Tuesday, December 25, 2012
This is the holiday season and a time for family and friends. Spending time with the people you care about is a blessing and enjoy each moment of that time. This holiday season I wish you lots of love and time with your family and friends.
Have a great holiday and a wonderful upcoming New Year.
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Wilde Rapture - When a woman ducks into an alcove at a wedding she meets the man who is intriguing and will tempt her.
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Saturday, December 15, 2012
Consumed by curiosity, Kaily gives herself to a mystery man for Christmas.
Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?
To win the woman he desires above all else, Dylan turns the Twelve Days of Christmas into the twelve passions, all in one night.
Santa Baby, Waitin' Just for You
Rarely reckless, Kaily flung off the negligee she'd first thought to wear. It landed in a red ephemeral heap beside the tastefully trimmed Christmas tree.
So what if she'd just broken into his house...well, she hadn't exactly broken in...more like she spied on him until she found out where he hid the extra key...lodged in a crack of the frame above the door of the Victorian mansion he'd resurrected from certain crumbling death, and now obviously treasured.
There was only one thing Kaily could see amiss in the traditional holiday atmosphere he'd created with the help of the town's local historical club--a garish red ribbon. The long sash had a simple bow attached to one end, and practically shone despite the low lighting.
Kaily stared at the unexpected invitation.
Certainly, the river of red ribbon didn't belong on the floor as a decoration, and she couldn't see anywhere else it belonged...except wrapped around her.
Since she was giving herself to him as a gift for Christmas...well, why not?
Wildly inspired, Kaily plucked up what looked to be about three yards of ribbon. After strategically emphasizing her full breasts, she arranged it around her naked body. Naked that is, except for her gold ankle bracelet, her 'I want to seduce you earrings'...and a whimsical pair of faux-fur trimmed santa boots.
Heck, Kaily reasoned, if he was gay he might just chuckle a ho-ho-ho, and turn it all into big ole joke...and she'd turn her bare tail, and escape as quick as possible. If he wasn't gay, but didn't want to take what she was offering, Kaily hoped he would have a holly jolly laugh at her expense as he politely showed her to the door.
It was all too true, her curiosity raged out of control--even causing her sleepless nights. The object of her desire had sauntered into Kaily's small town last December. He'd paid cash on the spot for the dilapidated but proud old Victorian mansion, according to Becky Starks the one realtor.
With a vengeance, and despite the winter weather, Sexy Strange Man--as she'd thought of him then--had set about restoring the mansion. He'd also made certain to gain the good will of everyone in town...well, almost everyone.
Nessie Jones, the town's librarian, didn't like Dylan. Of course, Nessie didn't like anyone anyway, for whatever reason she could find. The love of her life was books and a mystery man she claimed to be married to--that no one ever saw.
Behind Dylan's back, Nessie always curled her lip and wrinkled her nose, as if his deodorant had failed in its job...which might be case, since he always smelled smoky and impossibly virile to Kaily.
Even though she did try to avoid him, because of her obsession with knowing more about him--why make herself look like a prize-trussed fool in front of everyone by groping him with questions--still, they were always running into each other, and Kaily always became turned-on, and positively inebriated by his scent.
Okay yes, Kaily admitted, now she did look good and trussed up, the way the length of red ribbon wound around her body. At least, by what she could see. There was a slice of her reflection in the tall narrow mirror near the fireplace mantle.
With the bow dangling from one hand, Kaily wondered if she should position it over her well-furred pussy--not completely covered by the ribbon. Or maybe, the large showy bow should nestle between the swells of her breasts...or be placed like a centerpiece above her ample-enough cleavage.
''Ooooh...Santa baby, waitin' just for you," she crooned like the song, then pursed her lips in an attempt to look sexy.
Kaily has been consumed by curiosity ever since Dylan suddenly appears in her small town. Surreptitiously, she watches the mystery man restore a rundown Victorian mansion, all while his charm and sincerity gain him the good will of most everyone. This is especially true when he volunteers to become the annual Santa Claus for the children at the town's park.
