, but I know where everything is and I KNOW where and in what position I've placed that metal bowl after using it these last days. It ain't stayin' put!!

Very Halloweeny, don't you think???? 

Have a great weekend!
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Carrie Ann Ryan "Delicate Ink"

On the wrong side of thirty, Austin Montgomery is ready to settle down. Unfortunately, his inked sleeves and scruffy beard isn’t the suave business appearance some women crave. Only finding a woman who can deal with his job, as a tattoo artist and owner of Montgomery Ink, his seven meddling siblings, and his own gruff attitude won’t be easy.

Finding a man is the last thing on Sierra Elder’s mind. A recent transplant to Denver, her focus is on opening her own boutique. Wanting to cover up scars that run deeper than her flesh, she finds in Austin a man that truly gets to her—in more ways than one.

Although wary, they embark on a slow, tempestuous burn of a relationship. When blasts from both their pasts intrude on their present, however, it will take more than a promise of what could be to keep them together.

She narrowed her eyes. “So, you know what I’m thinking, do you?” She didn’t like it when people made decisions for her. Not at all.
“Yeah. In this case, I do. I’m not saying I know everything. Far from it. But I get this. Now, on that note, just because we aren’t riding doesn’t mean you’re out of my life for good. You get me? We’re going to date, or whatever, or find a way to see each other again because I want you, Sierra. And from the way you licked your lips and looked at me when you first walked in, you want me too. I get that, right?”
“Bastard,” she mumbled. “I don’t like this alpha thing.”
He brushed his thumb over her lips. “Yeah, Legs. Yeah you do. Now, I’m going to pick you up tomorrow for lunch. Sound good? A real date and all that shit.”
“So romantic.” Yet she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away. “You think you can just tell me we’re going on a date?”
He grinned at her. “I asked you, didn’t tell you. I could have told you, and I think from the look in your eyes, you might have liked it just as much.”
How could he see that deep inside? How could he know what she’d been in the past? It had to be just her imagination. That wasn’t who she was anymore anyway.
“Fine. Dinner. I’ll text you my address.”
He smiled full-out then, leaving her breathless. Damn man. “Good, baby. Good.” He lowered his head; she knew what he was going to do.
And she let him.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. She closed her eyes, melting into him. He reached up and cupped her neck and the back of her head. She moaned, parting her lips. His tongue tangled with hers as he deepened he kiss.
This kiss, this man. Oh, God was he potent…dangerous.
He pulled back when she would have begged for more. Only the promise in his gaze stopped her.
“We’ll do that again soon, Legs. I promise you.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.
Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.

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