Sunday, October 26, 2014

Thank you, Dean Winchester



It’s been a long time. A long, long, looonng time and I have no excuse. So I won’t give you one. I hit a skid mark a few months ago and I’ve finally managed to clean myself up. (Not a real skid mark, the metaphorical kind!) New job, tons of writing, an awesome daughter who makes life awesome, and I feel better. I feel lighter. It’s all good, y’all.  

My mom gave me a good dose of get-your-shit-together, the kind of meds only a mom can give you, and it started me on a path that I’m happy to be on. I have a better job, Bound is finished and edited and almost ready to be formatted for eBooks, and I’ve almost finished HBA. I put my beloved, snarky, Perry-girl on hold for a while and finished a few projects that were demanding to be completed. 

My muse, Cheyenne, has morphed into Dean Winchester and is puttin’ the pressure on me. After my mom gave me that great dose of ‘so what’ I came home, tried to ignore the computer, and realized she, by way of Dean, was standing behind me telling me to make it happen. 

So, here it goes. Thank you, Mom/Cheyenne/Dean; your sense-making-talks and threats are greatly appreciated. 



Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Busy Lady

Hello All!
It has been so long since I got a chance to share my random with you. What have I been doing? you may ask. Well, I’ve been working on the werewolf novel. The folks from were awesome and Anita Mumm is the awesomist. Ms. Mumm used to work with the Nelson Literary Agency and is now offering her services to help writers make it happen with tons of stuff that she is awesome at. Did I mention she was awesome?

Becoming Angels is almost finished and I hope to have it available on Kindle by the end of next month. I decided to put everything in this last installment instead of breaking it up into two more pieces. More Perry for your money! Don’t’cha just love Perry?

My lovely daughter has become ‘Patient Zero’ in our house. What ever little toddler germs she happened upon at the sitter has now taken me and my hubby down. I, of course, am still doing my me-duties while my husband (who has the same thing as I do, only not as bad) seems to be dying of The Black Death. Oh, wait, he only seems that way…

The Maryland Writers Conference was great so I was pretty busy preparing for that AND I’ve still been going to work and doing all the other things yours truly just happens to do. So, there you have it. Since things have calmed down a bit I will begin making my weekly appearances. Cause I know you missed me. Or at least I hope you did...

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Party time!

Hello all!! This evening, CJ Ellisson
will be hosting the March Reader Party
on Facebook. If you get a chance stop by and check out all the great authors. Yours truly will be there. CJ hosts the event every month and it's always a blast. Stop by and check us us. You know you want to...

Friday, March 7, 2014

A tease?

Hello!  I've been working on the last part of the Perry Series and I gotta tell you... it's pretty awesome.  It's the last installment and you are going to love it.  Love.  It. 

Okay, I know I'm the author so I have no right to tell you how awesome it is.  You're supposed to tell me.  But I'm telling you!  You're.  Gonna.  Love It!  (In my best Samael voice)  And since I'm such a nice author I've chosen to share a few pages.

Whatdya think?  Here go the first few pages of  da da daaammmm... Becoming Angels!

Are you just as excited as I am???
 

Becoming Angels



           

