Sunday, September 27, 2009

RAW - Day 2 & 3

Yesterday was the booksigning for RAW attendees. Lots of chatting, laughter and lots and lots and lots of books signed. I love signing books for readers, but I'm always trying to come up with new stuff to say that doesn't take very long to write. It's kind of hard...'cuz there's always a line, so I don't want to get too eloquent, but when I personalize the autograph, I don't want it to be too cheezy either. It's a quandary.

What's your favorite thing that you've had written in a book you've gotten autographed by an author?

Last night was the Saints & Sinners party. We were supposed to go dressed as our favorite saint or sinner. I went as my mom. My favorite saint...or sinner...depending on who you ask. :) What do you think of the mumu and beehive?

Today was the public book signing and tons of chat time with readers over breakfast and during the downtime in the afternoon and evening. I loved connecting with everyone and am so glad I came.

Favorite quotes: {Setup} Hubcap and I both wear breathing machines at night for sleep apnea. So we put them on and DQ bursts out laughing at us as we do look a bit odd. Hubcap's has a distinctly Darth Vaderish look to it. Without missing a beat, he sits up looks at DQ and says, "DQ, I *am* your father." Thanks, Lord Vader. LOL

Terri, a reader and reviewer who spent some time visiting with me in my room this afternoon. "I don't mind sitting there, I've already been on the bed once with your husband." This evening when she and Sonya stopped by to say goodbye and I offered her the chair rather than the bed to sit on. Hmm...an angel? Really? LOL


You all know I wish you could have been at RAW as much as you might have wanted to be there. I think the most fun RAW would be one where my blogging chat buddies showed up. ;-) So, just to let you know I was thinking of you all while I was here, PromoGuy is going to be giving away some extra ARCs of "The Spy Who Wants Me" with two goody bags (signed) from RAW '08 and three goody bags from RAW '09 (not signed) and posting excerpts, back cover copy, etc. for "The Latin Lover" this week - so watch this space! Yes, that *is* 5 prize packages getting sent out this week. Remember, to be elligible, all you have to do is comment on a blog post from this week. (That would be starting with this one.)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

RAW - Official DAY 1

Yesterday was the official first day of RAW and it was amazing! I connected up with several readers that have become special people in my life. And met a few more that became new friends. :) It's always such a huge blessing to hear from readers who connect with my characters like I do. And I was on the verge of tears in gratitude more than once yesterday. Not least of which when presented with this beautiful throw/cloth by Dawn. She did all the needlework herself in my favorite colors. It's something I'll treasure for many years to come!

The ladies of Sugarbook Club also made goodie bags for all the authors in an unexpected and very welcome turn around, since it's usually us doing goodie bags for readers! LOL And the fabulously talented Kay Strum also made these really neat charms with our book covers on them. I'm planning to order several to give away with the release of MOON CRAVING...sound fun?

I talked so much, my throat hurt yesterday and today is bound to be more of the same. What me, a chatterbox????

Quotes of the day:

"Lucy, I get cleavage on your husband!" ... with the right corset. From dear friend and talented author, Mary Wine, a costume maker extraordinaire.

Spoken with a knowing grin and sparkling eyes by reader U, "I'm bisexual...buy me something nice and I get sexual." I about spit my coffee out laughing so hard. This was said over breakfast. DQ thinks I have very interesting discussions with readers. LOL

Friday, September 25, 2009

Hi Ho Hi Ho...It's Off to RAW We Go

Our day started *early* as we left the house at 5:15 a.m. to get to the airport for the trip to RAW. We still managed to almost miss our plane and they had to open the doors to let us on. Sigh...that's traveling with us. Always something good going on. LOL

We stopped in Salt Lake City for a 3 hour layover and got a chance to have lunch with my good freind and a very talented author, Mac, and his husband Jae. There's always a risk meeting someone you've known only online that they won't turn out to be the same person. But Mac and Jae were! Dh and DQ both enjoyed the lunch at a fantastic Mexican food restaurant as much as I did.

Two more planes and many, many, MANY hours later and we arrived in Huntington. On the last plane, however...reader and friend, Terri got me sent to the back of the plane. Well, okay, maybe we were already in back, but the Flight Attendant had to "talk to us" because apparently our conversation was making it hard for others around us to hear the safety announcement. But really do you think quiet little ol me was doing the talking? I'm sure it was all Terri...right? Well, maybe not. LOL
The Pullman is every bit as wonderful as I remembered and I'm loving having both DQ & Dh with me.

Quote for the day: DQ on the plane, "This is really uncomfortable. I'm used to spreading my legs." Followed immediately by bright pink cheeks and a stuttered, "Strectch, I mean stretch!"

Monday, September 14, 2009

Guest Blog w/ Anne Rainey!


Thanks to Lucy for allowing me to hijack her blog today!

Good girls shouldn’t play with bad boys...

