Diamond in the Rough by Ruby Storm



1. How did your writing career begin?

Actually, it started when I was twenty years old! I mapped out and hand-wrote an entire chapter for Keeper of the Spirit. Then I shoved it into the bottom of my underwear drawer where it stayed for another twenty years. When I turned forty and once again pulled those dog-eared pages out and began to read, I stood and walked to my computer and typed in a chapter. The rest is history. My kids were finally old enough that I was allowed some time to do something I’d always wanted to do. And that was to finish the story of two lovers who had lived in my head all those years!

2. What’s your writing schedule? Are you a night owl or early bird?

Both! I’m fortunate to have a wonderful office in my house and my own business where I can call my hours. So, if I can’t sleep?? Off to the office I go whether it’s the middle of the night or morning or afternoon.

3. Do you listen to music while you write or do you require silence? Do you have any rituals, such as lighting candles or eating a certain type of candy or snack while you write?

In the early days of my writing I always had soft country music on. Now I need total silence. I rather enjoy burrowing in my office and when the door is shut, everyone in the house knows not to knock unless they’re bleeding profusely!

4. Have you ever experienced writer’s block, and if so how did you overcome it?

Every author experiences writer’s block. I found that if I take a day off, then park my butt in the chair and time myself. I don’t allow myself to leave that chair for an entire hour. Usually I’m able to pound something out eventually.

5. Are you a member of any writing groups or do you participate in an online critique group?

I belong to two writing groups. The Sizzling Scribes and the Sensual Sirens. Writing/author groups are the best thing for me. Even if I’m wasting time by posting to the group, I’m still attached to the writing world and somewhere in my psyche I’m formulating some sort of book.

6. You write erotic and non-erotic romance and specifically westerns. Did you choose your genre or did your genre choose you?

The historical western definitely chose me! Years ago Kathleen Woodiwiss and Rosemary Rogers grabbed me by the throat and never let go. I loved readying their ‘hot’ stories. Whoa…if those two trailblazers could see how we’ve amped up the ‘hot’ stories now! I love history and to be able to combine erotica with that was exciting. But I will always hold the sweet western romances close to my heart!

7. Do you like to read and if so, what are you currently reading?

I love to read. I think I was born with a book in my hand. Becoming an author has slowed that process down. If I pick up a book, I know that nothing will get done until the book is completed and when I’m on deadline, I need to use that time writing…not reading. *Sigh* I do have two books on my bedstand right now and I do plan to get both of them read. One story is called Giants In The Earth, A Saga of the Prairie. Of course it’s a story about a pioneer family’s struggles in the Dakota Territory. ( I LOVE THAT STUFF) The other book is called The Fallen, given to me by my nephew last month as he insisted I read it. Supernatural/contemporary. But if my nephew says I need to read it, then I’m going to give this genre a try!



8. Can you tell us a little about your new release Diamond in the Rough?


Diamond In The Rough is the third book in the anthology, DIAMOND STUDS, written by myself, Ruth Kerce and Diana Hunter. Our Ellora’s Cave editor paired us up a few years back and we began to map a project out where all three stories would have something in common. We came up with DS, deciding that all three heroes were college friends who all had a diamond tattooed on their sexy butts. What a fun time that was. Now Ellora’s Cave is re-releasing this story as a separate novella. We’ve since published another studs series called WINTER STUDS and plan to do one more. My individual story was fun to write because I had two main plots running – one contemporary and one a fantasy and brought them together. Here’s a bit of a blurb:

”With a stroke of Cupid's red pen, Claire Holliday and Brian Valentine's lives are changed forever. Two lonely people, each coping with emotional wounds, each believing wholeheartedly that exceptional love and fiery passion will forever be beyond their reach.

Little do they know that love cannot be suppressed. The heated touch of shared acceptance can capture the wounded heart and magically heal it. Who's to know what force really brings lonely souls together. It could be simple fate, or maybe Cupid actually exists, and continually stands guard over our hearts.”

9. Are you working on a new book or writing project now?

Yes – I’ve got a number of things going on. I do have to have an erotic submitted by the end of the year. I’m working on a sequel to DRAGCON’S SNARE, a STUDS story, a non-erotic woman’s story, plus researching for a fourth book in the KEEPER SERIES.

10. What’s your favorite indulgence, non-writing related, of course?

Lying in bed and watching TV. Might sound mundane, but my life is so busy! I don’t get to do this that often so when it happens, it’s magical and wonderful!

