Six Sentence Sunday—oops…

I know, I know… my first one of these and I’m late and totally forgot about it.  My day was awful yesterday.  I’m sure they’ve deleted my link, but here it is anyway and hopefully they’ll give me another chance next week….

OK.. This week’s selection is from my newest release, due out I believe August 20th with Sugar and Spice Press.  “Second Skin” is the story of Catherine Spencer, a bored paralegal who is sick of her humdrum likfe with her husband Alex.  When she goes to a dinner party and meets  mysterious stranger, Jack Leannan, everything she’s ever known is turned upside down.


All of the hair on the backof my neck bristled, sending a shudder through my body at the crudity of his
words.  “Poor thing.  It’s been so long for you, hasn’t it,  A grá?  So long youfear that you’ve forgotten how.”  Every syllable went straight to my sex and I could feel the warmth building so fast that I parted my thighs, praying that the cool ocean breeze would calm it.  His mouth was on me again, slipping from the crest of my cheek to the gentle slope of my throat.  “You need a good fucking,” he growled, pulling my body roughly against his groin.

VNV Nation– Muse of the Day

Ok, I think we already discussed how much music plays into my life as an author.  I simply cannot write without it.  I’ve tried to write in silence, and it just doesn’t work for me.  My wonderful sister, the dynamic writer Lucy Blue, was talking about how I like a lot of Industrial music that sounds to her like “tractors being ground up by the Death Star.”  So I introduced her to VNV Nation, one of my favorite Industrial groups.  They have the pounding electronic sound, but their songs have melody and purpose that I find to be both brilliant and beautiful.  With that in mind, I decided to post a short playlist of some of their music so that those of you who haven’t heard them can get a little sample:



Holding On:






From My Hands:




WIP Wednesday

OK, so I came home from Fandom Fest the other day and had this RABID idea for a story.  Right now its called Masquerade and its a m/f/m menage story.  I’ve been crazy about writing it, like producing thousands of words in a day, which isn’t like me at all.  Well today and yesterday I kind of lost my momentum, but I think it may have just returned.  Take a look at the little excerpt and do tell me what you think.  Unless of course you want to tell me it sucks, in which case… just keep it to yourself.


He stood there motionless, staring up at her as if he’d been waiting.  As she descended the staircase, she could see that he was tall and solidly built with closely cut hair.  He was wearing a mask, so she couldn’t see his face, but his eyes seemed to pierce from behind it.  His suit was formal, solid black save for the blinding white shirt beneath his jacket.  As she reached the bottom of the stairs, he offered his arm and smiled warmly.  “We’ve been expecting you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she stammered, taking his arm and allowing him to lead her into the room.

He chuckled softly.  “You might be surprised at how well we know you.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“It’s true,” he continued, taking her on a twisting path through the crowd which barely noticed their passing.  “Its one of our rules here.  No names.  No identity.  Its always a masquerade ball.”

“And where is here, dare I ask?  Or is that one of the rules too?”  Blythe stared up at him, trying to discern some familiarity from what she could see of his face beneath the mask he wore.

He leaned in, whispering softly against her ear.  “A place to get lost.  A place to do what you will and have whatever your evil little heart desires.”  She inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy musk of him as his skin brushed against hers.  “A virtual garden of forbidden pleasures,” he purred, pulling her against him as they began to sway in time with the haunting music that swirled around them.

“I think I like this place already,” she sighed, leaning into him so that she could feel his warmth against her body.  His arms went around her waist and she could feel the strength in them.  The muscles in his chest were hard against her soft ones, save for the hardening buds of her nipples.  Just his voice, his subtle movements had already made her break out in gooseflesh all along her arms and across the exposed center of her chest.

“You’re shivering.  Do I intimidate you?” he asked, twirling her into the center of the crowd.  Streaks of colors and light blurred together, making her dizzy as he pulled her around the floor.  Voices and laughter pounded in her ear and everything looked larger than life.  For a moment she wondered if perhaps she’d been drugged in some way.  Everything was too bright, too vivid… too much.  She sighed and fell limp into the masked stranger’s embrace, letting him pull her this way and that
in the rag doll dance.

“I don’t know what to think…” she murmured.

“Then don’t.”  He dipped her low and placed a burning kiss in the center of her chest.  “Only feel your way through, love.”  With that he jerked her upright again, crushing her tight against his chest and nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.  “Ask yourself—what do you want?  What is your darkest desire?”  Tangling his hands in the bun at the back of her neck, he pulled her head roughly to one side, breathing hot against the delicate skin of her neck.  “A rough lover that will take you hard and fast, marking your body with bruises to help you remember?”  He bit down on the soft flesh just over her jugular until she gave a little shriek and then soothed it with gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips.  “Or perhaps a slow and sensual fuck that seems to be some never ending dream?”  His hands slid down her spine to rest on the curve of her ass left open by the silken dress.

