When inspiration hits, I suppose that's exactly what happens. Your keyboard can suddenly explode under the fury of your fingers. Or...you could simply be reading a blog from two erotic romance authors, Moira Reed and Samara King.
While procrastinating my writing this weekend, I happened to spending some time IMing with Moira. She, in turn, used some of that conversation to post about voyages. Check it out. I sound cute. lol.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I've been a naughty blogger. I can't believe five days have passed since I've given any sort of an update. Well. Actually, I can. Sorry folks. Spring allergies are here and I'm miserable.
To make up for it, I'm going to announce the contest that my newsletter subscribers already know about. Oh? You didn't know already? Hmmm...perhaps you should register too.
As I was saying, since March is my birthday month, here's how it's gonna work...
All you have to do is visit my blog any time during the month of March and leave a comment. On March 31st, I will draw a name from the commentors. The lucky winner will receive a Cobblestone Press gift certificate, a signed copy of the cover to Soldier and some adult goodies *wink, wink* for a romantic evening at home. A second way to enter is have a friend sign up for my newsletter . I'll enter not only that person's name, but yours as a referral! Make certain they let me know you sent them! Also, I'll be guest blogging at Cobblestone Press on March 26th. Look for me! Because I'm cool that way, I'll even count comments left with that post towards my contest.
To make up for it, I'm going to announce the contest that my newsletter subscribers already know about. Oh? You didn't know already? Hmmm...perhaps you should register too.
As I was saying, since March is my birthday month, here's how it's gonna work...
All you have to do is visit my blog any time during the month of March and leave a comment. On March 31st, I will draw a name from the commentors. The lucky winner will receive a Cobblestone Press gift certificate, a signed copy of the cover to Soldier and some adult goodies *wink, wink* for a romantic evening at home. A second way to enter is have a friend sign up for my newsletter . I'll enter not only that person's name, but yours as a referral! Make certain they let me know you sent them! Also, I'll be guest blogging at Cobblestone Press on March 26th. Look for me! Because I'm cool that way, I'll even count comments left with that post towards my contest.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I can't remember who said it, but someone recently told me that she likes to write spicy scenes in public because it serves people who like to read over her shoulders right. How funny is that? Well, below is the excerpt I wrote for Primal 2: Origins while on the airplane Wednesday. And yes, the guy next to me stole not-so-sly glances at it as I was writing.
*****
“You’ve been given the capability to do so much more. It’s up to you.”
Bryce’s voice was full of the calm assurance Celeste had come to associate with him. His was the voice and reason and confidence that she could not find in herself. She wanted to listen to those words and absorb them into herself. A quick glance into the depths of his blue eyes sent a jolt of lighting through her. Celeste recognized something primal and certain there that her body responded to.
She needed space. Room to breathe. To think. With a step backwards, she murmured, “You and Ben. You’re both so different. I – I just don’t know.”
“What can I do to help?” Again that confidence. Celeste loved these moments of soft gentleness that peaked through his gruff exterior. Her heart picked up its pace.
She took another step backwards, realizing that he had again closed the gap between their bodies. She swallowed hard. “I don’t know Bryce. I just need some more time.”
“Time for what?” Another step brought Bryce closer. The air was heavy with the scent of his masculinity. Celeste found herself almost panting in her need to be rid of his aura clouding her senses.
“To choose,” she murmured. Another step, this one smaller than the last. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the way she avoided his eyes.
“Choose?” Another step to close the gap. Damn he was good.
“Which one of you. I just can’t decide between the two of you.” She ran a hand through her hair and saw Bryce’s gaze follow the motion.
From behind her, came the soft sounds of Ben’s voice. “Who says you have to choose only one of us?”
Celeste’s head snapped up at his words, her breath caught in her throat. How could she have forgotten that he was there? Quiet as a thief in the fucking night, he was.
Wide-eyed, Celeste turned to Bryce for help. His eyes were hooded though, raw desire piercing through her. “No need to choose,” he said. “Love us both.”
His words startled Celeste into taking the last step away from him – the step that pressed her back against Ben. As Bryce closed the distance between their bodies again, she felt Ben’s cool lips come to rest on her neck, sparking an instant flame there. At the same moment, Bryce leaned forward and brought his mouth down on hers.
