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Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that.

This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly in all four directions and its tongue hanging limply out the side of its mouth. The wolf groaned and growled at him before going back to whatever drunken things metaphysical wolves dreamed of when completely tanked.

First set of edits on Bite Me Tender done, and all my weird grammar corrected. I hope. I’m still working away on my rockstar fantasy and picking away at whatever else kicks my fancy into gear. Oh, and Kimber Vale just sold her rockstar fantasy to Liquid Silver, so lots of rockin’ and rollin’ going on in the crit group.

Speaking of, we’re starting to do ‘writing sprints’, which should be interesting. Seeing as how I write with all the speed of a glacier in full forward motion. I get the feeling I’ll be eating a lot of digital dust over the coming months.

Meh. C’est la vie.

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Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Furface

It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this:

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I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot in about 6 months and I can feel it in my left shoulder already after only taking 30 pokes at the little prince. But I feel better now and once I have coffee, I will be FANTASTIC!

So, remember the last time I posted a little Furface for you? And we figured out that Glyn can talk to the werewolves’ wolves? Does it surprise anyone that Glyn’s wolf has an attitude on him that could fill the Grand Canyon?

Glyn leapt off him (Levi), the sudden cramp in his gut at the separation a pale echo of the pain in his heart. He rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, his bare feet sure on the old wood boards, and raced up the stairs. Hi wolf whined and circled nervously inside him.

Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to talk about it.

He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the bang so loud it hurt his ears.

:That’s very helpful.:

Shut up, wolf.

The wolf sniffed and went silent, but even its silence spoke volumes. It didn’t think Connor was an issue.

Yeah, and I’m going to just leave you with that. This is going to be a fun book. 😀

High Speed Revisions: Roadrunner got nothin’ on me

By dint of gluing my butt to my chair and doing nothing but writing for about 16 hours, I’ve tied another 4500 words into Bite Me Tender. It will make the story stronger, in the end, but it’s nerve-racking going back through, because every decision you make, every change that you add in, has the potential to unravel something that happens later in the story. I’m running it past 3 victims volunteers, whose eagle eyes and sharp minds will be instrumental in catching my pratfalls.

Me, my eyes have started to cross looking at the darn thing. We all know that I’m the kind of writer that stews stuff and tends not to write that fast. My writer brain is a bit on the flabby side for something like this. Fingers crossed that it won’t be too awfully bad. But, in order to hit our target date, Raven needed it back ASAP. Hoping for tomorrow night. Good thing she’s on the west coast and I’m on the east coast.

And don’t think I won’t milk that time difference for every second it’s got. 😀

And is it not ridiculous that I want to just sit and write something, anything, else, to unwind?

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me, Furface!

I’m officially at 50% of my guesstimate on Furface. (Of course, we all know how accurate that probably is.) I thought I’d celebrate that with a few lines from chapter one, tentatively titled ‘Rattling Cages’. A little bit of Glyn being Glyn, for your entertainment.

It’s Date Night:

The waitress sat them at their usual table, a small one near the back, where Glyn’s hijinks usually went unnoticed. She offered them menus-which they didn’t need but ended up with anyway-accepted their order for beer, and went back to her rapid to and fro between the kitchen and the diners.

Levi had hardly put the menus aside before it started. A sock clad foot made its stealthy way up the inside of his calf, pausing to circle his kneecap, before beginning a slow journey along his inner thigh. Levi sipped at his water and pretended not to notice, just as Glyn pretended that nothing untoward was going on underneath the table.

“Did you want to rent a movie to watch tonight?” Glyn asked, all innocence. The foot crept another inch up Levi’s leg.

“It’s starting to get cold at night. I want to get a bit of wood put in the basement, split some of that big stuff to fit the woodstove.” He watched Glyn’s eyes grow big, but any response the other man would have made was short-circuited by the return of the waitress with their beer. Gotcha!

Fun with Werewolves

I’m developing a pattern with these two projects. Work on the Boyler Room one day, work on Furface the next.

Today was a very wolfish day. I’m learning lots about Connor, who was more a plot device in the last book than a full-fledged character. He seems to be coming into his own in this one and, I think, will be more than a match for Glyn. For all his easy-going manner, he wants what he wants and he’ll smile and bat his eyelashes, make suggestive remarks, and dig his heels in until he gets it.

Gonna be fun to watch the seduction. 😀

Just over 1000 words today on that one story and probably more, but I’ve updated the progress bars with the numbers I have right now, since I don’t know if I’ll have time later. It would be nice to finish this by the end of the month and start running it through the crit group for the summer.