The problem for Kaily: No one really knows anything about Dylan's past or where he came from. With her attraction to him growing day by day, she becomes a driven woman. On a desperate whim, she gives herself to him as a Christmas present. Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Most of the Romance Writers Who Behave Badly are super veteran. And talented. And just generally awesome. But they also let me be part of their group and post here from time to time, and I'm no voice of authority, just another beginner trying to make this writing thing happen. I figure some folks who visit here are in a similar place. Welcome.
Lately in my journey, two very marketing-savvy folks have advised me to dream big. I should develop writing goals, see, like make the NYT bestseller list or be in book stores or win awards. These are worthy dreams in terms of making a career as a writer. But honestly, I'm more interested in making a life as a writer, if that even makes sense. So here are my big dreams:
I dream that one day I'll write a book that a complete stranger will read, and it will make her cry.
I dream that one day I'll wrap up in shiny paper a book that has my name on the cover. I'll give it to my mother and tell her thank-you for all those yard-sale novels she bought me for a dime each when I was a kid. Hundreds of them, stored in the garage because Dad wasn't into that stuff.
I dream that some day I'll chat with my daughter over tea and mention how when she was in grade school she said she wanted to be just like me and write stories. I'll remind her that I'm always proud of her, but that nothing has ever made me prouder of myself than her comment that day.
I dream that some brand-new writer will come to me and ask for advice, and I'll cheer her on and tell her that she has talent and watch her flourish in her writing adventure, and I'll pay forward all the kindness I've received from other writers over the years. And the cycle won't stop.
I dream that some day a teenager will write breathless not-half-bad fanfiction based on my worlds and characters.
And that other fans will get it. And run with it.
I dream that some day a student will write a paper based on one of my books and not curse me throughout.
Okay, some cursing allowed.
Because achieving even just one of those dreams? Would totally be worth it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Okay, I'm a little part of it and it is available only as an ebook, but still! Multiple end punctuation warranted here!! (Whoa, that was a little much. The editrix in me just threw up a little.) So, yes, this is super exciting for me.
And it's a good anthology besides. I've read all the other stories, and nothing in a long time has made me so desperately want to stay up till four in the morning eating snack cakes and playing AD&D. So don yer +3 pauldrons of doom and smite something! ... Or just read the epic fantasy quest sex.
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Sunday, November 4, 2012
The steamier the better IMHO. Then again, it depends on the story and the characters.
As leader of the vampires, Ryant is driven to protect Kris not only because of their past connection but because, now, the Soulscapes are out for her blood. If they succeed, the soul demons will rule the Darkworld--and no one will ever be safe. Ryant has a plan to convince Kris she needs his protection, but it all goes badly awry when, in spite of the years separating them, he's unable to keep his hands and mind off her--or the human Darin James out of the picture.
Warning: Vampires, werewolves and humans--oh my!
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Friday, November 2, 2012
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Kandace doesn't know why she's a real witch. Despite her powers, she can't find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she's been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.
Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades' most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they've found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can't fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
Grabbing a breath, Kandace crept toward the door. This time she expanded her awareness to the interior, checking for anyone else, before turning the knob.
The door cooperated as if she'd put a spell on it. Slipping inside, she closed the door so there was not the tiniest sound. She pivoted around and waved her hand, creating a soft illumination.
Paintings adorned all four walls of the private office. A mixture of modern, impressionism, and realism, they were all forgeries, to her utter astonishment.
That is, except for the painting Kandace planned to steal back. Of course, many collectors had forgeries done of their prize pieces, keeping the real art in secure underground vaults that were, more often than not, lavish showrooms.
Psi-detecting forgeries had become a magickal specialty of hers, ever since Kandace's sister, Meredith—also adopted by her parents—had opened up her own small art gallery, then been tricked by a man supposedly selling his original.
Curious, Kandace roved her gaze over the eclectic selection of paintings, unconcerned about surveillance measures. There would be none in this keep-all-deals-under-the-table office for the rich and famous.
While something pricked at her about the collection, something she didn't have time to figure out, Kandace moved toward the painting stolen from her friend. Valerie and her husband had found the early Frederic Remington painting at an estate sale.
Despite the layer of grime, Valerie had known. Since the age of twelve she'd had a love affair with the Western artist, and already owned every print available.