Celeste’s mind whirled at the sensation of both men as they touched her, each place singed by their lips. The longer their mouths lingered on her skin, the more fuel that she was thrown onto the conflagration.
Ben was peppering her bare neck and shoulders, his hands holding both sides of her waist. Bryce, true to his take charge personality, was running the tip of his tongue along her lips. Celeste released a small whimper, part in protest and part in longing, but made no move to stop either man.
Instead, her left hand sought where Ben gripped her waist with such possessiveness. The other arm wrapped around Bryce’s neck and pulled him closer.
God. What am I doing?
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Ben slid his calloused fingers over her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He dragged her limp hand over the fly of his pants, grazing the erection filling the front.
Celeste didn’t know what it was – this evidence of his desire for her or it could have been the feel of Bryce’s thumb sliding over the swell of her breast – but whatever the cause, her mind finally rebelled. She pulled away from Bryce, eliciting a grunt of disapproval from him. Frantically, Celeste searched Bryce’s face.
“I can’t!” she cried.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ben pulled himself away from her grasp. Fingers that no longer seemed under her control were itching to find him again.
There was a self-satisfied grin on Bryce’s face as if he had been waiting for her protest.
“Yes, you can – ” Bryce demanded. Despite the grim expression displayed on his face, his one-sided smile was seductive and as usual, confident.
“– and we will wait until the moment you agree too,” his brother finished for him.
Heart hammering in her chest, Celeste dared a glance at Ben. His face was as flushed as she knew hers must have been. She felt like her legs would collapse at any moment. The feeling that one or both of them might have caught her if she fell was the only thing that kept her upright.
*****
“You’ve been given the capability to do so much more. It’s up to you.”
Bryce’s voice was full of the calm assurance Celeste had come to associate with him. His was the voice and reason and confidence that she could not find in herself. She wanted to listen to those words and absorb them into herself. A quick glance into the depths of his blue eyes sent a jolt of lighting through her. Celeste recognized something primal and certain there that her body responded to.
She needed space. Room to breathe. To think. With a step backwards, she murmured, “You and Ben. You’re both so different. I – I just don’t know.”
“What can I do to help?” Again that confidence. Celeste loved these moments of soft gentleness that peaked through his gruff exterior. Her heart picked up its pace.
She took another step backwards, realizing that he had again closed the gap between their bodies. She swallowed hard. “I don’t know Bryce. I just need some more time.”
“Time for what?” Another step brought Bryce closer. The air was heavy with the scent of his masculinity. Celeste found herself almost panting in her need to be rid of his aura clouding her senses.
“To choose,” she murmured. Another step, this one smaller than the last. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the way she avoided his eyes.
“Choose?” Another step to close the gap. Damn he was good.
“Which one of you. I just can’t decide between the two of you.” She ran a hand through her hair and saw Bryce’s gaze follow the motion.
From behind her, came the soft sounds of Ben’s voice. “Who says you have to choose only one of us?”
Celeste’s head snapped up at his words, her breath caught in her throat. How could she have forgotten that he was there? Quiet as a thief in the fucking night, he was.
Wide-eyed, Celeste turned to Bryce for help. His eyes were hooded though, raw desire piercing through her. “No need to choose,” he said. “Love us both.”
His words startled Celeste into taking the last step away from him – the step that pressed her back against Ben. As Bryce closed the distance between their bodies again, she felt Ben’s cool lips come to rest on her neck, sparking an instant flame there. At the same moment, Bryce leaned forward and brought his mouth down on hers.
Celeste’s mind whirled at the sensation of both men as they touched her, each place singed by their lips. The longer their mouths lingered on her skin, the more fuel that she was thrown onto the conflagration.
Ben was peppering her bare neck and shoulders, his hands holding both sides of her waist. Bryce, true to his take charge personality, was running the tip of his tongue along her lips. Celeste released a small whimper, part in protest and part in longing, but made no move to stop either man.
Instead, her left hand sought where Ben gripped her waist with such possessiveness. The other arm wrapped around Bryce’s neck and pulled him closer.
