Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Several bloggers are getting together to help the family with the costs of dealing with this blow. I know that a childs death is sad and isn't like a baby with a disease or curing something but it's still just as important. If you son or daughter was killed in an accident what would you do?
These bloggers mostly Mothers themselves are putting together a raffle. Every dollar you donate will be one entry into the drawing for prizes. Stephanie from Babe's Rocking Mami is oraganizing this event she will get an email with your info and the amount you've donated and will email you back to confirm and give you your drawing numbers. When the auction ends tentatively on the 15th of January, possibly the 31st.Winners will be drawen random.org. I hope to have more details on the auction in the next few days as more sponors get back in touch, between the weekend and weather people are taking longer to get back in touch. Decide to give up your morning coffee to Riley for a day and you give $5 to a deserving family and get five entries to win some cool stuff!
At the time I'm writing this the donations we have to auction off right now are:
$10 Gift Card to Bath & Body Works
$25 Gift Code to Steph’s Rockin Bakery
$50 Gift Code to PinkCherry.com
and Jules Out Loud is donating a crocheted teddy bear
Project Mommyhood is donating a lovey from Noahs Baby Boutique
A Dust Bunny in the Wind is donating a $15 Gift Code to her store Nitebyrd’s Nest (she must have known what I liked)
Eden Fantasys is donating $100 Gift Code thanks to Jenn (blogger relations guru)
Jaded Vixen has offered two of her racy e books (you know us ladies love racy) on her blog under either pen name.
If you can't donate then help by SPREADING THE WORD! Post the banner below on your blogs or websites to help.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Now I'm going to go all fan girl for a minute as one of the authors is Piers Anthony a writer who inspired me a teenage to well... write. One of my dreams was to be in the same publishing house as him go ahead snicker... laugh, but it was a dream I never believed would come true. Now I'm in a freaking anthology with the man. Holy crap!
Ok enough of that on to the book.
Blurb: Whether it’s werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, angels, ghosts or aliens—these are stories with all of those strange and wonderfully sexy creatures that fascinate the human psyche! Come on a spicy, paranormal journey that ventures into titillating realms bound only the imaginations of your favorite eXcessica authors! A dozen stories included in this volume by Wynter O’Reilly, Selena Kitt, D.B. Story, Sommer Marsden, J.M. Snyder, Dakota Trace, Piers Anthony, Roxanne Rhoads, Elise Hepner, Darcy Sweet, Christabel Rouseau and Erin O’Riordan.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, some anal and m/m sex play, sex with vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, aliens, angels and other supernatural creatures.
Word Count: 80,100Excerpt from Sweet Revenge my contribution to the anthology
“Don’t make a sound, back up slowly, and keep you hands where we can see them.” Jamie swallowed as the guys got closer. They all wore black clothing. The one holding her at gunpoint wore a Red Sox baseball hat over his dirty blond hair. He also wore large black plastic sunglasses so she couldn’t see his eyes.
Raising her hands, Jamie did as she was told.
“Good girl.” Two other men followed them into the house.
The guy holding the gun half turned and spoke to the two behind him. Jamie took this opportunity to warn her sister. The twins were psychic and had always had a special connection. It had gotten them out of a lot of scrapes. Jamie hoped it would get them out of this one as well.
“Where are the kids?” He grinned. “We’re going to have a little pow-wow.”
She hesitated and he grabbed her arm, pulling her closer and pressing the barrel of the gun against her cheek. Jamie fought to keep herself calm. She wouldn’t be any good to the kids if she changed. It’d just make things worse, especially if these guys went dirty hairy and there were silver bullets in those guns.
“Aimee’s in her room upstairs and Ranger’s in the livingroom asleep on the couch.”
The man with the gun gestured to his accomplices. “Okay, go get the kid and check for anyone else.” The two goons headed for the stairs. As they did, the one holding her dragged her into the livingroom.
“Don’t worry. The cops are on their way.” Baylee’s voice whispered through her head.
The man holding her drew Jamie’s attention. “You know, if it wasn‘t against the rules, I‘d waste a little time with you. What’s your name?”
“Jamie,” she whispered, hoping they wouldn’t wake Ranger. “What do you want?”You can purchase a copy of the Wonder Anthology on the eXcessica website soon to be also released in print.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
$5.50This is what happens when three women's lives become hopelessly entangled.
Digital ISBN: 978-1-61650-188-4
Digital Publication Date: September 6, 2010
Cover art by Valerie Tibbs
Formats: .epub, .lit, .pdf, .prc (Kindle and Mobi) and pc and raw .html
Brigit has dealt with being one of the few female Guardians all her life. Now she's asked to help train another woman while dealing with her Charge, Liam, and the changes he's going through. To add to her workload, she needs to help Hunter, a female in her employment. Brigit pushes her own needs and wants to the back burner until they are almost boiling over. Liam wants her, but it's against the rules. Edward can give her the normal life she wants, but is he all he's cracked up to be?