“Do I have to choose?” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his and reveling in the friction between their skin.

He smiled wickedly, dipping her low again until the room turned upside down.  “That’s the spirit, love.”

Convention Wrap, or Why I Need More Sleep

So I didn’t feel like posting a blog yesterday.  I know, I suck ass.  But after the weekend in Louisville, I was so damn tired.  Of course, on the way home I was hit with a blast of inspiration and spent all day yesterday writing.  Its kind of unheard of ground, as the story is in no way paranormal, but I’m really chugging along on it.  So much so that I kept going and going until I heard Tally’s alarm go off at 6 o’clock this morning.  Which meant that I’d been up all night long.  Which means I’m now a zombie.  I’m just too old for that shit.  But hopefully after some food and some caffeine, I’ll be ready to keep going.

As for Fandom Fest– I had such a blast on the panels and meeting all the new people.  I won’t give a blow-by-blow or anything but I will hit the highlights.  First off, I’d like to thank Stephen Zimmer for giving me such a great opportunity to be part of his Literary Track.  I think others have mentioned this in their recap, but I will reiterate– I was just awed by Stephen’s ability to keep up a positive attitude despite adversity.  In addition, the panels for the Lit Track were entertaining and so relevant.  I got the opportunity to meet some really great authors: Angelia Sparrow, Eric Wilson, Kimberly Richardson, TammyJo Eckhart and Cassandra Dayne, just to name a few.   I got some great information from panels, both the ones I was on and the ones I attended.  For example, I never knew that strawberry jam was good on assflesh.  I was on the BDSM in Fiction panel but I think I did more listening and learning than actually talking.  It was great!  I also spent a good chunk of time in the bar with Cassandre Dayne and her husband which was a great way to unwind after some of the obstacles presented by the hotel:  no A/C, my room being given away to others, and other things that I won’t go into.

Alright, kittens.  I’m off for lunch and caffeine with Siobhan.  I’ll catch you all laters!


I am blogging to avoid doing all the things I still have left to do.  However, I have done my hair and laundry.  Next on my list is packing my suitcase, cleaning the house and having a shower.  Maybe later tonight I can actually sit down and overhaul my iPod and make more swag.

Earlier I got a comment saying that inquiring readers wanted to see me.  I wasn’t really sure how to take this, but seeing as how I have nothing to hide, I’ll post a pic.  And as I was thinking about it, I happened to think— there are LOTS of pictures of me out there on the intertubes.  I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, as one day some psycho could track me down.  But as a friend of mine once said, anyone who is a member of a social networking site has essentially given up their anonymity.  So screw it.  A pic of the ole Southern Belle herself…

The Real Me… exciting isn’t it…

There.. aren’t you pleased?  Aren’t you just falling all over yourself with joy and amazement.  I used to shy away from pictures rather readily, but I’ve decided.  Most people aren’t nearly as hard on me as I am on myself.  I need to remember this as I go forth this weekend in Louisville.  Even when I think I sound like an idiot.  Or look horrendous.  Or my hair won’t do what I want— other people won’t even notice.  And I suppose that this is the key to self-confidence, folks.  Not giving a damn what other people think as long as you’re happy with yourself.  And after 34 years I’ve decided– I AM.  Sure I’d like to lose a few pounds, have more novels under my belt, write better– and I’ll strive for those things.  But I don’t have to rely on those things to be happy with myself.

I was having a conversation with my siblings today and they were saying that no matter what I do, I always manage to land on my feet.  I just laughed and said, “Well… I know I’ve always been charming.”  And I think that’s part of it.  I’m also, for the most part, unafraid to speak my mind, ask questions and try something new.  Which I realize, might also work against my “goth chicky” image.  I’m not quiet or gloomy.  I don’t carry a frown.  I’m very personable and like talking to people.  But yeah… I am charming.
This is the part where you all tell me to shut up and get to work packing.  I’ve rambled long enough.  But I figured this was something I needed to tell myself to quell those gnawing feelings of self-doubt that have been working on me all week long.   I can only be me and everyone just has to accept it.  Or, as they say, fuck ’em.

Taking a hint

…from my best friend, Siobhan Kinkade, I’m going to use this time to enumerate all the things I need to do before 6 AM tomorrow morning.