“Perrian, you need to eat?”
“Haines, please go away.”
The door to my bedroom opens wider and I turn my face away from the light of the hallway.  I’ve been lying in the bed for the past day or so, only getting up to use the bathroom.  They’ve brought me food but, I can’t eat.  Part of me hopes that if I lay here long enough maybe I’ll wither away.  “Please, Haines.  Just go.  I don’t want to talk.”
 “You need to feed.”  The bed dips as he sits down behind me.  “It’s been two days.  I think you’re still bleeding.”
I shift and burry my face deeper into the pillows.  They smelled of dryer sheets for the first day.  “I can’t feed.  I keep thinking about my dad.  Anything sexual just…”
“You need to be strong.  The funeral is tomorrow and you can’t go with a hole through your body.”
After Samael killed my father Haines brought me and my mom back home.  Our home?  Aunt Rita took care of the body. 
My father’s body.
Aunt Rita is taking care of everything.  She put a ward around the house so that Samael couldn’t come in to do any more damage.  She’d figured it out the night my dad was murdered.  She was so excited that she finally managed to angel proof the house that she called at three in the morning to let us know. 
I lift my head and look at Haines.  “Did Aunt Rita ward Ryan and Trent’s house?  Your brother’s house?”
He lifts up my shirt to look at my stomach.  Samael used a bedpost from my parent’s bed to impale me to the wall in their bedroom.
“Yes,” he says, frowning.  “Rita sent the instructions to a local coven near my brother’s home.  She’s also working on a way to keep everyone safe when they’re not at home.  Especially for Roman and my new niece.”  He smiles.  “Her name is Riley.  Riley Marie.  She was born a few hours ago.”  His face lights up.
A ghost of a smile teases my lips.  “That’s beautiful.”  I flinch as he pulls the bandage off of my wound. 
            “My God.”  He gently returns the bandage and goes to the one on my back.  “You are healing.   I’ve never—”
“Demonic angel, remember?” I say, pulling my shirt down so he can stop gawking at me.  “Or would that be Angelic demon?” 
My mother is full-blooded succubus, a demon, and my father was an angel.  He wasn’t an angel when he died.  My mom and dad had some twisted, forbidden affair for the past few hundred years.  When my mother found out she was pregnant with me, my father fell from grace and became a mortal.  I’m what you get when an angel and a demon procreate. 
“You are amazing, Perrian.”
“I am useless, Haines.  I can’t do anything.”  As I lay back, a sharp pain shoots through my body where the wooden post once was.  “Samael is going to start killing people in less than a week if I don’t give in to him.”
Haines kicks off his slippers and lies down behind me, spooning me.  When did we get so comfortable with one another?
“You can kill him.”
“How?  With my bare hands?  Maybe I’ll seduce him and see if that’ll do it.  Drink him dry.”
He shakes his head.  “I don’t know.  Your aunt says there are ways.”
“Maybe he’ll stay still long enough for me to do it,” I say sarcastically.
I have no idea how to kill an angel.  A batshit crazy angel.  Maybe I should pray for God to take him.  Is that even allowed?  Dear God, kill this crazy angel to make him stop terrorizing me and my family because he thinks I am an abomination.  And I pray for world peace.  Amen.
“I’m sorry.  We can talk about it later.”  He scoots up closer behind me.  “You have to feed, Perrian.”
I sigh and wince. 
“Does it hurt to breathe?”
“Yes.  Hurts to talk, too,” I say, pushing him away.  “Leave me alone.”
 “No.” He moves closer to me.  “I’m not going to leave you alone.”
I pull my legs up to my chest.  “No!  I haven’t taken a bath.  And I’m pretty sure being impaled and having your blood ooze out of your body for two days doesn’t nice smell.  I just want to lay here and be sad!”
            “Perrian—”
Why won’t he give it a rest?  I’ve been listening to him and my mother and my aunt the past few days tell me how I need to be strong and keep my chin up and it all sounds stupid.  They’re trying to encourage me but it just makes me feel even worse.  Even more powerless.  I don’t know what to do and having them tell me that I am strong enough makes me feel even less so.
“I’m supposed to save my family and friends and the only way I know how to do that is to die!”  I sweep away my tears.  “And I’m not ready to die.”
“You’re not going to die,” my mother says from the bedroom door.  “We don’t have time for this.”  She comes in and kneels in front of me.  “I’m sad, too, Perry.  But we’ve got to figure out how to get rid of that crazy bastard, so let your husband feed you so you can be ready.” 
Dear God, please make them shut-up and go away.  Is that a mean prayer?
She uses her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot (only a mother) that are about to ruin my pillow.  “Tomorrow morning, we’re going to have a home going service for your father.  Your aunt and I are going to the Wiccan shop to get whatever she needs to finish the satchels that will protect us from Samael.  And then we’re going to collect kindling for your father’s funeral pyre.” 
I look her in the eyes and shake my head.  “I can’t kill him.  I don’t even know how.  It’s not like I can cut off his head or shoot him.  Maybe I’ll impale him.”
She smiles.  “We’ll figure it out.  Rita will figure it out.”  She sighs.  “Your father—”
“Is dead, so please.  Don’t tell me what he would want me to do.  Auntie came in with that crap last night.”
“Perrian!”  Haines says.  “Don’t talk to your mother like that.”
I gather as much strength as I can and push myself up off of the bed.  “Just get out!  Both of you.”  I wrap my arms around my belly and double over as I stand.  “Don’t bother.  I’m leaving.  I’m going to take a shower to get this blood off of me and pick out the shards of wood that I can feel rattling around in my belly.  And then I’m going back to sleep.” 
Pushing against the wall for support, I look up and see bloody hand prints next to me. 
Yup, I’m still bleeding.
“I could have been prepared for this,” I say, looking at my mother.  “You and dad lied to me.”  This is their fault.  My mother and father tried to protect me and did nothing but set me up for failure.  My nose begins to tickle and I start panicking.  What the hell is that smell?  Rita’s fucking spices!
Dear God, please don’t let me sneeze.  The first time I sneezed the night my father was killed, I almost passed out.  The pain radiated out from my wound and I thought I would die. 
“Goddammit!”  I sneeze and everything looks fuzzy.  I fall to my knees and sneeze again.  “Jesus,” I whisper. 
Haines jumps up and begins to walk toward me.  “Perrian.  You can’t say like this.”
“Don’t you touch me!” 
I deserve to be in pain.  To feel like I’m being ripped in half.  This is what I deserve for letting my father die.  There’s nothing I can do to help them.  It’s not their fault.  It’s mine.  It’s my fault my dad is dead.  Not my mother’s. 
I sneeze again and see black spots as I begin to lose consciousness.
            Lilith, please, just let me die.   








Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Dirty Romance?



All things paranormal are my thing: novels, novellas, movies, flash fiction, tours.  I love it.  And by tours I mean the ghost tour in New Orleans (I love, love love New Orleans!).  I love paranormal stuff so much, I write paranormal fiction.  It’s my jam.  My lady jam.  Very rarely do I stray from speculative fiction books.  But an author has lead me astray.  
A few months ago I read a book called The Vampire Coalition by J.S. Scott.  I downloaded the first one for free and then I was hooked.  My new book boyfriend is Rory from The Vampire Coalition.  Hmm… Rory.  He’s so big and sexy and big.  I’ve never laid eyeballs on this fictitious dude but I know exactly what he looks like.  Hmm… Rory.  So big and…
I’m getting away from myself. 
Anyway, after reading the complete series I started checking out her other books.  The Billionaire’s Obsession series was one of them.  Even though I’m tired of the whole I’m-so-rich-and-sexy-and-I’m-going-to-save-you-and-make-sweet-love-to-you-gurl kind of books I completely fell in lust, I—I mean in love, with these dudes.  The women in these books are far from damsels in distress.  They are hard working, independent women who just happen to fall in love with large, muscled men that have like a gazillion dollars.  These ladies don’t allow these Alpha-males to push them around.  Maybe that’s what draws me to these books.  None of the women are helpless.  They know what they want, and what they don’t want, and go after it.  And the guys are pretty much putty in their hands.  The awesome descriptions of each of these sexy men are so vivid, they leave me theoretically clutching my pearls.   I love it!   
Erotic romance and contemporary romance.  Who would have thought I would read these books?  I didn’t!  Don’t get me wrong, I step outside of my comfort genre often but romance usually makes me gag.  Reading about ‘her sweet, heaving bosom’ and ‘passion-filled eyes’, yuk.  It just doesn’t float my boat.  I guess when it comes down to the romance genre I like it funny, interesting and dirty.  That’s the gist of it.  I like my romance dirty. 
Wow, does that say something about me?   Who cares. 

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Happily Stressed Out

I’ve written two novels. Yay! (Actually, I’ve written three but one is in major need of tons of help) One is quietly sitting on my little USB drive waiting for me to edit it. The other has been thoroughly edited and now I’m querying agents in its awesome name. Wanna know what? The novel was a crap-load easier to write than the freaking query! My. Brain. Hurts. I’ve had headaches and upset stomachs and this is still the beginning.


About three months ago I thought I had written the perfect query. Are you laughing? I’m not. Well, I am but in an, “What the hell were you thinking?” kind of way. Then, I found Agentqueryconnect.com
and had lots of strangers point out the obvious to me. The members of the CCW group had gone over it, but they’d read the query AFTER they read the novel. That kind of puts them in a strange yet familiar place when they read the query. Letting someone read it who knows nothing about the novel has helped me more than you could possibly imagine. When an agent takes a look at the query letter they know nothing about the novel. They haven’t built a relationship with the characters like my fellow CCW had. The agent has yet to point out what they don’t like about the novel. They just read the query and say, “Hmm. No. Your query is off and wrong and just no.”