Cover model, Lucy Fleming is ready to begin the next phase of her life. She wants to settle down, become a wife and mother. She’s going to have to leave her wild and reckless roommate/lover in order to make it happen. But if her heart aches just thinking about life without him, how will she ever find the strength to put words to action?

As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies includes: massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison.

But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever?

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So, that’s the blurb for Reckless Exposure. And for those of you who don't know. The hot, wet guy in the picture is Rand Miller the hero. When I saw that body, that sandy-blond hair and five o'clock shadow, I knew. I just knew he was my bad boy photographer.

I've written about other hunky heroes, but Rand is special. He grew up in the Bronx. His dad left him when he was just a kid and his mother was...well, let's just say she was NOT June Cleaver. Needless to say, Rand has a very difficult time expressing his feelings. But no one deserves love more than this guy!

So what does a man who has pretty much seen it all do with a sweet little country girl from Ohio? Well, being the ornery hottie that he is, Rand has lots of naughty ideas! LOL You'll just have to read the story if you want to find out more about Lucy and Rand. ;-)

However, I'd be fibbing if I told you the idea for this story was all mine. The truth is, Reckless Exposure is just one installment in a truly wicked SERIES. Thanks to the fabulous Liane Gentry Skye for coming up with the idea and Red Sage Publishing for supporting it.

There are several ménage stories by some really wonderful authors. Liane Gentry Skye, Alice Gaines, Titania Ladley, Mia Varano, Calista Fox, and many more! Yum, huh?

Each story in the series is crafted to give the reader lots of HOTNESS as well as a very satisfying conclusion. But don't listen to me, read the series blurb and see for yourself!

Three Kinds of Wicked Website
Beyond the bounds of pleasure, a single chance for redemption...

Trey is a time strider, sworn to guard the fates of mortal couples destined to earn humanity immortality. When a covetous goddess doses Trey with an aphrodisiac, he acts on his secret yearning for a mate to call his own. But the only thing worse than falling in love with a destined mortal is making love with one. When Trey loses his heart to Sage, a mortal woman destined to love another, the fate of all humanity hangs in the balance.

Now Trey must stride through a fractured timeline, doing whatever it takes to reunite the couples his actions have torn apart. Only then can he earn a final chance to help Sage save humanity from the evil that covets their very souls. But even if he is successful, can Sage forgive him the carnal journey it took for him to help save her world?

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To get this straight, Trey has to help troubled couples. Lucy and Rand just happen to be one of those couples. Trey, of course, gets his own story, or stories rather, as well. The first of which can be found here.

So, that's it in a nutshell. What do you think? Do you like the idea of a series of deliciously steamy ménage stories? And do you think Trey deserves to be forgiven?

And because I've been in a contest mood lately, anyone who comments today is entered to win a PRINT copy of my Samhain release, "Seduce Me", which contains the first two stories in my Vaughn series. :)

Reckless Exposure --by Anne Rainey
AVAILABLE NOW from eRedSage.com

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Guest Blog w/ ERIN NICHOLAS!!!

Hi, all! I’m back again! I’m two months from the release of my book No Matter What and I want to continue the fun here, with Lucy’s wonderful readers! This month I have some “Confessions of a Romance Writer”.

I do not want to give the impression that these confessions, in any way, apply to all romance writers! In fact, they probably don’t apply to anyone else at all! But here’s the thing: the chances of me bumping into you at Target are minuscule at best. So, here are some things that might be therapeutic for me to confess:

  • I love Twinkies. Yes, I know that Twinkies and cockroaches would be the only things to survive a nuclear attack, yes, I know that sugar is the only natural ingredient in them, yes, I know that they don’t have any chocolate in them. But I LOVE them.
  • I do believe that women are just as good as men and deserve equal votes, equal pay and equal say as to what goes on top of the Friday night pizza, however, I think men should change flat tires, men should have to go into the basement to the fuse box when the lights go off and men should shovel the driveway (okay, he can use a snow-blower) when it snows any amount requiring shoveling.
  • I am pretty persnickety (plus I love that word!) about weather and temperatures. Anything between 65 and 80 degrees is fine. Rain is fine about seven days a month… and not in a row… and the wind can blow, but not more than about 10 miles per hour.

