Throbbing Thursday…er… Friday

So here I sit in Starbucks for my weekly writing crunch.  It’s been the week from Hell, truly.  As some of you may know, I’m a teacher and let’s just say that this week– I didn’t feel like Mr. Holland (of Mr. Holland’s Opus fame).  I’m also kind of failing as a writer.  I haven’t posted here since last week and I completely forgot about the weekly guest postings.  So you’ll just have to forgive me for that, dear readers.  I’ll make it up to you with something smutty at the end.

So as far as progress on “Bloodflowers,” some of you may have noticed that I did finish the first big smutty push.  And I’m thinking that maybe it’s shaken something loose because I’m now sure of exactly what’s going to happen in the rest of the story.  I only wish I could type and craft as quickly as I think.  Part of the inspiration is, I think, watching the movie Sucker Punch.  On one hand, I was inspired by thinking– my God– I can do so much better than this.  On the other, some of the images were just so vivid that they really spoke to me.  I found myself thinking about particular scenes long after it was over and I kind of like that.  We’ll see what happens.  I’ve mentioned before how I get many of my ideas through film and music.  This movie really had some feasts of both.  And though it wasn’t high art, and through some of it I was thinking “what the hell is going on?”, it had lots to offer.  I reccommend it to artists of any kind.

Alright, I’m off to actually be productive.  Crymsyn Hart is staring over the table at me, making me feel a bit guilty for having spent so much time talking to you all.  I’d better get to work before she threatens to spank me… But before I go, I’ll leave you with a little bit of smuttishness from “Masquerade,” a short that will be coming out with Rebel Ink Press in Winter 2012.  BTW… R-Rating here!!!!


“Doesn’t it arouse you to think that some of them are watching you now,” he purred against her ear just as he slid the tip of a finger between the outer lips of her sex.  “Each of them getting more turned on as they watch your body tense and hear your desperate whines.”  The sinuous digits delved deeper, collecting the slippery drops of fluid that clung to the tiny petals.  He slid the pads of his fingertips around the opening of her sex, massaging gently until she was arching against him involuntarily.  With an evil chuckle he pulled away, leaving her empty, her sex clutching for something to grasp hold of.


Alright…. back to work.

Exhaustion is a Bitch

Hello friends!  It’s been a while since last we spoke.  How are ya?  Good?  I hope everything is going well.  I have been a slug all week long.  I admit it, I’ve done nothing productive.  This is the first time I’ve even thought about blogging since I wrote up the intro for Six Sentence Sunday last week.  Which reminds me… I have to sign up for that again.  I opened up my current WIP, “Bloodflower,” to work on it last night and I wrote maybe a sentence.  It’s not that I don’t want to write, I just simply don’t have the energy.  And I certainly don’t feel sexy.

For those of you that are new to my blog following, I’m a teacher of smallish children.  I know, it sounds pretty scary considering the content of my work.  The point is, after dealing with that all day, writing lesson plans, compiling multi-media presentations to display information, refereeing slap-fights, fielding calls from parents who truly believe in their heart of hearts that their child is a darling little angel that would never do anything wrong— I’m exhausted.  I can’t think creatively.  Some days are better than others, of course.  Lucky for me, Thursdays with my writing partner, Siobhan Kinkade, always manage to energize me to keep going.  I just feel so crummy that all my other writing friends seem to be finishing things at an alarming rate and here I am, struggling to keep my head above water.

But now that’s off my chest and I’ll close with a bit more of “Bloodflower.”  I’d like to thank everyone that commented on my SSS post.  I got more response from a little blood and gore than from a whole paragraph of sex.  Weird.  I guess all you kids likey the violence.  And the badass vampires…


The creature watches her closely as she makes her way down the darkened street.  She moves quickly and he can smell the fear emanating from every pore.  She parked in the alley earlier
this afternoon, but she hadn’t expected it to be dark when she came back.  Now everything looked dark and imposing.  Every shadow is a demon in the dark, every passerby a murderer.  Her eyes dart this way and that, seeing nothing but imagining everything.  She feels hunted, though she cannot imagine that which hunts her.  She moves faster, sensing his presence, her keys clutched firmly in her hand.  She tries not to look around too much, afraid
that she’ll be staring into the face of the devil if she takes too much time to focus.  Finally she reaches the end of the alleyway where her car sits and she seems relieved to see it.

