Sunday, December 29, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #47!

Seasons' Greetings, one and all! Hope you're doing well! We're back again for another exciting day of reading, and I'm ready to share more from my Nutcases. 

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 


Okay, his laugh. Over the phone it was delish, but in person it was orgasmic. “I’d love to see your basement,” he said, grinning like a teenager about to cop a feel.

“Follow me.”

He trailed behind her on the abbreviated tour, making comments here and there about the d├ęcor. She’d told him she was an interior designer which he seemed keenly interested in. New homes nowadays came fully furnished to eliminate stress on home-buyers. Interior designers, such as herself, had hundreds of themes and color schemes to choose from, but the competition was fierce. In order to stay at the top of the heap, she had to constantly reinvent herself and her artistic viewpoint.

That's all, folks! Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

Despite the crazy weather (including ice storms and more than our fair share of snow), we had a wonderful country Christmas. Santa was very good to me this year. I got a magic set, my very own jumbo container of cashews (so I don't have to steal from my Dad), a bright red crock pot (so I can pretend I can cook), a crock pot cook book (so I can look more like an official cooker person), Amazon gift cards (so I can buy more dirty books and karaoke CDs), and moneh, moneh, moneh! Wishing you all a fabulous New Year! :)



Sunday, December 22, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #46!

Happy holidays, my friends! In honour of the fast-approaching festivities, I'm giving the gift of peanut butter to you once again. I'm generous that way. 

Here's the premise for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

“I just wish I’d found you sooner, when The Final Crunch Down first happened.”

He blinked hard and drew away from her again, like it was taking every ounce of his control not to be near her. “It was over two years ago, but, golly. It feels like yesterday to me. I still have nightmares about it.”

“God, yes.” She loved him for being here and for understanding her and for wearing dark-wash jeans that fit him like a glove. "Clark, I know you just got here, and we hardly know each other, but…would you like to see my basement?” 

That's all, folks! Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors

I made it home for the holidays yesterday, driving through snow and rain and sleet and slush to get here, but I feel so happy and relaxed now that I'm in my favourite place on earth. I'm surrounded by snow, family, and beautiful Christmas decorations. This time of year is so magical for me. Wishing you and yours a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year too! Be safe if you're travelling. Take a moment to enjoy the little things--the sound of laughter, hot chocolate and marshmallows, bows, and mistletoe. Love to you all! :)

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #45!

Season's Greetings, my friends! Welcome back to another wordy weekend filled with excerpts galore! I'm sharing some more nuttiness today from my Nutcases. 

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

The smirk on his face made her weak in the knees. “I was so happy when you contacted me. I was beginnin’ to fear the whole world had forgotten….”

“I could never forget my greatest source of pleasure.” She released an audible sigh as he let go of her hand, but the sigh turned into a gasp when he cupped her cheek instead.

“I thought I was the only one left who cared,” he whispered.

She shook her head, surprised to find her heart still beating. “I care too much,” she confessed with a trembling smile. 

That's all, folks! Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

This week is gonna be a busy one for me. I've got a staff Christmas party, a special dinner, a Christmas ball, and the first of several family Christmas celebrations to attend, not to mention my other everyday obligations. However, I'm feeling rather joyous about it all. 'Tis the season to be jolly, as they say (fa-la-la-la-la and so on). And once Friday hits, I'm heading home for the holidays! Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead! :)

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #44!

Hiya, folks! Welcome back and happy Sunday to you! Hope all is well in your world. :) I'm sharing a little more from Nutcases today, just in case you haven't had your daily dose of peanut butter. I'm here for you.

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

Too busy taking in every flawless detail of his face, she almost missed when he reached for her hand. “Oh.”

His hot palm pressed against hers as they officially became acquainted. “It’s so nice to finally meet you face to face, Morgan.”

God, he had to stop talking. He had to stop saying her name and touching any part of her and being within five feet of her before she melted into oblivion. “Yeah. Same...uh, me too. You, I mean.”