Okay, writing confession time:

  • I usually know the hero first. That’s usually my starting point, honestly. I don’t know why, but he’s the thing that comes to me first about a story. I think about who he is, what he looks like, why he is the way he is and what he needs to learn or how he needs to change. Then I come up with a story that will make that change happen and the woman that needs to be in that story with him.
  • I often write dead end scenes. Meaning that I get to the end and there’s no where to go, nothing interesting happening. So, then I delete the scene, go for a walk or dust my house (desperate times call for desperate measures) and then come back to it and usually find a way out.
  • I listen to Frank Sinatra while I write. I don’t think that really needs any explanation.
  • I’ve read every single one of Julia Quinn and Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ books three times each. At least. Is that a writing confession, since it’s actually reading? Yes! I don’t think there’s a single romance writer, at least not one worth reading, who isn’t an avid romance reader! J

Okay, enough about me! Here’s an excerpt from my upcoming release No Matter What. In case you like it and want to know what happens next, there’s a longer version of the excerpt on my website! www.ErinNicholas.com

But I’m going to make the contest easy this month! Just post a confession of your own (junk food confessions are welcome… confessions of illegal activities not so much! J Let’s keep in PG-13 if we can, k?) and you’ll be entered to win the prize pack for September: a great CD, two candles (in my favorite scents), chocolate and your pick of books from my keeper shelf!

Erin

www.ErinNicholas.com

Erin@ErinNicholas.com

No Matter What

November e-release, Samhain Publishing

Erin Nicholas

“I didn’t realize I was under house arrest. I have things I have to do. And I did not ‘slip out’.”

“A million dollars is a lot to pay for an eight hour work day.” He lifted the coffee cup that she had not noticed until that moment.

She felt a wave of indignation wash over her but she held her expression stoically. “This is not exactly a typical business arrangement.”

A long silence followed her statement.

“You’re right.” His words took Jaden by surprise. “For instance, any other time I hire someone, I ask a lot of questions about them personally as well as professionally. I like to know about their families, their interests and hobbies. Their habits. I should have asked more questions about you. My primary concern at the time was that I hire the best therapist there was for Emily.”

“You did.”

“Yes, but I didn’t think beyond the therapy sessions. I didn’t fully consider all of the things you would mean to Emily besides being her therapist.”

Jaden frowned, wishing she could see his face more clearly. “What do you mean? And what did you mean by ‘their habits’?” She wasn’t sure why but she felt offended by the comment now that she replayed it in her head.

“I expect Emily will get very attached to you. You are a young, intelligent, successful woman and Emily will likely look up to you.”

“And that concerns you.”

“Frankly, yes.”

“Why?”

He came to his feet in one quick, fluid movement. “Because it’s one in the morning and you’re just getting home.”

Let him guess and assume about what you were doing. Make him a little crazy for a change.

“I don’t like that you’re assuming the worst about me. I have given you no reason not to trust me.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay, then, I have only one question for you. Where were you?”

She swallowed hard and tried to get a grip on the thoughts and responses that were stumbling over one another in their haste to make it to her mouth first.

“I was out, Adam. That’s all you need to know.” She added a flip of her hair to emphasize how casual she was about the whole thing.

“Jaden…” He took a deep breath and she saw him consciously work to unclench his fists. It struck her how personal her name sounded from his lips even when he was frustrated. That only increased her aggravation.

His voice slightly calmer, he spoke again. “It is important to me. At least tell me that you weren’t…”

“What? That I wasn’t… doing drugs? Drinking all night at the bars? That I’m not a call girl in the evenings when I’m not at the hospital? Smell my breath, Adam, if you don’t believe me. Diet cola was the strongest thing I had tonight.”

He came toward her quickly and she tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. He leaned in, braced his hands on the counter behind her on either side of her hips, and took a deep breath.

She held hers. Having him suddenly this close was overwhelming and she fought to remember what they had been talking about.

He reminded her quickly. “How about all of the above?” His voice was lower now, huskier, and his eyes studied hers closely. “How about reassuring me that you wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things?”

She didn’t like that he doubted her. She wanted to stomp and yell and demand that he believe in her. But, at the same time, this might just be perfect. She’d been off balance since meeting him. He shook her up, as much as she hated it. Clearly her conduct during off-duty hours interested him, and worried him. So, this might be her chance to turn the tables a bit. Not that getting a man like Adam off balance would be easy. But it would, very likely, be fun.

“I’ll tell you this much. Drugs and prostitution aren’t my thing.”

He pressed closer and she felt the edge of the counter against her low back. Perhaps it was her decision to try to overwhelm him for a change, but for the first time, when he got close to her, dropped his voice low and looked at her like he wanted to make all of her fantasies come true, she reveled in it.

She found the scent of his cologne and the warmth of the arm braced on the counter beside her appealing rather than aggressive. In fact, this close, she found that his blue eyes, swirling with emotion, were impossible to resist. He was a passionate man. He cared about his daughter, his household and stood firm in his convictions. It was his unflinching devotion that made her want to know more about him. For instance, what else stirred Adam Steele’s passions?

“So tell me, what is your kind of thing?”

The huskiness in his voice made her nerve endings dance.

She studied his full lips for a long moment before her eyes traced his strong jaw shadowed with dark stubble. Eventually, she moved up slowly to again meet the midnight blue eyes that seemed to pierce straight through to her soul.

“Arrogant millionaires evidently.”

As his lips met hers, she momentarily stopped disliking anything about him.