Creeping along the ledge overhead, he follows her down the street, keeping low so that she can’t see him.  And he doesn’t need to see her, he can feel her.  Smell her.  Her scent permeates the air around him and he breathes deeply, taking it in.  He wants to pounce, but knows that the anticipation will only make it sweeter.  He ducks back into shadows,  crouching down at the corner of the building to lie in wait.  She fumbles with her keys and curses the lack of streetlamps in this town.  Someone down the street screams, startling her.  She turns to look and her keys go flying, glinting once in the moonlight before being thrust into the inky darkness.  The girl makes a noise somewhere between anger and terror and drops to her knees, feeling around the ruddy pavement desperately.

“Where the fuck—“ she whines, crawling forward a little.  Her knees scrape against the rough gravel and he’s instantly inflamed with the scent of her blood.  Its carried on the wind and for a moment it clouds everything else.  His mouth waters and he can feel the burning pinpricks in his mouth as his fangs begin to grow. It was time to make his move.  He was in the perfect position to head her off if she tried to run.  There was no escape from the alley but into his embrace.  His body tensed, ready to pounce.  If the monster had a heart, it would be pounding hard against his sternum as the blood rushed through his veins.  But there was no heart.  As they say, its always the first thing to go.

Busy Bees…

As I was sitting in my classroom today, waiting for all the new kiddos and their parents to arrive for orientation, I was reading my email on my phone and I noticed that so many people were posting to their blogs this morning.  So I figured I’d better not let them make me look bad.  So here I am, a busy little bee taking a break to say hello to the masses.  So how are ya? Doing well?

Available NOW from Sugar and Spice Press

Its been several days since “Second Skin” released and I’m really curious to see how well its selling.  Of course no one can really know until the royalty statement comes in, but I’m anxious.  I really love that story and it really has some of the better sex scenes I’ve ever written.  So if you judge a story by how hot the erotica is, I can vouch for it.  I mean, Jack, the hero, made me pretty hot while I was writing it.  *fans self*

Since I’ve got this new release, I’ve booked several guest blogs for the coming weeks.  So I thought I’d give you a little schedule so you can plan your blog crawling accordingly:

I have several more coming up in October and November.  I’ll keep you posted on those as they draw closer.  Also, starting week after next, I’ll be featuring a hot face in Erotic Romance every Thursday here at the Southern Belle.  Coming up on August 25th, my inaugural guest blogger and guinea pig will be none other than my bestie, Siobhan Kincade!  Siobhan is the author of “Marked,” available NOW at Sugar and Spice Press as well as upcoming releases in February from Rebel Ink and “She-Wolf,” also from Sugar and Spice.  She’s been my long-suffering writing partner for years and I’m really excited to showcase her on my blog.  So stay tuned!

Finally, thank you so much to all of your who have been reading and commenting on my blog.  I know that at times I get so busy that I forget to comment back to every single post, but I do read them and they do make me smile.  So thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  I promise to be better about commenting back.  I’ve also been completely blown away by the SSS posts that I’ve seen the last couple of weeks.  My Nook is positively bursting with new hot reads!!

Alright, I’m going to stop babbling now.  I will leave you with a tiny little excerpt of “Second Skin” since you’ve been so nice to bear with me through this long-assed post.  See you soon, kittens—


Suddenly he pulled away and brought his fingertips to his lips.  My stomach rolled with contained arousal as I watched him with ravenous eyes.  He brushed the fingertips along the inside of his lip and tasted my spicy sweet essence, his eyes closing as if trapped in the ecstasy of some forbidden dream. He offered the digit to me and I stared up at him hesitantly.  Not waiting for my answer, he drew his finger over my mouth, wanting me to taste my own sexuality.  The flavor was complex and
sensual and I was actually disappointed when the last of it was gone.  He laughed quietly to himself and leaned over to kiss me again. I was so thankful for his mouth that I groaned audibly when
his tongue found mine and began to dance.   Over and over they stirred until I felt that my mouth was another sex, opening wider to receive his torturous pleasure.