To call Hunter's home life crappy is an understatement. Only after discovering everything she believed about herself is a lie do two men turn her world upside down. Driven to the brink of sanity, she needs to learn who she really is.
Regan's service worker job never prepared her for her duties with the pack.. Traumatized vampyre victims, creatures who become children when hit by sunlight, and werewolves are just a few things she must learn to deal with. But she's not sure what to do when a vampyre wants to make her his mate, and she falls for her lycanthropic boss.
Content warning, vampyre ménage a trois, explicit sex, harsh language, violence
growling, hackles raised, teeth bared. A shot rang out. The creature fell with a whimper and
resounding thud. The Pack filed cautiously into the entrance hall, flashlights flicking quickly from
one dark corner to another.
The dog unexpectedly leapt for the nearest man’s throat. He held the dog at bay with his gun
as it clamped down on to the barrel with its teeth.
“Get those lights in here!” someone shouted as the double doors at the end of the hall burst
open. A small group of about ten zombies shuffled toward them.
Bright halogen lights flooded the room. The dog crumpled to the floor, turning to dust. The
zombies shrank back as a few of the front members crumbled into a fine powder. The Pack opened
fire on the milling crowd. When the sound of the gun fire finally died away, the only thing left was
ashes. Piles littered the floor, small particles filtered through the air.
As it settled enough to see, the front four members of The Pack started forward again toward
the double doors with the lights close behind. Inside the room stood a young looking woman and
man. As the lights filled the room, the woman began to scream and smoke, as if on fire, then fell
to the floor writhing in pain. Several shots rang out, hitting the man standing beside her. He gave
them a loathsome look, then disappeared in a mist.
“Magee,” Mac called, pulling off his mask as the cleanup crew took over the scene.
“Yeah, Boss,” came a muffled woman’s voice from the back, by the front door.
“Get up here.”
Magee pushed through the cleanup crew to where Mac stood. The dust and smoke cleared.
A girl lay where the woman had been.
“So she was an old one.” Magee took off her mask and ran a gloved hand through her short,
spiky, copper-colored hair before pulling a hat over it.
“Yeah, so was the other one.” It always made Mac wonder why such a pretty little thing
would want to work for the council. Her classic Irish features, paired with her tall slender stature
made her more suited to modeling than chasing down renegade vamps, or in this case, Day Walkers.
Which could be worse: they were the older vampyres. The males were harder than hell to kill, and
the females turned into children when hit with halogen light or real sunlight.
The halogen lights, when using just a quartz bulb instead of a normal one, had the same
amount of ultraviolet light as sunlight. It was what actually killed the vampyres. Day Walkers,
however, had a bad habit of draining their victims, turning them into zombies. Thank God there
were only a few of them and they stayed underground, until lately.
* * * *
Magee hefted her duffle bag and walked into the room. Slowly, she approached the little girl
curled up under the woman’s clothes.
“Sweetheart,” Magee said softly. The girl looked up at her. “Are you all right?”
“I want my mommy.” Tears streamed down the child’s cherubic face.
Magee knelt down, her knee settling on something small and hard. She raised her knee
slightly, picking up a small silver cross with a long silver chain. The girl began to cry harder. Magee
slipped the necklace into her bag and pulled out a blanket. She wrapped it around the girl, picking
her up, and then scooped up her bag.
“Hey, Mac, the van here yet?” she called, carrying the girl outside.
“Where’s my mommy?” The girl pulled her head away from Magee’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll see her soon, okay?” Magee soothed, looking around for
Mac. She found him on the porch, smoking a cigarette. “Is the van here yet?”
“Yeah, just pulled in.” Mac pointed at a nondescript black van and walked toward it with
her. “Did you see that hell beast?” Mac glanced at Magee, and then looked at the girl. “I still think
it’s the strangest thing that they revert to human children when the lights hit them.”
Magee sat the girl down in the back of the van. “Yeah,” she replied to both his question and
statement, before turning her attention to the girl. “Okay, hon, what’s your name?” Magee asked,
checking the girl’s vitals.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Teneo Uno is a vaginal exerciser. It's a ball, about the size of a large bouncy ball, with a tail, these are made from silicone. Which is one of the safest materials to use. Since its non-porous, phthalates free, hypo-allergenic and latex free. You can clean it easily by boiling, using alcohol or a toy cleaner.