God. What am I doing?
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Ben slid his calloused fingers over her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He dragged her limp hand over the fly of his pants, grazing the erection filling the front.
Celeste didn’t know what it was – this evidence of his desire for her or it could have been the feel of Bryce’s thumb sliding over the swell of her breast – but whatever the cause, her mind finally rebelled. She pulled away from Bryce, eliciting a grunt of disapproval from him. Frantically, Celeste searched Bryce’s face.
“I can’t!” she cried.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ben pulled himself away from her grasp. Fingers that no longer seemed under her control were itching to find him again.
There was a self-satisfied grin on Bryce’s face as if he had been waiting for her protest.
“Yes, you can – ” Bryce demanded. Despite the grim expression displayed on his face, his one-sided smile was seductive and as usual, confident.
“– and we will wait until the moment you agree too,” his brother finished for him.
Heart hammering in her chest, Celeste dared a glance at Ben. His face was as flushed as she knew hers must have been. She felt like her legs would collapse at any moment. The feeling that one or both of them might have caught her if she fell was the only thing that kept her upright.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
If this post makes absolutely no sense today, it's because the double-whammy of daylight savings time and jet lag is killing me! Where have I been, you ask? My answer: I flew to Austin, Texas for a two day conference for my company. Worth the intolerable fatigue I'm going through right now? My answer: No.
Since it's my unofficial New Year's resolution (I don't do those stupid things), I will try to find something sunny about the trip to say. I've come up with two things: (1) downtown Austin is cute. After a to-remain-nameless airline company effin' ruined my luggage and I had nothing to bring my clothing back home in, I wandered around that area looking for a suitable substitute. Found one. As I searched, I also came across about six trillion bars along the way. If I hadn't been by myself - walking, no less - I would have stayed to enjoy the night life.
(2) The second thing was that during the lulls of the conference, I set my creative brain to work. Thanks to my friend Shannon (of L. Shannon), I stole her idea of coming up with a book of plot ideas that I could pull from at a moment's notice. I did that, plus one or two better. I came up with the entire plot line for Soldier 2, Primal 2 and a rockin' excerpt for Primal 2, which will be menage-based. (I'll post what I wrote another time.)
Back to DST...did you know that when the geniuses decided to extend it by four weeks, it was discovered that it actually consumes more energy and not less like they had tried to sell us on? Grrrr. And let's not forget the havoc it's playing on my sleep cycle.
Since it's my unofficial New Year's resolution (I don't do those stupid things), I will try to find something sunny about the trip to say. I've come up with two things: (1) downtown Austin is cute. After a to-remain-nameless airline company effin' ruined my luggage and I had nothing to bring my clothing back home in, I wandered around that area looking for a suitable substitute. Found one. As I searched, I also came across about six trillion bars along the way. If I hadn't been by myself - walking, no less - I would have stayed to enjoy the night life.
(2) The second thing was that during the lulls of the conference, I set my creative brain to work. Thanks to my friend Shannon (of L. Shannon), I stole her idea of coming up with a book of plot ideas that I could pull from at a moment's notice. I did that, plus one or two better. I came up with the entire plot line for Soldier 2, Primal 2 and a rockin' excerpt for Primal 2, which will be menage-based. (I'll post what I wrote another time.)
Back to DST...did you know that when the geniuses decided to extend it by four weeks, it was discovered that it actually consumes more energy and not less like they had tried to sell us on? Grrrr. And let's not forget the havoc it's playing on my sleep cycle.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
FINISHED! Well...I should amend that draft 1 of Primal: The Summoning is done. It's a lot shorter than I had originally intended, but I think the 16K word count gets what needs to be done, done. I'll send it out to one or two beta readers before diving in for revisions. Because it's meant to be book one of a series, the ending leaves the reader with a lot of questions. But they'll be answered in book 2!
