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Monday, May 28, 2012

Miss me?

My goodness, here we are at the end of May and I’m just now posting again. Well, I have been busy. I have another book coming out under a different name due to the fact that it’s a VERY adult romance. It is not, and I repeat NOT, for anyone under the age of eighteen. It is rather good though, if I do say so myself. It started as something different (how many times do we say that as writers? LoL) than it ended up being. It originated as a love story, following the emotional growth of a woman who put her career before everything as so many do these days.

I see it all the time. Women put everything into becoming this independent being, only to wake up and realize that’s not at all what they really crave deep down. Okay, I’m sure I’ll get berated for this, but God made us all a certain way. That whole ‘biological clock’ thing, isn’t just a saying. We were made to love, made to nurture. I feel that when they look back at our society in a thousand years and ponder why we fell, just as we do the Romans and the Egyptians, it will be because women had to start working. Now hold on, before you go all women’s lib on me. I didn’t say that we shouldn’t have the right to work, of course we should. But that’s not what happened. Somewhere down the road women fought for the right to vote, the right to work, and boy, did we get it…along with everything else we had the ‘right’ to do, like raise the kids and clean the house and cook the food and…um hum, you get the point. It’s not like there was some legal fair contract between the genders stating – “and now whereas the female gender shall enter the workforce, the male gender shall agree to absorb fifty (50) percent of all original tasks deemed the responsibility of the female…” or something like that. Nope, we got it all, baby. So anywho-

The story follows a woman who put everything on hold for her career and it had consumed her until her life seemed to be one never-ending day of wake, work, and repeat. Then, one day, something happens and she gets the chance to learn what it means to love and to give yourself to someone completely. (And maybe there is a whole bunch of booty along the way, not that that’s neither here nor there.) I like the way it ends. It’s just one story, no more than 35K words, so I’m sure most of you could read it in a day or two. It comes out 6/1 from my publisher’s sister company, eXtasy Books, which has actually been getting a lot of press lately ( ) so I hope to have some success with this whole alter ego bit. We shall see. Anywho – if you’re interested and OVER 18, you can head on over to eXtasy’s site and pick up your copy 6/1.

Needless to say, that’s kept me pretty busy. I know I said I was going to work on LL&L but well, something came up. Her name is Lea and she won’t hush so she comes first. Her voice is enough to drown out all the others so she deserves to have her story told first. I have no idea what kind of book this is, I know that’s awful, but there are so many elements involved, I just can’t nail down a specific genera. She’s over 18 so it’s not YA, she’s still young and there isn’t enough booty so it’s not erotica, there are too many fantastical elements to be chick lit and too many chick lit elements to be fantasy…I don’t know. I just know that for once, I actually know how everything will end up (duh, because she told me) and take it from me = it is a much faster process if you start a story knowing where it will end up. Now, that’s not to say my path won’t veer because it already has, but the destination will be the same.
Want a hint? Well, here you go. But shhhhhhhhhhh, for the love of all that is holy, let’s just keep this between us, shall we?

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