Kandace paused, studying the wall around the Remington for any hidden alarms. Discovering one, she disabled it with a point of her finger.
A slight hiss of sound alerted her. Inadvertently, she'd triggered another alarm and the mansion's security team would be headed her way.
Keeping her cool, Kandace aimed her finger directing the Remington from the wall, and onto the Georgian antique desk. Swiftly flowing her palm over the frame, she found the embedded RFID chip and GPS locator. Loosening the frame with more of her magick, she carefully removed the precious canvas.
Shutting her eyes, Kandace concentrated, then zapped the Remington to the trunk of her car. She followed it with her mind's eye, watching the painting settle within the climate-controlled container.
Rapidly moving toward the door, Kandace eliminated the illumination she'd manifested. Cracking open the door, she peeked out. An army of footsteps rushed up the main stairway. From the other end of the long corridor she heard the jogging run of another team.
"What's a witch girl to do?" she whispered, gently closing the door.
A whole lot of tricks so not up my sleeve. How easy peasy cool would it be to suspend them on the ceiling with a snap of my fingers?
Kandace battled her temptation to do just that. However, a blatant use of magick was never smart in a world ruled by science.
Plus, she'd already had a few astral run-ins with psychics working for the shadow government. They regularly searched for specimens like her to be rounded up or recruited.
Backing away, Kandace raised her arms, and focused on centering her force. Wiggling her nose like Samantha in Bewitched, simply for the fun it, she brought forth an invisibility cloak.
While it would only last for a few minutes, that should give her enough time to rejoin the charity event. Appearing to be innocent in the face of her magickal heist was crucial.
Hearing the tromping charge of security, Kandace retreated to wait beside the desk. The door flew inward and the lights blazed on.
Guns drawn, the guards entered like the professionals they were. Their gazes swept the room thoroughly, but fast. Splitting up into two-man teams, they began a systematic search.
The instant the doorway cleared, Kandace made a beeline for it. As she escaped, she wished she'd thought to take off her heels. Still, she'd worn her mid-thigh bouffant skirt since it didn't hinder her.
Hastily, she minced her way to the staircase, and quickly descended. She huffed breaths because the bodice of her fire-red dress was tight as a corset.
Even though she remained invisible, Kandace felt relieved she saw no one. She wasn't without mass. Someone could definitely feel her.
Oh crap, oops. There had been no one on the stairway when she'd just looked.
Now, two brawny men in matching dark suits pistoned their legs, trotting up the stairs. Thinking, yet acting on instinct, Kandace clambered astride the banister. Thank the Goddess, it was a straight slide to the bottom now.
She whooshed downward easily because of her expensive pantyhose. As she whizzed past the two super security guys, her skirt brushed the thigh of one. Hardly breaking stride, he glanced back.
"Felt one of your damn ghosts," he growled to his partner.
"Told you the place is haunted," his partner replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Casper isn't happy tonight."
"No one's happy tonight with that painting disappearing right beneath our noses."
"We'll get the bastard, or fucking bastards."
"Yeah, no cat burglar is that good."
I am that good. For I am the notorious cat witch burglar.
Squinching her eyes shut, Kandace prepared herself for a collision with the Roman-style column at the end of the banister.
Her butt hit with a big ole thwack!
"Ow." Kandace briefly rubbed her stinging derriere. Scrambling to the floor, she hurried toward the women's lounge.
Kandace thought she heard the slide of clothing, and decided the other twin disrobed. In a lovely delirium of passion, she didn't move to find out for certain. Besides, Zol or Zin's lips tempted the small of her back, placing a beautiful-feeling kiss.
Kandace doubted any man had ever kissed her there. Certainly not like that. Not this feeling of I'm in sex paradise.
Sensually, he nuzzled her skin. The prowess of his mouth teased her, then pleased her with more long kisses. In absolute ecstasy, Kandace went limp.
She whimpered as his hands flowed down her arms. He palmed her hips beneath her skirt and his lips deserted her back. With clever fingers, he slowly eased her pantyhose downward and over her butt.
"Yes, naked," she murmured.
"Not yet, darling Kandy." His soft growl was a command.
