I love Friday. Today, I labelled organic meat for sale. It was a fun time-they’re a crazy crew out at the meat shop where we cut and package our meat to sell.
What else did I do today? I posted on Goodreads. Another interview with the poppy boys and another little snippet.
I haven’t done any work on Knight yet today, but I may later. Or maybe a few more words on the poppy boys. I’m really excited to be hitting send very soon on Knight, but it leaves me in something of a quandry, because I really don’t have any stories jockeying for position right now. I may take a few days off and read, just to see if any of them take advantage and slip into the ‘next-in-line’ space. To be honest, the story of what happened before The Courtesy of Knives has been nagging me heavily the last week. It wants to call itself Bird of Paradise, or some form of that, which usually means that there’s a full-fledged story hiding in my subconscious somewhere. Come out, you! We don’t stand for closets around here! The social structure of this society is fascinating and weird and leaves lots of room for UST and sexy scenes. Plus a very scary few as well. We’ll see how it goes…
Kitty, wishing there was wine
I’ve posted a brief interview with the two MC’s of the story, asking them for 3 facts each that we wouldn’t find out in the story. Plus a sexy little snippet, lol! So, if you want to find out why Justin doesn’t like sweet things or what rock walls had to do with Robin becoming a nurse, check out the thread. Be sure to check out Madison Parker’s sweet geek love from yesterday (Best. Pickup. Line. Ever.) and, tomorrow, Max Vos’ grumpy dom. Links are found in the thread.
Still fighting with the cover for Spring. One of these days, maybe we’ll have a vote and let the intended audience choose. We’ll see how it goes.
I’ve been head down all weekend, either getting the chores out of the way so I could go through the beta comments, or working on the beta. I’ve been through the first 11 chapters of Knight 3 times since 5 pm yesterday. Woo! Boy, I’m tired. I usually end up in tears at least once. This time was no exception. By this point in the process, I’m ready to be done and still miles to go before I sleep.
Never got a word written on the poppy boys this weekend. I’ve been playing around with a series of potential covers for the story. I found a perfect picture over on Shutterstock and now I’ve trying to figure out how to use it properly. Later on, before I submit the story to the MM Romance group, I think I’ll ask for some reader’s choice to help me choose the right cover version for it.
Here’s some hotness, just to keep you company. He’s a brazilian model and another potential candidate for the role of Ben.
So far, I’ve posted a little sexy and, today, a little conflict. Enjoy the boys and don’t forget to follow the links in each post, to see what each author is up to. The content of the threadhop post changes each week, but authors may also post snippets randomly, as they please.
Woman in New Orleans looking for a Robb Stark look alike to break in her replica of the Iron Throne
Okay, so it sounds interestingly kinky, but it also sounds like something a bit more appropriate for FetLife than Craigslist. Still, more power to ya, sweetheart, if you can get one. ‘Cause it gives me hope for my harem fantasy. 😀
Don’t forget to check out my Goodreads link. I’ll have the snippet posted by 5 pm. AST, which is 4 pm, EST. I need the time to decide what I want to post–there’s so many possibilities! Do I go sexy again, or get into some of the other regions of the story? I’ve done a sexy snippet already. Maybe a bit of conflict? Decisions, decisions.
I’m going to post this over on Goodreads too. If you want to follow the threadhop when it starts tomorrow night, here’s the link.
My Goodreads Thread Link
Here’s the blurb. It’s still kind of rough–I just did it this morning. I’m not sure how long it’s going to end up-right now, it’s at about 6200 words, but there’s a bit to go yet. We’ll have to see what the boys have to say for themselves as the story progresses. 😀
We’ve all heard those stock phrases. “When one door closes, another opens.” “There’s always a silver lining.” “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.”
But, what if you’re the lemon?
After crashing and burning at his job in the Palliative Care Unit, a young nurse takes a cross-country road trip, hoping a break from his routine will be the transfusion he needs to heal his bruised heart. What he doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels in love with a chance met acquaintance, a man who lives in the moment, treating each day as an adventure.
An idyllic afternoon in a field of poppies leads to confessions by both men, but can their relationship survive the return to reality? Are the poppies a symbol of death, or a sign of rebirth?
Okay, so I got silly the other day and decided I really didn’t have enough work to do. (Yes, I am wearing my dunce cap. How kind of you to notice!) So, I went and organized a thread hop with 6 other writers who are also doing the Love Has No Boundaries write in.
Starting on Friday, April 12th, we are going to play a circular game of Goodreads tag. I’m IT–meet me here on the blog for the link to my first post.
What are we doing? Well, mostly craziness. Each week has a theme, or a question, that the author will post on. The first week is an excerpt from the WIP, to give everyone a taste and an idea of who we’re dealing with. After that, all bets are off and you’ll have to tune in each week, and each day of the week, to find out what the theme is and how our authors and characters are handling it (and let me warn you–some of our authors are characters!)
Who are the
victims volunteers? Me, Max Vos, Layla Hunter, Jena Wade, Kimber Vale, Madison Parker, and Jack Pyke.
Here’s the links to the threads if you want to check them out. The authors will also be posting snippets of their stories, randomly, as the event progresses. So, put a sticky note on the computer and remember to start making the rounds come Friday.
Now you have your formal invitation to tune in Friday to see what a dirty, dirty boy my little Robin is.
Kitty, giggling fiendishly