“Second Skin” is available NOW from Sugar and Spice Press:

A Day Late and a Dollar Short…

Available August 13th from Sugar and Spice Press

So I’m sitting here preparing my Six Sentence Sunday post thinking that it will be the week before the release of “Second Skin.”  I wanted to put a link back to my awesome publisher’s website in the post.  Out of curiosity I wanted to see my cover on the “Coming Soon” page (again, I like to see my book cover on someone other than my sister’s facebook page).  To my extreme delight, it was there, looking all beautiful and sexy.  And then I saw that I had been telling people THE WRONG RELEASE DATE. Good job, Lexxx… you moron, you.  The book actually comes out THIS SATURDAY, August 13th.  NOT August 20th as I’ve been thinking all this time.  But I’m not surprised.  I’ve been so insane crazy this week that I’m surprised that I even remember that I’m a writer.  I surely haven’t thought about any writing except for writing schedules, lesson plans and letters to parents.

Now that I’m going back to school, I’ve been thinking a lot about our education system in this country.  My husband told me today that our esteemed Superintendent of PUBLIC Education here in South Carolina, refused money from the federal government to HELP our PUBLIC SCHOOLS.  I mean, isn’t that his job— to protect the children of our state?  I’ve come to the conclusion that teachers are the most trod-upon, bullied professionals in our country when they should be the most respected.  The vast majority of people in this country are educated in our public schools, yet people seem to be hell-bent to destroy them.  Teachers are constantly blamed for the inadequacies of our society– bad parenting, lack of funding, lack of parental support and the lack of importance placed on education.  We complain that the Japanese and other countries are so ahead of us in education, but its not because our kids aren’t as smart– far from it.  In my small town I’ve taught some of the brightest.  The problem is that even though we make speeches and say that education is important, the cold, hard dirty truth is that– it isn’t.  Case in point:  Me:  Johnny, why don’t you have your homework today?  Johnny: I had a soccer game last night and I didn’t get home until late.  Pardon me, shouldn’t your child’s most important job outside the home be school?  Nothing should be more important and if soccer or baseball or football or swimming is keeping your child from getting his or her homework done, then perhaps they shouldn’t be doing it.  I’ve also heard the excuse, “Well he’s a talented football player.  He could go pro someday and what will he need with book learning?”  Do these people not realize that 1 in a million people that WANT to play pro sports actually make it to the pro leagues?  And what about that knee that gets shattered playing high school ball?  Its just so infuriating because our kids have so much potential.

Anyway, off my soapbox for tonight.  I’m off to relax with some friends in Second Life.  My Second Life is way more carefree…LOL

BTW…. if you can read this—- GO HUG A TEACHER!!

Back to School!

This is my post where I freak out a little.  As some of you know, my day job is as a teacher (which, considering my writing is a little frightening, I know) and this week I’ll be going back to work during the day.  And I dunno if I said anything, but I just sold my next story, “Masquerade,” to Rebel Ink Press!  I’m so excited about how my writing career has started to move.  Its always been my dream to become an author and now it looks like it may actually happen.  That being said— I’m completely overwhelmed.  On my to-do list so far:  blogging, adding more words onto yet another WIP, yahoo grouping, guest blogging,

Coming August 2011 from Sugar and Spice Press

question answering, blurb writing and OH BY THE WAY– preparing my classroom for the coming school year.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been happier with the direction my life is taking.  But right now, I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of information.  I’m sure I’ll get with it, I just have to get in the groove.

Now that I’ve gotten all that off my chest, I’m going to post a little snippet to brighten your day!  I know how you all love snippets, so tonight I’ll be snipping from my newest release, “Second Skin,” from Sugar and Spice Press.  “Second Skin” is the story of Catherine, a woman who finds out that so much more than medical waste washes up on the shore…


“So tempting,” he replied, sliding down my body, his lips barely touching my flesh.  “But to grant your release now would only deny you all the pleasures of getting there, my love.”  He knelt between my thighs, his hands everywhere at once it seemed.
He grabbed my leg behind the knee, pushing it up and laying me bare.  I blushed again, as I knew that he could see every tiny crease, every fold—could even see the tiny drops of moisture collected on the outer petals of my sex.  Never had one been so intimate with me, so unapologetic about taking what they liked.  It aroused me more than  any touch could ever had and I found myself moaning before I could even feel the heat of his palm on my skin.


Well, was it too sexy for your shirt? Want to read more?  Well you can!  It drops @ on August 20th!