The waistband of her pantyhose captured her knees. Smoothly stroking, he roamed his hands up and down the entire length of her thighs.
Goddess, they had the best, most sensually pleasurable hands in the universe. "What are you going to do to me, you bad hellhound?"
"Enjoying the shape of your bare ass."
His lips grazed one of her butt cheeks and languidly nibbled. When his incredible kisses claimed the curves of her ass, Kandace moaned, "Oh, yes."
Seductively, he nuzzled beneath the fullest flesh of her butt, then nipped her with his lips, his passion obvious. His mouth moved higher, tantalizing her with more kisses.
"I swear I'm a puddle of flame for you." Kandace had never felt anything like this red-hot insanity of need. Her pussy begged to be noticed -- it was so wet and wanton.
Raising her ass high, he seized her legs above her knees, and her bouffant skirt brushed her back. Kandace grabbed white satin, attempting to fist the bedspread, but it was too slippery.
A dark rumble of lust sounded close by. "Lick her. I want to watch our Kandy Apple blaze out of control."
"Oh lick, yes," she managed to say.
Was there any breath left inside her body?
"Red as sin and cherries, brother."
Kandace quivered inside. She felt her pussy folds swell in anticipation, an ultra sexy sensation. Unexpectedly, his tongue tip probed her slit. The gentle exploration sent a jolt of ecstasy through her mound.
"More," she whispered. "Please "
She hadn't finished speaking when he licked the length of her sex seam. The smooth finesse of his tongue made Kandace keen a long whimper. Desperately, she hoped for more.
Zin or Zol didn't disappoint.
He lapped her pussy slit in the same way, but with a steadiness that erotically pulsed her flesh. Her entire body melted, then pleasurably throbbed.
Near the edge of an orgasm, she dipped her back, thrusting her pussy as close as possible. His tongue struck her clit, nearly undoing her.
A fiery need enveloped her instead, and with each flick of his tongue, he stoked her higher. Suddenly igniting with rapture, Kandace screamed a moan.
Ecstatic sweeps of pleasure owned her, and only his hold on her kept her from collapsing onto the bed.
"Kandace." His rasp moved through her body like liquid smoke.
The moment her knees could support her, he slipped her pantyhose down her legs. As he tenderly smoothed them from her feet, sparkly tingles danced inside her.
Somewhat coherent, Kandace asked what she wanted to know. "Which one?"
"Zin," he hoarsely growled close to her ear. He gripped both of her butt cheeks, rubbing caresses. "It's Zin, my beautiful witch."
"Goddess, even your voice gives me a mini orgasm."
"May I say, Kandy Apple, the shape and softness of your derriere is an inspiration for my erectly standing manhood."
"Such a gentlemanly confession, hellhound."
Goddess, when had she ever known this dreamy sort of passion, especially with her ass stuck up in the air? As Zin stroked, she felt like she drowned in the dreaminess, yet somehow kept breathing. "What about your caninehood?"
"Volcanically engorged as we speak."
"Mmmm engorged. I think my womanhood is still engorged."
"Should I naughtily entice your engorgement?"
"Oh, do naughtily entice me."
His large thumbs slid over the inner flesh of her ass, halting near her juicy sex entrance. Tenderly prying her cheeks apart, he thrust his tongue just inside her pussy.
"Zin." Her breathy gasp of pleasure lasted longer than saying his name.
The pointed tip of his tongue twirled strongly. Then he licked the inner rim of her passage. Basking in the sweet, wicked wildness, Kandace clenched her eyelids.
"Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good."
Zin drilled his tongue inside her repeatedly, his tempo languid yet forceful. He made her crave his cock. Goddess save her, she wanted him lunging in and out of her for the longest time.
Although, Kandace couldn't quite believe he took her this way, given this was their first time together. Still, her body burned like a blissful furnace.
She opened her core to him, whispering, "What you do to me."
Her orgasm began as a clench deep inside her passage, interrupted when Zin withdrew his plunging tongue. Kandace couldn't voice the no screaming inside her.
She panted like a wild thing. Sweltering and needy, she searched for a bit of relief by slipping her arms forward over the cool satin.