11. Can you tell readers where they can find your work online? Website address, blog, links, etc.

YES! Here are some links! Check them out – and thanks, Taylor, for the interview!

www.rubystorm.net

www.sizzlingscribes.blogspot.com

www.sensualromances.com

And I just opened a twitter account so be patient – I’m learning!

@rubystormauthor

To all my readers! I would you to know how much I appreciate your support and kind words in regard to my writing. Also, never ever be afraid to tap me on the shoulder (or wallop me across the arm) to get my attention. I love talking and getting personal!

Thank you so much for taking the time to be here, Ruby.

Taylor

Touch Of Magick by N.J. Walters

If you go casting love spells, be careful what you wish for.

Spells, Secrets and Seductions, Book 1

Rhiannon Sparks admits she’s not a very good witch—she can’t even light a candle without a match—but she keeps trying. At least her talent for business has made her magick shop a huge success. Now if only there was even the faintest flicker in her nonexistent love life.

During a night of eating and drinking, she and her girlfriends cast a candle-magick spell for hot sex. All in good fun, of course. Except Rhiannon accidentally mixes up the words. Instead of a lover, she asks for true love.

Deputy Ryland Stone’s past keeps him firmly rooted in reality. Then he meets Rhiannon and sparks literally fly. One date leads to another, and then they’re practically setting the bedroom on fire…until she reveals the deal breaker.

Though love and magick have found Rhiannon at last, getting a handle on her newly unleashed power is the least of her problems. Unless Ryland accepts that magick exists, he will never accept her for who and what she is.

Product Warnings:

This book contains a simple candle-magick spell, which you use at your own risk, a disastrous date, phone sex, and enough sizzle to practically set the sheets on fire.

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Alpheli Solution by Anny Cook

Blurb:

Bootcamp class seems to be the answer to her prayers. In her wildest dreams, she doesn’t consider meeting not just one, but two hunky vampires who take her—in the car, in the shower, in the living room, in the hot tub, in hand—as they teach her everything she’ll need to know about her new vampire life.

For centuries, Pierre has loved and pursued Julian with no success. After a hostile takeover of Julian’s financial assets, Pierre is positive Julian will have nowhere else to turn. Julian, though, chooses to teach the Vampire Bootcamp class rather than surrender to Pierre on unequal terms. When one of Julian’s students approaches him for help identifying her sire, Julian is stunned that she is his alpheli—an extremely rare mate whose blood will allow him to subsist on real food. What will that mean to his love-hate relationship with Pierre?

There are just one or two problems. Danamara is descended from Pierre’s bloodline. And she’s on someone’s hit list. Julian and Pierre find unexpected erotic rewards and eternal love when they join together in a brutal war to protect their alpheli’s life.

Excerpt:
Pierre steered Danamara toward the elevators while Julian had a few last words with Gabriel. After punching the button to lock the elevator in place until Julian joined them, he tugged her close to his body, tilting her head back for his kiss. He backed her up against the elevator wall, crowding close so her thighs separated permitting his cock to stroke her pussy.


Shoving her fingers in his hair, she returned his kiss with shocking abandon. From the moment he’d kissed her the evening before she’d known she wanted Pierre in their bed, not just as Julian’s lover, but hers also. She wrapped her legs around his waist, struggling to position his hard flesh exactly where it would rub her clit.

“You’ve behaved quite boldly tonight. Be careful you don’t provoke more of a reaction than you’re ready for,” he warned.

“She likes provoking reactions,” Julian said as he joined them. He selected the button to release the elevator. Leaning against the wall next to her, he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt hard enough to send a fiery assault to her empty pussy. She twisted her hips, grinding her pussy on Pierre’s cock.

Julian jerked her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts. “I thought you omitted your bra. I believe you have exhibitionist tendencies, my dear. When things are more settled, we might indulge your fantasies.”

She arched against the elevator wall, closing her eyes in delicious anticipation. Her nipples ached as the hard nubs brushed against Pierre’s rough wool coat.

“Look at yourself in the mirror overhead,” Julian commanded.

Danamara’s eyes flashed open as she stared at herself in the mirror and then flushed.

“Definitely exhibitionist. I can think of several scenarios I would like to arrange,” Pierre said before hoisting her high enough to take one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked it for a moment before moving to the other one.

Julian pressed the stop button when the elevator reached the lobby. “No more time to play, Pierre.”

“Isn’t that the story of my life?” With a low groan he settled Danamara on her feet and tugged her shirt down so she was covered. Her fingers trembling she zipped up her jacket as both men drew their swords and Julian punched the button to release the elevator doors. Pierre went first leading the way across the lobby while Julian brought up the rear.