Tomorrow, I have to decide if I’m going to write the introduction of Gideon’s brother Asa into the story or something else. If I’m feeling particularly creative, I might try to write the dance routine where Gideon and Lee first see each other. I started their first love scene last night–it’s very sweet, which surprised me. I wasn’t expecting that, but now I’m intrigued. Here’s hoping you will all be, whenever it’s done. 😛

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Furface

I find myself in the delightful situation of having no particular due dates and about a zillion possible choices of what to work on next. Do I pick the biopunk? Or the low-magic fantasy with the political intrigue? The contemporary rockstar fantasy? The steampunk bunny that latched onto my brain today? (Thanks Babi, I’ll get you for that!)

One thing for sure, the second book in the Bite Me series needs to be written. I mean, how can you resist stuff like this:

Bryan held the two by four up to the side of the table so Levi could nail it in place. “So, when are you going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Levi asked around the nails in his mouth. He knocked each nail in with one smooth stroke apiece. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Glyn watching him from his perch at the bar, where he was slicing limes for the evening. He smiled and turned a little, so Glyn had a better of view of his biceps flexing in the worn t-shirt.

Bryan looked over at him, obviously uncertain how to proceed. “He’s not normal, Levi. Since when does a werewolf talk to the wolves inside us?”

“Whatever he’s become since I bit him, he’s still a witch, Bryan. He’s not going to be a normal wolf. Better just get used to it.” Should dig out the toolbelt and do some work around the house tonight. Not that he expected to get much done once Glyn saw the toolbelt. Levi wasn’t the only with ingrained responses. Pavlov’s witch, ha ha.

These two make me laugh. And, for all the sniping they do, they have a very respectful relationship, as you will see while the story progresses.

Don’t forget to check out Goodreads! I need to make one quick adjustment to my cover, and then I think I’m going to post it over there. Two of the stories have already been released early, with more promised if we can get 95 more people to join. So, quick, go join the group! And Jack is posting about William–yum!

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender–Let’s meet Glyn’s grandmother!

First off, I’m going to give you a link to a blog that made me snarf my coffee this morning. Pucker Up Buttercup. My computer is still recovering from the caffeine spike. Thank you, ma’am, for making my day! Not only that, but when I opened up the page to get the link so I could put it in here, I swallowed some of my ever so healthy salmon and rice supper the wrong way. Now I’m sitting in front of the computer eating ice cream and recovering from my near brush with death. So, when I gain ten pounds, it’s all gonna be her fault.

For today’s Tuesday Tickle, we’re going back to the werewolves. This little bit comes from the second chapter. Glyn’s grandmother, who is a full blooded witch, comes to visit, because she’s worried about Glyn. Unfortunately, Gram usually causes as much stress as whatever situation she thinks she’s helping with… (By the way, Glyn has some OCD tendencies, from issues around his diluted witchblood.)

“Hi, Gram.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out a chair for her, which she ignored in favor of wandering around his kitchen.

“Hello, Glynnie. I see nothing’s changed here.” She rearranged the canisters on the counter and, while Glyn was putting them back in order by size, she reorganized his set of chef’s knives on their magnetic strip, leaving some pointing up and some down, the small ones mixed up with the large.

Glyn followed behind her, setting everything back in it’s place and trying to ignore the gleam of amusement in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. But witches were witches and buttons, real or psychological, existed to be pushed, regardless of the aftermath. Chaos suited them.

Lady, why had he thought this was a good idea? Less than three minutes and he could already feel his own brand of witch-crazy raising its ugly head and sniffing the air. At this rate, Levi would come home to find him in his birthday suit, painting runes on the walls and singing children’s songs in three different languages while Gram played the bongos and made the furniture dance. Levi hadn’t left him the first time it happened, but he wasn’t sure he had enough credit left in that account for a repeat performance.

She near drove me into the Butterscotch Palace, trying to write her. Hard to keep control of a character that’s supposed to be subtle and chaotic–she even hid things from me! But it was an entertaining experience and she ended up adding a lot to the story. I’m glad she poked her nose in. But I still have no plans to invite her for tea.

Don’t forget to keep an eye on Velvet Panic and MC Hana, for their VIB award posts! Keep an eye here, as well, as I’ll be doing another Loosey Goosey Review during one of the next few posts, on Erin Lark’s upcoming BDSM romance, Stray.

Don’t forget to pat the cat!

Kitty