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Well, we're nearing my most favourite day of the year, and I've barely even scratched the surface on my Christmas shopping. I did, however, buy myself a little somethin' somethin', as per tradition. I'm ridiculously easy to shop for. I like that about myself. Toys, games, sporting equipment...you really can't go wrong, particularly if you start in the childrens' section. :D Can't wait to be home with my family. I'm counting down the days. Hope you all have a fabulous week! 


Sunday, December 1, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #43!

Good Sunday morning to you, my friends! Hope you're all well! I guess it's a good thing I'm so addicted to peanuts because that means you get another excerpt from Nutcases today!

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 


In his profile picture he had much shorter hair. And a beard. The man who stood before her was a clean-shaven, floppy-haired heartthrob who looked too young to be a professor and too attractive to be single.

Somehow during their second conversation she’d managed to pry that he was, in fact, single. Thank you, Jesus. “How old are you?” she blurted.

His resulting smile kept her from kicking herself. “I’m thirty-three, and you’re not the first person who’s asked.”

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My friend Mags was being quite smart-assy last night, which inspired me to create a new word. I give you all permission to use it whenever the mood strikes. Ready for it? Here it is...SMASSY. It's like taking sassy to the next level, with a little extra snark thrown in for good measure. Thank you. I'm here all week. *bows* Have a fabulous day! :)

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #42!

Hellooooo, friends! Happy Sunday to one and all! Hope you've had a great week! It's time to get to know my hero a little better in today's excerpt from Nutcases.

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 


“Impressive.”

His Nutella-colored eyes swept over her from head to toe and back again. “I’ll say,” he murmured. 

Her cheeks burned under his frank perusal. “Oh, please, come in,” she said, stepping aside, watching the long, lean, fedora-wearing professor enter her home like he belonged there.

He took off his hat and placed it on the counter. Brown hair flopped free, nearly covering his eyes. She cocked her head to the side, grinning at how boyish the hairstyle made him.

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Life in Ottawa has been so much better than I ever imagined. At the end of my second week of teaching here, I've already landed a long-term position at the same high school that took my teaching virginity, and I couldn't be happier! I'm teaching Grade 9 and Grade 10/11 Girls' Phys-Ed. When I told the girls on Friday that I was going to be their new teacher, they all clapped and cheered for me. Best. Feeling. Ever. I've never felt more at home in a place so far from home. All that's left to do now is celebrate! :) Wishing you all a spectacular week ahead! 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #41!

Heya, peeps! How's everyone doing out there? Welcome back to my blog for another excerpt from Nutcases! Today you finally get to meet my hero! :)

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

Peering through the frosted glass, her eyes widened. He was tall, and wearing a hat, if she wasn’t mistaken. One of those old fedoras that had recently made a comeback. She pulled open the door and smiled. “A whole seven minutes early,” she said, breathless.

“Woulda been eight if you’d opened the door a little sooner.” He had a scrumptious southern accent on top of the deep voice--a Georgia boy, born and raised. The one-two punch smacked her right in the lady parts. 

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Well, this past week I taught for the very first time as a real, certified teacher and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life! Not only did I connect with the students, I connected with staff, principals, vice principals, secretaries, and even janitors! It's been such a rewarding week for me. It couldn't have gone better, and it confirms without a doubt that I'm in the right field. I'm in the right place. This is the job for me. Happiest girl in the world ---> *points to self* Wishing you all a wonderful week! :)



Sunday, November 10, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #40!

Howdy, folks! Happy Sunday! I'm sharing another excerpt from Nutcases today, so let's get crackin'!

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
The front door buzzed. “Oh shit.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she made a beeline for the rope ladder. Elevators were too hoity-toity, a reverse slide would have been overkill, and stairs were just plain boring. Another buzz. Another heart tremor. The ladder led to the only other trap door in her home, located in the kitchen pantry. She climbed out, dusted herself off, and took a shaky breath before hurrying to the door. 

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My life has been crazy busy as of late, and the last few days have been especially nutty. I'm all moved in to my new home in Ottawa, Ontario, thanks in large part to my parents. They helped me pack, drove hours and hours to get here to help me unpack, build furniture, buy me food and celebratory champagne, and visit half a dozen stores so I could buy every household item known to mankind. But I'm here now, and I'm so pumped because I start teaching next week! Wish me luck! :) Hope you all have a fabulous day/week!