"I want your breasts, Kandy Apple."
Zin's roughened voice smoldered her, made her fiercer with need.
He stroked beneath her bodice, covering her breasts. The possessive feel of his hands made the entire length of her clit twist, pain and pleasure. "Zin."
"What delicious apples you have, Kandace, especially the stems."
Inebriated by her blazing arousal, she mumbled, "You did that on purpose."
"All the better to passionately devour you, my darling."
His words moved through her, sexy and sinuous as a dragon. "Devour me with your fire, hellhound."
The restriction of being halfway dressed crazed Kandace suddenly, and she cried out, a strangled yell of frustration.
"Naked." She clawed at the bedspread.
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Kandace and her hellhounds, Zol and Zin, invite you to read their love story ~
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades' most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Here's the beginning of my featured flash scene...
By Savanna Kougar
With her head pounding from a nerve-wracking day at her rotten stupid job as a bank teller... with her stomach growling and pressed against her spine because she’d skipped lunch to license her junker of a car, then pick up her Little Red Riding Hood costume for tonight’s Halloween party... Sapphyra jogged toward the entrance of the small shop that sold stuffed animals, many of them realistic looking.
That is, before Doris closed up -- only minutes away.
“Oh, hell, no.” The words burst out of Sapphyra as she glimpsed Helen’s silver Porsche parked nearby.
There's lots of contests happening and if you wanna win one of my books...
***Contest for 18yrs and older only: Savanna is offering one PDF copy of one of books from her backlist. The winner's choice. Read on to find out how you may add this treat to your goody bag. CONTEST ENDS ON OCT. 22ND AT MIDNIGHT.
~ Have a magickal and wicked Halloween ~
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Friday, October 12, 2012
My character jumped in and changed everything up. Who knew Leo and Cami went to school together. Who knew he was a geek turned alpha and who really knew he was a Dom!
A lot of my Talbot's Peak family is leaning heavily into the BDSM lifestyle...a total, but welcome surprise.
As an author, I would love to have the plotting ability down cold, however, the voices in my head...ie participants in my writing journey, don't want to let me. Too boring, they say...not enough freedom, they whine.
I gotta tell ya, if this crew is allowed anymore freedom, I just might find myself locked away! Pads on the very white walls. Just make sure I have a computer at my disposal, or a marker...I can make it work. ~wink~
It took everything Leo had to hold back the chuckle bubbling up inside him. Cami Ann Wilk, the quietly sexy, shyly searching wolf who’d overlooked his geeky nature all through school, here in the office with Kennel cough. Fate was being incredibly kind to him today.
“Well, what do we have here? I see you’re a shapeshifter, canine breed wolf, with a nasty sounding cough. How about we get you on the table and have a listen to those lungs.” He squat; readjusting the kilt as he went, and scooped up the lovely wolf. “Such soft fur, lots of protein in your diet?”
A sort of cough/snort erupted from her muzzle and drooly snot ran down her lips. She looked away and whined. The sound was pure embarrassment. In her human form a blush would spread across her pale skin—a visual reminder of how close to the surface her blood flowed and the pleasure she’d find his brand of love. Over the years he’d spent an inordinate amount of time watching her, hoping she would see him back.
He ran his hands over her head and down her back, both to sooth and steady the beautiful animal before reaching for his stethoscope. “Okay, sweetheart, deep breath in…and out. Once more…”
The nice thing about working with shifters was that they actually listened to what you told them while in their alternate form. Well, some did. There was this smarty pants squirrel who didn’t listen to anyone and a snake that was forever trying to peek under his kilt, but both were so amusing he didn’t mind playing along.
“Sounds to me like kennel cough. Can I assume you were out on Jack and Jill’s hill last week at the monthly free-for-all?” Once again she issued the cough/snort and lowered her eyes.
Yeah, she was there wandering—though not participating. Hers had been a familiar expression, he’d seen it all through school; she wanted to join the group she was just too submissive to make the attempt.
“Cami Ann,” He said, tipping her head up so he could look into her crystalline blue eyes. His use of her name shocked her into skittering and nearly falling from the exam table. “Careful now. Go ahead, shift and get dressed. You and I have much to discuss.”
