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Tomorrow’s the Day!

Lead Me To You thumbLead Me to You will be live on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited! 😛  I hope everyone likes Henry and Jaime as much as I do.

While I wait (and to keep myself from becoming a bundle of nerves), I’m organizing promotional stuff for Flesh Market. The amount of research that went into this book surprised me once I got it all together .

I’ll have recommendations for each topic if you want to dig further–some books, some webpages. Even some videos you can hunt out to watch.

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And I Did It!

Though you can’t see it yet. And my wordcount has suffered tremendously the past couple of days.

I uploaded my romantic short to Amazon.

🙂

It’s called Lead Me To You–I threw up a preliminary cover  a week or so ago. The new cover looks like this:

Lead Me To You low res Not much different, just a little blue tinge around the edges so it doesn’t blend completely into a white background (thanks to Ana J Phoenix 🙂 )

The lovely Sasha Knight edited it and called it “sweet, sexy, and cute”. *happy dance*

It’s very short–only 5K. I’ve priced it at $1.49 and it should be available for pre-order tomorrow.  If you have Kindle Unlimited, it will be in there too.

Actual release date isn’t until the 20th, because I’m a chicken and apparently a masochist. I really wanted that week to just chew my nails off and pace around the house muttering crazily. Not like I can keep tweaking it and tweaking it until the minute it goes live. 😛

On a side note, if you’re looking at self-pubbing, don’t go for the lowest price package. I was originally looking at that, then Sasha talked me into the next step up. Half a cent more per word, 100% better. It’s worth the cost.

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market

Just a quick tickle, because the dayjob from before my current dayjob called asking if I could cover for someone for a week. I’m dead on my feet, and now remember why I changed jobs, lol. Oh, well, I promised. Saturday, there shall be wine. A mega-ass sized bottle of wine.

Gone past 27K now, probably going to end in the 30-35K range, especially considering that every time I go through, I always end up with more words than I started. As The Editor in Question says, “Oh, yeah, your stuff grows.”

A little piece from early in the story, just after Julian, my not-an-agent MC, has been ‘kidnapped’:

His helper took the water away long before Julian was ready to see it go. He made a sound of protest and tried to grab for it.

“Shhh. Give it a chance to soak in. You can have more in a bit.” The guy let him lie down and Julian dozed off again.

Waking up the next time was much easier. His eyes were okay with pointing in the same direction, and his head no longer felt like it had been poured full of cement. Julian surveyed his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was shoving Agent Cheyne in the mall and stomping off to the washroom. Everything after that was a blank, but if he was in a strange room, lying on a smelly mattress next to someone he didn’t know, then he’d obviously encountered Agent Gale.

God, he hoped he’d encountered Agent Gale.

Self-Pubbing

I finally got off my butt and pulled out that old first-person short story I wrote ages ago. It’s cute–if you bought a copy of the Underground Erotica Anthology that was put out to support Absolute Write, you would have read it. I keep meaning to come back to those boys. I even have a title for the next story, which generally means it must be written.

Before I start deciding whether to put it up for sale everywhere, or to stick to Amazon and do the Kindle Unlimited thing, I thought I’d run it past another editor, just to see what they say. So, I’ve contracted with Sasha Knight to go over the story. You might know Sasha from Samhain, where she works as an editor. She also freelances: http://www.sashaknighteditor.com/  I’ll keep you updated on how it goes.

Finger cover 2And, because I’m procrastinating and my FBI agents are being jerks, I made a cover for it too. In the anthology, I called it Love Underground because I didn’t have a freaking clue about a name for it. I’ve since changed the name, and it’s going to be called Lead Me to You now. Which isn’t much better, but at least it doesn’t sound as dumb. 😛  Ana-bird talked me through some of this stuff, since it’s been about five or six years since I’ve last done any photo manipulation. I think it turned out all right. 🙂 Needs something around the edges though.

Tuesday Guest Tickle: Mechanically Inclined by Jena Wade

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Mechanically Inclined

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Price: $2.99

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Blurb:

Cal Foster has sworn off men. He is never going to date anyone again, ever. But as the saying goes, never say never, because Josh Gibson isn’t just anyone. Jena Wade brings you all the passion you could hope for in her hot, new contemporary romance, Mechanically Inclined.

Excerpt:

Josh rolled up the sleeves on his teal dress shirt and flipped his tie over his shoulder. He took a deep breath. This needed to go fast if he was going to show up on time. Was there a certain way to take the bolts off? He couldn’t remember. It’d been a long time since he’d actually had to do this. It looked easy enough.