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #39!

Hi folks! Welcome back to my place! :) I'm sharing another excerpt from Nutcases today, continuing from where we left off. 

But first, here's the premise!

It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

And heeeere's the excerpt!

Her lips curved into a smile as she paused to examine Hologram-Clark one last time before Real-Clark arrived. So attractive. So distinguished looking. With a swift click of a button, the image on the screen morphed into a three-dimensional waterfall. So unsatisfying.

On a lark she’d sent Clark an email, hoping he’d eventually respond. To her delight, he replied a mere twenty minutes later and invited her to call him at home that evening. Now, weeks later, he was coming to her home. 

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Well, I've had a very eventful week. I signed a one-year lease for a two-bedroom condo in Ottawa, I bought one of those...mobile devices (I actually sent my very first text message on it the other day), and now I'm packing up my life and gearing up to move 4 hours away from home. I will always refer to my parents' house as home. No matter where I go, or where I end up, I'll be chanting like Dorothy, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home...." Thankfully my new place is really nice, in a fab location, and ready and waiting for me to move in. Wishing you all a wonderful week! :)

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #38!

Hey! Hi! Hello! How's everyone doing today? Happy to see you here again! I'm sharing another excerpt from my story that is still as of yet untitled. Perhaps I'll call it 'Nutcases'. 

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :-D

Here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off last week:

She opened the freezer and removed one of the last remaining jars. She’d done her best to preserve it for as long as possible, only sampling it on the days when her cravings became too much to bear.

Funny, she almost always craved it after talking to Clark.

She and Clark Straub began corresponding a little over a month ago. She’d found him after searching for several hours on the internet. So much of the past had been erased, at least the parts that pertained to The Final Crunch Down. She learned Clark was a professor at Barnard University who earned his doctorate in agricultural sciences. While she’d read through his bio, she couldn’t help but spend extra seconds gazing at his picture at the top of the screen, the same picture she’d made into her screen saver. 

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I have a confession to make. I have phonophobia. There's just something about those hideous contraptions that causes me to break into a cold sweat, experience violent chest pains, and consider jumping off the nearest cliff. I hate making calls, I hate taking calls, and I triple hate leaving messages. I've tried so hard to avoid technology and I've done a pretty awesome job...until now. I have to buy a *shudder* cell phone. No. Phone is such a dirty word. I prefer the term 'mobile device' and shall use it henceforth. My new teaching job requires me to own a mobile device. And so now I'm finally entering a world I know nothing about. I walked into a...mobile device store the other day and said, "Hi, I'm phone-dumb and I'm looking for a smart-phone." It's true. I was blissful before I was forced to confront my ignorance head-on. Le sigh. Anywho, stay tuned for the continuing adventures of Evelyn and her mobile device. :P  

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #37!

Goooooood morning! Today's an especially happy Sunday for me, but I'll get to that shortly. First, let's talk story! 

Here's the premise of my as of yet unnamed near-future story set in the year 2033: 
Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :D

Here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off last week:

One could never be too careful in a world where secrets could be your undoing. Confirming the coast was clear, she jumped in.

A winding slide carried her, giggles and all, to the basement floor of her home. The Cave of Inspiration, as she dubbed it. Bits and pieces of machinery lay scattered across a long wooden table at the center. Blueprints were haphazardly tacked to a corkboard against the wall. One neon green 3-D computer occupied the majority of the remaining real estate. Her sock-clad feet squeaked against the sticky floor as she navigated the space from one end to the other. 

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Okay, about that happy news...I am now officially employed as a teacher! I just received word on Friday that I've been hired as an occasional teacher for the Ottawa/Carleton District School Board and I couldn't be more thrilled. I've been working my butt off for years to land this gig so it's kind of a huge deal to me. I'll be teaching physical education and dramatic arts and whatever else they plan to throw at me, and I absolutely cannot wait! It's a lifelong dream of mine finally being realized. :) So that's all from me. Hope you all have a fabulous day!  