  • Color my hair.  Yes, ladies and germs, coloring my hair is of utmost importance.  My mother gave me many gifts, one of which was gray hair at 12. And given that my brother-in-law’s dumbass secretary accused me of being  his mother- in-law the other day, I guess I’d better get to it.
  • Do some laundry.
  • Clean the house.
  • Do the dishes that I’ve been putting off for two days.  I know this may come as a shock, but I’m really bad at housekeeping.
  • Make more hershey kiss roses for more shameless promotion.
  • Pack.  I’m notorious for waiting until the last minute (I didn’t pack for my honeymoon until 10 minutes before we walked out the door– Pudden I’m sure will enumerate on this further in his comment).
  • Work on WIP.
  • Change my mind again on what I’m reading tomorrow night.
  • Shower and make sure all unwanted body hair has been removed.
  • and I’m sure there’s something else I’ve forgotten… oh yes… BREATHING…

Not sure I’ll be able to get it all done, but I’m going to give it the old college try.  Especially that breathing one.  That can be very important.  I have to remember that I was nervous like this before MystiCon and ended up having a wonderful time and making some great new friends.  This time will be no different.  Though, if you see a short little goth chick sitting the corner, curled in the fetal position rocking back and forth— its just me.

Fandom Fest Playlist!

So I really can’t think of anything to write about except the abject terror I’m having right now.  But y’all have heard about that all week.  So when all else fails, do a random music post!!!  Yes, ladies and germs, the following is among the HUGE playlist I’ve been working on for my iPod for the ride to Louisville, KY.  Sorry, Tally Darling….  And btw—I post the youtube links so you can listen to the song and then download it from iTunes or Amazon (in other words, don’t pirate the muzak).

Ava Adore– The Smashing Pumpkins

The Time– The Black Eyed Peas

This is What Rock N Roll Looks Like– Porcelain Black

Raise Your Glass– Pink

Winterborn– The Cruxshadows

Cinnamon Girl– Type O Negative

Get Your Body Beat– Combichrist

Electronaut– VNV Nation

Find Forever Gone– Bella Morte

Christfuck– :wumpscut:

Happy Listening!!!





This Just In!!!

As if this week weren’t exciting enough, I found out late last night that my new short story, “Second Skin” has been picked up by Sugar and Spice

Press!!  So yay! They were crazy enough to trust me again, I’m glad to say!  I will keep you all posted on release dates and such as I find out.

In Fandom Fest news, its just three short days away and I’m slowly becoming a basketcase.  If you’re a friend and I’ve been ignoring you, please understand that I really am just a scatterbrain and not really paying attention.  So by all means, call me, IM me, whatever, because chances are, I won’t think to do it.  My brain is so crowded.  I’m starting to pack and gather up clothes and such to take.  I”m such a terrible packer.  I have to have choices of things to wear, so consequently I pack for 2 days like I’m going on a ten year trek through the desert.  And of course, what I normally wear when I’m sitting at home on the couch with the dog and my lappy is NOT what I’d wear to be in public.  So there’s a lot of digging and deciding.  Its all very stressful.  I’ve also come to the realization today that I am not going to have time or money to get my hair trimmed.  So there’s a distinct possibility that I’ll look like a wooly-booger on those panels.

And then there’s the part where I have to decide what to read for my Friday night reading.  I’ve been putting it off, but now its crunch time.  Do I go with something horrific and gory or something very X-rated?  Funny or solemn?  *sigh* I just don’t know… Whatever the outcome, I’m sure I’ll be blogging about it here.

That being said…. I’m off to practice….

Hop on the Train to Louisville!

I write to you today as a writer, pop-culture enthusiast, music lover and starstruck idiot.  In a few short days I’ll be off with the hubby and two of  my nearest and dearest to Fandom Fest in Louisville, KY.  Those of you who have been faithfully following my blog since I was over at blogspot know that I get crazy about doing the whole Public Appearance thing.  I don’t consider myself to be special in any way, so the thought of going to an environment where people might expect me to be out of the ordinary is a bit scary.  I’ll be honest– I’m comfortable speaking in front of others.  I have a sparkling sense of humor and infectious laugh and can almost always think of something to say.  But in the days, hours and minutes before I have to say it— I’m nervous as a three dollar whore in the front pew of the Baptist church.  That being said— I’M SO FREAKIN’ EXCITED!!