So, thank you Agentqueryconnect.com.  And Queryshark, you rock in that, “I’m tearing you to bits, but I love you!” way. And this is good. I’ve learned so much by writing a totally crappy hook. It’s gotten better. Like waaay better. And that’s what counts. A writer has to have thick skin because even if you’re a bestselling writer there are still people who will hate your work and say you suck. But that’s just fine. There are ten times more people who love your work and anticipate that next piece of awesomeness that you release. And they rock the bells.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Stayin’ Warm, Natches?

For me, ‘natches’ is an endearing term.  I don’t just call anyone a natch.  You should feel special.  I feel all warm and tingly when I refer to you as my natches.  Warm is nice right now, isn’t it?  It’s all cold and more cold outside so we need some warm feelings.  I’m off tomorrow, and hopefully Friday, and I going to cozy on up to my family and a nice bottle of wine.  Talk about warm feelings, eh?

The impending storm has me ready to sit up all night long and write away.  I’ve also decided to be a little more proactive in my writing.  Yes, I’m querying a few agents but I want to do something that will get my name out there so I can say, “Hey agent, I already have a nice sized following but with your help we can do this!  You natch, you!” 

I’m being goofy.  But I’m also being serious.  I’ve met CJ Ellisson a few times and she says, quite often, it’s good to bring your own following when you get an agent.  It shows that you work for what you want and are not afraid to put yourself out there to get it.  Don’t get me wrong, I am sooo not going to spend tons of money and find out it was all for naught.  I’ve found quite a few very cool websites and blogs that charge you a small fee to publicize your work. 

I’ll let you know when to check it out. 
 
If you haven't done so, check out Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels.  Both links are on the right side of this here page.  Let me know what you think.   

 

 

Friday, February 7, 2014

Me, myself and them!


I once read that a writer should only work on one thing at a time.  If you have an idea for a book while you’re working on another piece, you should take notes and push it to the side.  Up until a few days ago, I thought it was hogwash.  I’ve worked on two different pieces of writing at the same time and never had any problems.  That is until Haines reared his hunky head and wanted to be the Alpha in the bunch.  He’s so selfish.
For those of you who are familiar with Haines from the Hunted by Angels novellas, you know he’s quite dominant and doesn’t like it when things aren’t going his way.  Even when Perry tries to be her normal forceful self, he puts the kybosh on it.  Haines is an incubus.  He’s all broad shoulders and sexy, and full kissable lips and tall and sexy.  In my head, Haines reminds me of Idris Elba.  Ohhh… Idris Elba.  I love him.  He’s so… Haines. 

Moving on.  Perry and Haines have been on the back-burner for a few weeks and I’ve been giving all my attention to Kayla and Patrick.  These two are from my werewolf novel; the one I’m querying agents with.  I love Patrick.  He’s a go with the flow kind of guy who wants nothing more than to protect and please Kayla.  Kayla is a take it as it comes kinda gal who rolls with the punches.  So not like Perry and Haines.  And they decided it was time to have a voice. 
When I tried to go from one to the other I had to step away from the computer for a few minutes.  I thought I’d lost my mojo!  These two couples are so different.  So awesome, but so different.  I found that when I worked on the werewolves, my frame of mind was so lovey-dovey that when I tried to write Haines he came out wrong.  He wasn’t my Haines.  And I love Haines the way he is.  Ohhh, Idris Elba.

So, now I’m a believer.  Yes, I do think you can write two different pieces at the same time but when you have characters that are so diametrically different you need a minute to get your thoughts straight.  I would never want to get my boys mixed up.  They have their own personalities and to try to push them together makes them so less awesome.  It’s almost like having a split personality, in a non-mentally unstable way.  The part of me that can make Kayla and Patrick who they are can’t be present with that Perry-girl and Haines lady is here. 

 

Now, what’s going to happen when Kayla and Patrick meet Perry and Haines?  It’s so going to happen.  But, I don’t think it’ll be as easy as I thought it would be. 

 

Ohh, Idris Elba…