Sunday, October 13, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #36!

Hello, friends! Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks, and Happy Sunday to the rest of you! As promised, I'm sharing something completely new today. It's a near-future story set in the year 2033. 

Here's the premise: Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc. :D

Here's an excerpt! 


Her heart was pounding again. It always got that way after talking to the man with the deep voice over the phone. He’d said he’d be there in thirty minutes, but she had a feeling he was the type who arrived to appointments at least five minutes early. That gave her approximately twenty-five minutes to learn how to breathe normally again.

Distraction was the key. Tucking her cell into her pocket, she strode toward her bedroom and pushed aside the antique chest at the foot of the bed. There beneath it was a trap door. She took a precautionary glance around her, something she always did before using the trap, even though she lived alone. 

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We're celebrating Thanksgiving today at Woodbine race track in Toronto, stuffing our faces at the buffet, betting on horses, and spending time together with family. Is there anything better? Hope you all have a wonderful day! See you next weekend! :) 

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #35!

Gooooood Sunday morning to you! Hope you're all doing well! Today I'm sharing one final excerpt from Crossing the Line, then next week it'll be something completely new! We're skipping ahead just a little bit, post-interrogation. Madison is now at the writing conference surrounded by her girlfriends.

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

Romance writers. If anyone could understand the magical dynamic of what happened to her at the border, these ladies were the ones. Torn over whether or not to share the details of her detainment, she decided to bite the bullet and go for it. There was a good chance they wouldn’t believe her anyway. “Well, I, uh…had an interesting drive down.”
 Mary-Jo gasped. “Oh my God, were you wearing a vibrator?” The other women burst into giggles. 

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Yesterday I saw Gravity in 3D at the theatre. I'm not usually a big fan of 3D movies because the glasses give me a headache, but I have to tell you...seeing this movie in 3D IS A MUST! The cinematography is breathtakingly beautiful. If that's as close as I ever get to outer space, then okay. I'm totally cool with that because WOW. I was THISCLOSE to it. Everyone in the theatre was riveted. You could have heard a pin drop. So this is me highly recommending you go and see it. You won't be disappointed. Be good, have a fab day, and take a moment to thank your lucky stars that all those satellites in space are still working and we have our precious internet. *hugs internets* :D

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #34!

Greetings, friends! Happy Sunday! Once again, I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line, continuing from where we left off last week. 

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Umm. Is this a trick question?”
He slid closer to her and his mouth curved into a smile. “So, your books look…good.”
She almost preened until she remembered who he was and where she was. “Good how?”
The hand burning a hole in her jeans climbed higher, right along with her heart rate. “You know, if you ever need a cover model…I could probably help you out with that.” 

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I just received word that Crossing the Line will be releasing in March of 2015. Soooo hold on to that enthusiasm! lol. Hope I'm still participating in the WWW then and I can share the exciting news with you. But for now, I'll just continue prematurely building your excitement. :D I really appreciate all the support every week. It means the world to me. Wishing you all a fantastic day!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #33!

Heya! Happy Sunday, all! I'm skipping ahead just a teeny little bit in my story, Crossing the Line, but the action essentially picks up where we left off. 

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

His feet swung back and forth. Strangely, the action helped to calm her swelling nerves. “How long will you be out of the country?”
If she’d been writing their story, right around this point George would pin his smoldering gaze on her and she’d answer in a breathy voice, ‘Why, you gonna miss me, hot stuff?’ And then he’d smile and tell her it was time for a strip search. And she’d sigh and blush and pretend it was such a chore for him to pat her down in places that so needed to be patted down.
Fantasy George had her pinned to the table before real-life George put a stop to it in the most effective way possible: he pressed a warm palm to her bouncing knee.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered. 