While I'm here, I also want to be sure to let you all know about a great series that I've recently had the opportunity and great fortune to read. L. Shannon writes about Tascryn Demons - think vampires - and I've read books one through three. THEY ARE FABULOUS! The latest book in the series in Walking at Sundown and is available now from Cobblestone Press. Do not let this series pass you up. The scenes are incredibly hot and leave you wanting for more. Let's see...there's a shower scene, a tub scene, menage, BDSM...I don't think there's anything she doesn't explore. While you can read Walking at Sundown by itself, I would highly recommend getting the two books before it: Walking with Synn and Walking in Memories. They are worth it!All of the links posted here will get you to the excerpt or purchase pages. Don't forget to tell them that Dee sent you when you get there.
While I'm here, I also want to be sure to let you all know about a great series that I've recently had the opportunity and great fortune to read. L. Shannon writes about Tascryn Demons - think vampires - and I've read books one through three. THEY ARE FABULOUS! The latest book in the series in Walking at Sundown and is available now from Cobblestone Press. Do not let this series pass you up. The scenes are incredibly hot and leave you wanting for more. Let's see...there's a shower scene, a tub scene, menage, BDSM...I don't think there's anything she doesn't explore. While you can read Walking at Sundown by itself, I would highly recommend getting the two books before it: Walking with Synn and Walking in Memories. They are worth it!All of the links posted here will get you to the excerpt or purchase pages. Don't forget to tell them that Dee sent you when you get there.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The March Dee Carney Writes Newsletter went out today. Those readers know a few things the rest of you don't know. Nyah nyah nyah! Use the links to the left to sign up. It's not too late!
This past Sunday, I attended my first ever "word war" with five other writers. For those of you who don't know what this means, basically for 30 minutes you write. For this particular group, we posted excerpts of what we managed to do in those 30 minutes. All of this was done via IM. Well, we started somewhere around 11 am and kept doing 30 minute increments until 10 pm that evening. I managed a total of 6502 words. To give you an idea of how much that is, I normally manage about 1000 words a DAY! So that was six days' worth in one! I will say that on Monday, I was drained and barely managed to squeak out 700 words. lol.
I'm toying with the idea of taking one of my less-popular stories and posting it for free on my web site. Who wouldn't want a free read? I'm still toying with the idea. What do you think?
This past Sunday, I attended my first ever "word war" with five other writers. For those of you who don't know what this means, basically for 30 minutes you write. For this particular group, we posted excerpts of what we managed to do in those 30 minutes. All of this was done via IM. Well, we started somewhere around 11 am and kept doing 30 minute increments until 10 pm that evening. I managed a total of 6502 words. To give you an idea of how much that is, I normally manage about 1000 words a DAY! So that was six days' worth in one! I will say that on Monday, I was drained and barely managed to squeak out 700 words. lol.
I'm toying with the idea of taking one of my less-popular stories and posting it for free on my web site. Who wouldn't want a free read? I'm still toying with the idea. What do you think?
Sunday, March 2, 2008
I love talking with authors. Although I have to give props to Mr. Carney for suggesting it first, they are really convincing me to write a sequel to Soldier. I've been throwing around some ideas in my head. I haven't fully developed it yet, but I can see that there might be a Soldier 2. I'll keep you informed.
I also decided to change Primal. It's now in a more contemporary setting - which has meant discarding most of what was written previously and starting over. I'm still thinking about making it a three part series, but I want to finish a rewrite for Trial of the Guardian and start Soldier 2 before going to book 2 of Primal.
A quick, unedited blurb for Primal: The Summoning... After being cursed by the island's obeah woman, Caelan's body becomes etched with an intricate tattooed design. Called by her brother to come to his friend's aid, Tara is reluctant to use her gift, afraid of the possible consequences. But between Tara's gift and Caelan's strength of will, the summoning can begin.
I also decided to change Primal. It's now in a more contemporary setting - which has meant discarding most of what was written previously and starting over. I'm still thinking about making it a three part series, but I want to finish a rewrite for Trial of the Guardian and start Soldier 2 before going to book 2 of Primal.
A quick, unedited blurb for Primal: The Summoning... After being cursed by the island's obeah woman, Caelan's body becomes etched with an intricate tattooed design. Called by her brother to come to his friend's aid, Tara is reluctant to use her gift, afraid of the possible consequences. But between Tara's gift and Caelan's strength of will, the summoning can begin.
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