I got the Teneo Uno because well let's face it after popping out two kids, I'm not all that tight and I can't remember my name half the time let alone to do kegels. So I put the Teneo Uno in and it reminds me to do them. The ball is small enough to wear all day, with no problem, yet big enough to not fall out unexpectedly. So far it seems to be working pretty well, maybe I'll move up to the Teneo Duo next. But EdenFantasys also has many other vaginal exercisers for you to choose from, so maybe I'll just start a collection.
I was given a Teneo Uno in return for this testimonial, no monetary exchange was made.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Stop by EdenCafe and read my article on G-Spot Wowzers.
Eden Cafe is the blog for EdenFantasys, one of the shops I hope to be reviewing for in the near future. They take articles as well so I thought I'd try my hand, since I hang out around there quite a bit. They have awesome information (I do research for my books on the site a lot) and you should check them out.
Monday, August 2, 2010
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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Monday, June 28, 2010
I started this book shortly after my daughter was born, she's 6 now. At the time I was dealing with horrible postpartum depression although I didn't realize it. But writing seemed to make everything better. I started two short stories, one was the story of Brigit and Liam. The other Regan- although I wasn't sure where it was going at the time. Most the time I just wrote letting the words flow I had no idea that these two shorts would combine or that there would be a third story. Later I got the idea to purge myself leading the the third story of Hunter.
Originally these had strange origins. Brigit came out as my mothering side, willing to put her life on hold for those she cared about. While Regan was my fun loving side, the side that had become buried while dealing family issues at the time. And finally Hunter was my past.
Hunter started out as a YA, this was way before the Twilight hype. She was seventeen in the first draft and the only love interest was Blayze. Yet he wasn't truly a love interest more of a friend. In that version things were much different and much much much tamer. When I decided to include it in Out with the Undead I upped her age and brought in both guys as love interests. Mostly because I'd grown fond of Julian as his character grew and took on a personality I hadn't expected. Now I should also point out I only wrote about a quarter of their story before adding it to the other two and I didn't consider add Julian as a love interest until the third draft. Yeah this had a lot of drafts.
That's all I have time to write today. I'll write more at a later date.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
It's a paranormal romance. Sorry no demons, but there's vampyres and werewolves galore. No I did not misspell vampire either, there is a method to my madness. Or at least that's what I had to keep telling my publisher. Anyway I'll have more on the book as the release date draws closer. I'm hoping to start posting excerpts and things more as well as maybe a contest or two. Who knows with me.
Oh and if you want to know a little more about Out With the Undead now, swing by Domestically Challenged Momma. I let her feature the cover on her Cover Fridays.
Monday, June 21, 2010
"...If you like fantasy and paranormal elements mixed in with your erotica, then Mistress of Tiethla may be just what you’ve been looking for. This is the first novella in Tiethla series and I’m interested to see where Jade Twilight will take Alex’s adventure next."
Monday, February 22, 2010
Read the full review at Authors by Authors
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Scarlet Angel Release Sunday- Yup Valentines Day.
Beautiful and Deadly…
Seraphim, aka Angel, has known Detective Noah Kamrynn ever since he first picked her up on a charge of solicitation. She was surprised when he used his pull to get her off with only a warning. In the coming years she was found by Malachi, president of the Scarlet Arms. After joining the Arms she was trained in the art of being an assassin. Now her savior from years before needs her help getting revenge against his sister’s murderer. But will their feelings for one another interfere with their jobs? Will Noah have to choose between love and revenge?
"I'm surprised you came."
Seraphim looked around the vacant cemetery where he'd asked her to meet him. A drizzle had started, adding to the already dreary day. She pulled her long faux-fur-lined coat closer. For all intents and purposes they were a couple consoling one another. She slipped her arm through his. "Well, Detective, your message left me curious."
He'd called earlier asking her to meet him. He needed a favor. Detective Noah Kamrynn had been her guardian angel, of sorts. He'd bailed her out of several scrapes and kept her out of jail a couple times. Seraphim owed him, even if she wasn't on the streets anymore.
Two years ago she'd been recruited to work for the Scarlet Arms. They were a group of female assassins posing as high-class hookers. Most had been street-walkers at some point in lives.
"Like I said, I need a favor," Noah said, not looking down at her. His voice was harsh and guttural, like his throat was closing.
She looked up at him. Dark circles surrounded his bloodshot emerald eyes. A week or so's growth of whiskers covered his usually clean shaven face. His reddish brown hair was in need of a cut and stood up at odd angles. Normally neat in his appearance, he looked as if he'd slept in his clothes and didn't sleep long even then, and he smelled to high heaven of booze. "You look like hell. What sort of favor?"
He let out a humorless laugh. "Thanks, Ang."