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Today happens to be my incredible grandmother's 90th birthday. I wish you could all know this woman. She is the kindest, most generous soul in the world. Everyone who's ever met her loves her. She makes me laugh, she's always there for me, she supports me in all my wacky schemes, she believes in me, and, best of all, she has a dirty mind that I'm grateful was passed down to me, along with her sweet tooth. :D Happy birthday, Granny! Love you like crazy! I'm off to celebrate with family and friends. Wishing you all a fabulous day too! :)


Sunday, September 15, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #32!

Hiya, folks! Happy Sunday! I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line today, but we're skipping ahead a bit. Georgey-boy has taken our dear girl into the big grey building for further interrogation. *eyebrow raise, eyebrow raise*

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Have a seat,” he told her after closing the door behind them.
The room was quaint. Tan walls, a small rectangular table in the center with four chairs surrounding it…a couch. That was a bit of a head scratcher. She automatically went for a chair and sank into it. Fidgeting with her hands, she waited for him to sit across from her, but he didn’t. He sat on the table in front of her, his legs dangling over the edge on either side of her, locking her in without actually touching her.
About a thousand dirty scenarios filtered into her brain. She’d been writing erotica for too long.

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Well, today is Sunday, September 15th. It's also the day after our annual Corn and Wiener Roast. I'm writing this before the shindig commences, but I already know it's gonna rock my toe socks. I'll actually be wearing toe socks for the occasion, and my new 'Elmo Style' t-shirt I scored for three bucks at Walmart! There will be a kick-ass fire that I will be dancing around. Possibly while wearing a headdress. There will be marshmallow roasting, barbecued everything, and corn coming out of our ears (see what I did there?) And, best of all, both sides of the family will be here for the festivities. Oh, and better still, there will be a ridiculous amount of leftovers! :D Okie dokes. That's enough out of me. Wishing you all a spectacular day! 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #31!

Good Sunday morning, friends! I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line today, continuing from where we left off. 

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Props,” she blurted. “The sex toys are props for my signing table, and the books are, uh, mine. I wrote them. I write…dirty books.”
“Like those ones they’re always babbling about on those talk shows?”
She shrugged noncommittally. “Something like that.”
He nodded. He even had the good grace to blush a little too.

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September is an eventful month in my family. Mom's celebrating her 61st birthday on Friday the 13th (eep, and cool!), Grandma's turning 90!!! on the 22nd (and we're having a huge bash for her), and my one and only brother will be the ripe old age of 33 on the 30th. So, essentially, I'll go broke buying all the presents I have to buy this month, which is great because then I can put off buying Christmas presents until mid December without feeling guilty. :D Anywho, that's all from me. Hope this month is full of fabulousness for all of you! 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #30!

Goooood Sunday morning, my friends! Today I'll be driving one of my best friends and fellow author, +Margaret Ethridge, to the airport. She came to Canada to visit me and another friend of ours for a few days, and even though I'm typing this before she arrives, I already know we're gonna have the time of our lives. Rhyme! I also know how hard it'll be to say goodbye. I'm sure it'll be hard for her to leave the land of maple syrup, butter tarts, and Clodhoppers too, but she'll be back. Her supply will run out eventually. ;) 

Now, to keep you folks entertained while I'm away, I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line!

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 


And here's an excerpt:  

Clearly the guy had super x-ray vision. Shit, shit, shitty, shit. How in the hell was she going to explain the trunk full of sex toys and boxes of erotic romance books? “Uh, okay.” She pressed the trunk release button and cringed as he walked to the rear of her vehicle.
He lifted the latch and her stomach lurched. She bashed her head against the steering wheel to the sound of him sifting through the unfit-for-children contents of her trunk.
He returned to her open window and lowered his voice to a dangerous level. “You wanna change your answer, Miss Kelly?”



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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #29!

Helloooo, friends! Hope you're all doing well! I'm watching Nanny McPhee as I type this. Is there anything Emma Thompson can't do? I adore the woman. It doesn't hurt that the delightful Colin Firth stars in the movie too. And Angela freaking Lansbury. Basically, it rocks my toe socks. Now that we've settled that, I'll be sharing another excerpt from my newly acquired story called Crossing the Line. :D

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Are you bringing anything into the country with you?”
Her heart hammered. She’d rehearsed her answer to this particular question at least a dozen times, but without the gorgeous man staring down at her, daring her to give him a reason to detain her. Then again, honesty wasn’t always the best way to go. Especially in her case.
She looked him square in the eyes and said, “Just my suitcase…and stuff.”
“Pop the trunk.”
Shit

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Sunday, August 18, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #28!