Leo walked to the door, looked back and smiled. His years away had taught him more than veterinary science; he’d perfected his technique under many of the best Doms across the country—though none better then Talbot Peak’s very own dominating duo, Mistress Penelope and Master Dom. All in preparation for his return to her…his perfect submissive.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Hi, everyone, just in case you're in the mood to vote October 1-3, I have entered this contest with the cover art for Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds. Just click on the banner.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
As a teen I loved reading and writing. I am so glad I kept all my old journals. If you know a teen, please encourage her/him to keep a journal and to read often.
One of my favorite erotic romance writers has a young adult book coming out and I'd like to take a moment to shamelessly promote it.
Coming September 25th, 2012 from Gena Showalter! Alice in Zombieland.
Had anyone told Alice Bell that her entire life would change course between one heartbeat and the next, she would have laughed. From blissful to tragic, innocent to ruined? Please. But that's all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything she knew and loved was gone.
Her father was right. The monsters are real.
To avenge her family, Ali must learn to fight the undead. To survive, she must learn to trust the baddest of the bad boys, Cole Holland. But Cole has secrets of his own, and if Ali isn't careful, those secrets might just prove to be more dangerous than the zombies.
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Saturday, September 8, 2012
Books by Erotic Romance Author, Solara Gordon, can be found at ~ bookstrand.com/solara-gordon ~
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Two long-time Romance Writers Who Behave Badly got together last year, and from that frolic came a story, “Sophie’s Rogues,” which officially released this week. One of the big questions we get all the time is "What’s it like to co-write?" Well, we’ve got the answer to that, by way of Ten Guidelines for Co-writing:
1. Get yourself an awesome and unflappable co-writer. Proceed to annoy, bother, and ultimately flap her. (Note: This isn’t a guideline I can really attest to as I don’t think Christa ever once flapped. The whole thing was like a staring contest. That I lost. – viv)
2. Come up with a good versioning process. Nothing’s more frustrating than adding your bit to the master doc ... and then having it get overwritten or accidentally deleted or lost. Dropbox is great for sharing master docs, but you’ll probably want versions even there.
3. Don’t expect everything to go smoothly, but don’t be surprised if it actually does.
4. Agree on the basics beforehand: POV, setting, characterizations, theme, end-state...
5. ...and then proceed to break as many “rules” as possible, knowing that your partner is going to save you from looking like a dork.
6. Share all your ideas, even if you think they sound lame or unfeasible. Co-writing by its nature offers a great fast-track through brainstorming. Can’t hurt to take advantage of that.
7. Nail down your process. Some co-writers pick a character each and then exchange POV-centered scenes. We used a more linear and organic process: one of us would write until she was stuck, then the other would pick up and unstick the whole thing.
8. Write to your strengths. The truly awesome thing about co-writing is that you have a whole other set of strengths – your co-writer’s. The best co-written stories showcase the best of both writers.
9. Allow yourself to have fun. Solitary writing can begin to feel like work after a while, but when you add another writer into the mix, it’s suddenly a social event, a grand experiment. A party. So go ahead and indulge a bit.
10. Write with someone you trust and respect.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
~This lovely story depicts a married couple who find life getting in the way of love. Mary, feeling ignored, jumps to a heart-breaking conclusion. Joe, stressed and over worked, can't communicate when she won't listen. Will these two remember why they married ten years ago? Or call it quits and go their separate ways? It's all about forgiveness. A.J. Best brings these characters to life by putting them in a situation many of us face daily. I can only hope that her next book is longer. The cover is fantastic and the editing spot on. Keep an eye on this one!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Merry widow Sophie, Lady Atherly, and her love have made a game of shocking each other with their wanton encounters. Sebastian is currently in the lead, but she has a plan to even the score; a threesome with her friend and previous lover, Edward. Sophie still entertains fantasies about Edwad, and the idea of having both men at once promises pleasure beyond anything she's experienced before. Sebastian is ready to play along, but with one condition: that Sopie submit completely to the two roues' commands...
And here's a free-read prequel of sorts,
in case you wan an intoroduction to Sophie's world.