Even though he knew her real name he always called her by her street handle Angel, just like she always called him Detective.
"I need you to kill somebody."
She gave him a shocked look. "I can't help you, Detective." She started to slip her arm away from his.
He grabbed her hand. “I know about the Arms. Angel, I know what you do."
"And?" she prompted.
"And you do this for me. I'll do what I do best, look the other way." He glanced down at her now, a fevered glint in his eyes.
"I never pegged you for a crooked cop. Maybe a little bent, but never crooked.” He didn’t say anything, just rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Who do you need taken care of?"
Noah turned back to the grave at their feet. "Her killer."
Seraphim looked down at the headstone. It read, “Alexandria Sylva Kamrynn, October 29, 1980- November 6, 2008.”
"He got off on a technicality, but he did it. Alex was my little sister." His voice softened. “She’d gone back to college, was a little wild but..." He shrugged.
Seraphim squeezed his hand and sighed. Malachi was gonna have her head for this, but she owed it to Noah. "Do you have all the info on the case?"
"I've got everything you need to know." He reached into his leather bomber jacket and pulled out a manila envelope. As she took it he said, "I appreciate you taking care of this."
"Yeah, well, just remember, revenge isn‘t for the faint of heart."
He glanced down at her. “He needs to be stopped. He's a sicko, Angel, so watch it."
A wry smile touched her lips as she turned to walk away. "Sickos never scare me. It‘s the normal guys you gotta watch out for."
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
On to the other stuff. I've been slammed with edits on both my new stories. Ok not so much slammed, but I have to do pre-edits on Out with the Undead (not a huge deal since I tried to do this before submitting, although I'm finding things that slipped by 0_0) and edits on Scarlet Angel. I have to do cover art for Scarlet Angel... that's not going well. I've got this idea of what I want yet just can't make it happen. Ya know, it's frustrating. Oh I'm an actual cover artist now for eXcessica, pretty cool. I was just doing it, now I've got the title Cover Artist.
Ok so it's not a big deal. Just something I can add to my list Jade Twilight: writer and cover artist. Wonder how that'd look on a resume...
So what else.... Yes if you're wondering I'm procrastinating. Once I'm done here I have to work on edit, wake the kids, get the oldest ready for school take her to the bus stop come back, and work on edits some more. I don't wanna do it. Over the weekend I spent an hour looking for the word That in my MS and changing or deleting it. I've still got like eight words to go, I'm dreading- but, and, his, her, & they.
Sigh well I guess it's time to go no rest for the wicked and yada yada.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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Read an Excerpt-
Mysti knocked on the hard oak door leading to Malachi’s office. She always hated coming up here; it reminded her of her father’s office. He wouldn’t accept the fact his daughter preferred to strip rather than take his dirty money. Mysti, also known as Erin Caelan, was the illegitimate daughter of Robert Caelan and a prostitute named Lola. Robert was for all intents and purposes a business man, of sorts. The kind of business where you piss him off, you end up wearing cement shoes in the Tirade River. So it was only natural that Mysti would end up with the Scarlet Arms. As Malachi, the head of the Arms, had once noted, killing was in her blood as much as fucking was.
The Scarlet Arms was a brothel for the rich and wanna be rich of the city. Underneath that front was a hidden organization of assassins. The girls would kill their own grandmothers for enough money. Erin was pretty sure if her father knew that, then he’d feel different about her chosen profession. As far as her family and friends knew she worked for the Scarlet Kitty, a strip joint, which was also owned by the Arms.
From behind the door came a muffled greeting-- “Come in.”
Erin entered the office; it was one of the larger ones with a nice view of the river. Not that Erin wanted to see the city’s dumping pot on a daily basis, but it could be pretty at times. Almost everything in the office was wood. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with some of the rarest and most exotic books in the city. Malachi’s vice was books; he collected almost everything he could get his hands on, the older and mustier the better. Few of the girls knew that, or cared, as long as they got their check every week. Erin, on the other hand, made it a point to learn everything about the man she worked for. Call it being careful. Call it being paranoid. Call it being the daughter of a mobster. Call it whatever the hell you wanted, but she wasn’t going to end up at the bottom of the previously mentioned river because she chose the wrong Joe Shmoe to work for.
The chair in front of Malachi’s desk was a black leather number, and worn smooth from years of use. The person sitting in that chair caused Erin to stop dead in her tracks. Well she’d be damned. Bobby ‘the Pit Bull’ Caelan, her own darling daddy, smiled at her as she stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Since when did the Arms do business with the mob?
Finding her voice, she muttered, “So you’re just letting any one into the Arms now huh, Mal?”
Bobby looked at Malachi. “I told you this was a bad idea.”
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Friday, January 1, 2010
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