Good morning, everyone! Happy Sunday! Is there anything more awesome in an author's life than getting THAT email? The one saying, 'We love the story line, we love the characters. We. Want. This.'? Well, I'm thrilled to report that I received one of those emails this week. :D The story is called Crossing the Line and it's based on a true story. Sadly, the steamy stuff is embellished. A lot. But a girl can dream.

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's an excerpt!  

“Citizenship?” he asked.
She cocked her head to the side and studied him. Smooth, straight nose with a slight bump on the bridge. Eyelashes that made her ache with envy. Wavy jet-black hair that begged a girl to get all tangled up in. “Hmmm, I would guess either Greek or Spanish.”
“I meant you.”
Madison frowned.

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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

GAME DAY! Episode One

Helloooooooo! Happy Wednesday, my friends! You see, I tried this little experiment a long time ago when I had my own online journal. I had a conversation with myself and it went something like this: 

Me: "Wednesdays are my favourite day of the week. I just love them."
Me Too: "I do too! You know what else I love?"
Me: "Obviously, because I'm you."
Me Too: "Will you just play along?"
Me: "Sorry. What else do you love?"
Me Too: "Games!" 
Me: *tries to act surprised*
Me Too: "OMG! You know what we should do?"
Me: *rolls eyes* "What?"
Me Too: "We should combine the two things we love into one awesome thing! I call it...WEDNESDAY GAME DAY!"
Me: "Genius. That's what you are."

And then I made out with myself. Or something. So there you have it, folks. Every Wednesday I'm going to post a fun game for you to play. Most likely a crazy idea off the top of my head, like today's kicker offer. I call it: DECODING THE SONG! Here's how it works. I'm going to post lyrics to a song that have been altered using synonyms of the actual lyrics. Your task is to name the song, decode the lyrics, word for word, and post your answers in a comment. No Googling allowed! Ready? Let's GO!

I am able to present you the globe,
Glowing, twinkling, delightful.
Reveal, young royal, now when last did you allow your beating organ to choose?

Too easy for you? Here, try another!

I felt a sensation on the warmest season of the year when you were away.
I smashed my vehicle into an architectural structure; I looked on, I allowed it to conflagrate.
I tossed your crap into a sack and shoved it down the steps. 
I rammed my automobile into an overpass. 
I am indifferent. 

Okay, let's see what you got! :) Oh, and to make things more interesting, the winner(s) will receive points every week. The points do matter. At the end of GAME DAY season I'll add up the points and the ultimate winner will receive a fabulous prize! :D 






Sunday, August 11, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #27!

Good morning, my dears! Happy Sunday! You know what? So far, I'm really not all that impressed with August. There. I said it. We're only a third of the way in, though, so there is still lots of time for improvement. Sometimes things happen that remind you how precious every single day is. Instead of sitting back and waiting for life to go my way, I plan on being a much more proactive participant. That goes for my writing too. 

I'm going to share one last excerpt from my debut, Blind Faith, and next week I'll have something brand new for you! :)

Here's the blurb:  

Faith Lawson is just your average, wholesome librarian with a dirty mind…until a chance encounter with a handsome stranger brings her fantasies to life in a frantic night of passion. But when he walks out her door, he leaves a piece of his past behind that changes everything.

And the excerpt!

He climbed to his feet and stripped bare in front of her, not a bashful bone in his body. Bone. Her eyes landed on his jutting erection. She gazed in wonderment until he kissed her senseless, his warm, hard body settling on hers. And in hers.

Her panties stretched taut, the straining elastic biting into her thighs. The friction of the slick satin sliding against their flesh ratcheted the pleasure into uncharted territories. Adrian drove into her faster, gaining strength from every satisfied hum that escaped from her throat.



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