Ten minutes later, Josh had four of the five lug nuts off. The last one was causing him trouble. He placed the tire iron on the bolt and pulled with as much strength as he had left in him. It didn’t budge.

“Need some help with that?”

“Christ!” Josh let go of the iron and landed on his butt in the dirt. “Holy hell, man. Where’d you come from?” Maybe it was because Josh was on his back, but the guy looked huge. He loomed over him. A full dark beard covered his face, and his white button-down shirt stretched tight across his wide chest and muscular arms.

Did he hit his head when he fell? His dream man stood before him. Josh had been looking for the perfect man all his life. What were the odds that Mr. Right would show up on a country road in the middle of a cornfield?

Note: I remember when Jena put this through the critique group and there’s some cute awkwardness going on in this story.

Tuesday Tickle (on a Wednesday): Five Alarm Blaze

Just call me Britney (of the Oops, I Did It Again fame). Boy, do I need a vacation. (Not from writing or Tuesday Tickles, just from everything else. A week on the beach with the cabana boy would be nice. 🙂 )

A little more from the calendar shoot. I’m still mucking around with how Seth is posed, but I kind of like this one. (I’m still hemming and hawing about the choice to use the word ‘fruity’, too.) I’m also just realizing how many s sounds there are in that first sentence. *makes note to self* Oh, and a repeated word… *blushes* Wow, there’s a lot to fix in this. 😛

The way they’d set up the rigs, he could see where they’d set the stretcher out in the sunshine. Seth sat on the mattress and swung his legs up. The photographer handed him a pair of black Blues Brothers sunglasses and a tropical looking drink in a martini glass, an umbrella hanging drunkenly off one side. Seth laughed, put on the sunglasses and leaned back on the stretcher with one hand behind his head. It made the muscles in his arm stand out and, when the photographer had arranged his other arm the way he wanted it, fruity-looking drink held casually between Seth’s fingers, the paramedic looked like sex on a stretcher.

And Cody’s fingers itched to touch.

Tuesday Tickle: Five Alarm Blaze

I’m late again! I don’t know if my internal clock is off, or what’s going on. Today feels like Friday. Actually, every day last week felt like Friday. (Imagine my disappointment when I woke up and realized I still had to go to work. 🙂 )

So, my fireman. Unlike a lot of the ones I’ve read, my fireman is inexperienced, shy, and completely socially awkward–at least where his love interest is.

You know those sexy calendars that different service groups do sometimes? *snickers*

“You need to get your shirt off.” The young woman with the make-up said when he walked up. ”We’re going for the natural look, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do a little subtle enhancement.” She grinned and flapped a hand at his white t-shirt. “After all, there’s going to be all sorts of ladies, and a few men, daydreaming over these pictures—we want to be impressive. Not that you look like you’d be anything but.” At Cody’s grimace, she laughed. “Ah, I love the shy ones. Doesn’t matter. Get the shirt off.” She tugged at the hem expectantly.

Cody put the axe down and pulled his shirt off before he could chicken out. If the rest of them could do this, he could too.

The photographer called Seth outside while the young woman whisked a light layer of powder over Cody’s face and torso. Cody couldn’t help himself—his head turned to follow the paramedic as he walked out into the sunshine. Seth moved with a calm assurance, almost a strut, but not so arrogant. Like he was good at what he did and knew it, but didn’t care if anyone else did.

You could kind of admire a guy like that. Except Cody didn’t want any more reasons to be obsessed with the man than his own stupid body was giving him.

The way they’d set up the rigs, he could see where they’d set the stretcher out in the sunshine. Seth sat on the mattress and swung his legs up. The photographer handed him a pair of black Blues Brothers sunglasses and a tropical looking drink in a martini glass, an umbrella hanging drunkenly off one side. Seth laughed, put on the sunglasses and leaned back on the stretcher with one hand behind his head. It made the muscles in his arm stand out and, when the photographer had arranged his other arm the way he wanted it, fruity-looking drink held casually between Seth’s fingers, the paramedic looked like sex on a stretcher.

And Cody’s fingers itched to touch.

Of course, as soon as I put it up, I see things I want to change. Le sigh. On the bright side, everyone’s got names now. Well, most of them. Some of the are still ‘axe dude’ or ^^^^^^. 🙂