Any writer, or in fact anyone who attends these conferences, will tell you that half the fun is getting to know the people.  I’ve met so many wonderful authors, publishers and editors at Sci-Fi Conventions.  In fact, I met my own first publisher at ConCarolinas in Charlotte, NC.  A lot of people don’t realize that many of the authors, media guests and vendors do several of these conventions each year, as do the people who are faithful attendees.  Therefore, you often get to see the same people at the conventions and start to forge friendships that exist beyond Facebook.  This is the part I love best– collecting friends.  Stephen Zimmer, Marcia Collette, Dahlia Rose, Dorian Wallace and Nicole Kurtz are just a few of the author friends I’ve made doing the Con thing.  I hope that Fandom Fest will be as fruitful for my collection.

Alright, down to brass tacks– my Schedule of Appearance at Fandom Fest!!   Wow…. that sounded official—-

Friday 7/22:  8pm:  Vampires, Werewolves and Zombies: Keeping Genre Writing Fresh

                        11pm:  Reading

Saturday 7/23:  7pm:  Signing

                            10pm:  Erotic Writing

                            11pm:   BDSM in Fiction

Sunday 7/24:  10am:  Writing Fanfiction

I’m sure that I’ll also be lurking around the halls, scribbling in a notebook or chatting up the other guests.  And if you see me, by all means come up and say hello.  Of course…. you might end up in a story later—-

In the words of Julia Sugarbaker…


I’m sitting here on my laptop in front of the TV and I keep seeing an ad for a new show.  Its about some doctor who moves her practice down south.  You can tell its the south by the myriad of cliched images on the in the ad— a big beautiful plantation house, the handsome redneck boy-next-door (those do exist, I’m married to one), the toothless hick that asks “You aint from ‘roun’ here, are ye?”  I can predict where this show is going before the first episode airs.  It will be the story of some intelligent Yankee-type person who comes down here to save all us adorable backwards yahoos.  The initial episode will show her moving into her house out in the middle of nowhere (because we all know there are no metropolitan areas in the South).  She’ll go into town where everyone will treat her as a suspicious outsider except for one sweet lil old granny lady who will take her in and befriend her.  Then of course the sweet little redneck boy will happen by her house on his way to the local fishin’ pond and offer to help her do something around her house.  There will be at least one episode dealing with racial strife, numerous jokes about grits and at least one person who goes by the name of Bubba.

Well let me tell all you chilrun’ what the South is really all about. Its about sweet tea on hot, summer nights.  Its about taking off to “The Beach” for the weekend with your family.  Its about saying hi to people that you’ve never met before and offering them a smile.  Its about Grandmas that spend all day frying chicken over a hot stove, family reunions that last all day and walking barefoot in the grass.

You see, all of these cliched shows seem to be about us being saved by the forward-thinking foreigner.  But it seems to me that others might have a little to learn from US.  I’ve heard people from other places complain that everything here moves so slow.  Well what on Earth is wrong with that?  I think the rest of the world would do well to slow down a bit and enjoy their lives.  Life is too short as it is.  A dear friend of mine is facing the possibility of her life being shortened and she sure as shit would be glad for a bit more time to enjoy herself.  Another criticism is that the South is so backward.  And I’m the first to admit– we can be.  But that’s not always a bad thing.  Not in the sense of we’re taught old-timey manners down here.   Some might think its silly to say “yes ma’am” and “please” or “thank you,” but I think its a good thing.  It doesn’t take but a second and it makes the other person feel good.

Another big criticism of the deep South is that we have racial strife.  And I’m sure we do.  Everywhere does.  But let me tell you a story that warmed my heart a couple of weeks ago.  As you know, I live in South Carolina– famous for being the the site of the start of the Civil War and the first state to secede from the Union.  My husband is a history nut and insisted the other week that we go and walk around the State House. As we’re walking, we came up to the African-American History memorial (which is beautiful if you ever have a chance to go see it) and my husband is telling  us about all the people represented in the sculpture.  Horrible stories of slavery and civil rights struggles.  Stories that will make you wonder how in the world the human race has progressed so far.  So I’m standing there, staring at this sculpture of a slave woman and I see this family walk up. They’re walking around, the parents talking to their children about the statues and I noticed the coolest thing— it was an African-American family, but one of the little boys had brought his white friend with him.  And they were all participating in the discussion intelligently.  It gave me hope and showed me how far we’ve come.

The South is my home.  I’ve lived here my whole life and as a teenager, I hated it.  I wanted to get out of here and move on to someplace bigger.  But the older I get, the more I begin to appreciate all the things that make me a Southerner.  The South has become kind of trendy right now, especially in the literary scene, with the popularity of Sookie Stackhouse and Anne Rice before her.  I’m very positive on this and consider myself a Southern Gothic writer.  I just hope that to “outsiders” that read these books or watch these TV shows, they will be able to catch a glimpse of all the things that make this place such an extraordinary piece of American culture.