The moment they were in the car, Julian settled her on his lap. Her belly gurgled again. “I will feed you as soon as we’re safely home.”

The scent of aroused males permeated the back seat. Sniffing eagerly, she caught the intriguing different pheromones that belonged to Pierre. Lust roared through her as she inhaled deeply. “Can Pierre go home with us?”

“Danamara—”

“Please, Julian?” She wriggled her bottom on his lap, rubbing against his burgeoning penis. She ran her hand over his chest as she nuzzled his chin. “You know you want him. I want him, too. He got me so hot in the elevator when you were watching us.”

Pierre slumped in the opposite corner. “Fuck, Danamara. Are you trying to kill me?”

“She could teach stubborn to a mule.”

“I can see that.” Pierre leaned toward them, taking Danamara’s chin in his long fingers. “If I stay, Julian will certainly not be the only vampire I fuck. You’ve been pushing us at each other. Be very sure this is what you want. Once we go down that road, there’s no going back.”

Her lips parted as her tongue flicked out brushing the tip of his thumb that rested near her lips. “Does your cock taste as wonderful?”

“You need to be soundly spanked,” Pierre announced.

“Excellent idea,” Julian agreed, flipping her over so she was stretched out face down over his knees. “What? Julian.” she protested.

“Naked, I think.” Jerking down her slacks, he bared her panty-clad ass. “Please do the honors, Pierre.”

“No, no. You deliberately provoked this punishment,” Pierre declared as he ripped her silky panties off and stuffed them in his coat pocket.

“Shall we see how excited you are, Danamara?” Julian inquired as he slid his fingertips down the crevice between her thighs, lightly skimming her anus before moving to her pussy. “Ah, my goodness you’re wet. Perhaps, spanking isn’t really a punishment.” Fresh moisture trickled on his fingers. “Obviously, the idea turns you on.”

Danamara jerked and cried out in shock when Pierre smacked her ass. Then helplessly she tilted her hips up as he sensuously massaged her curves with the rough pads on his calloused fingers. The forbidden attention of two men touching her as they discussed their plans for her was incredibly exciting. There was something unbearably arousing about them doing so within earshot of their driver, a vampire she’d never met before this evening. She squirmed, rubbing her aching nipples on Julian’s hard thigh.

“Oh, she liked that, Pierre. Do it again.” Julian slipped a finger in her pussy, fucking in and out slowly. Danamara’s internal muscles clenched and squeezed, holding his thick finger in their grip.

Pierre’s hand came down on her soft skin, setting her ass on fire. “No, clearly this isn’t punishment. We’ll have to think of some other way to convince her not to meddle, though I confess I am happy about her meddling this time. I will gladly stay with you this evening—or any other evening.”

“Evidently Danamara is happy about it, too,” Julian said, sinking a second finger in her slick pussy. “Spank her again. If we’re both going to fuck her, she’ll need some preparation.”

Her entire body gathered in readiness, waiting for the burn from Pierre’s palm. Her fangs had dropped at the mere idea of the spanking, but now they were aching fiercely in anticipation. Against her softly gurgling tummy, she could feel Julian’s rampant cock twitching and pulsing. She licked her lips, searching for the tiniest remnant of Pierre’s flavor even as she also longed for the taste of Julian’s cock. But Julian gripped both her wrists in his hand as he held her in place on his lap. When Pierre’s hand landed on her ass, she cried out and lifted her hips.

“Harder.”

His warm palm lightly massaged the tingling burn before he trailed his fingers down to her anus and gently teased her there. “Has Julian fucked you here, yet?”

Julian snorted. “Do you doubt it? I have claimed her in every way possible.”

Pierre sat up, stretching his leg straight so he could fish the tiny tube of lube he always carried from his jeans pocket. “Excellent. Then we will be able to fuck her without restraint. Do you hear us, Danamara? We are going to claim you together.” He daubed the clear gel on his finger as he taunted her. Without acknowledging her soft whimpers, he slid his finger up to the first joint in her tight rosette

A soft shriek escaped her as Pierre inexorably fucked her ass in tandem with Julian’s fingers in her pussy. “I need to come.” She moaned and humped her hips when Pierre spanked her again, the sound like a pistol shot in the small space.

The car slowed before turning into a garage. “Ah, we’re home,” Pierre said. Danamara heard the rattle of the garage door overhead and then the boom as it slammed shut.

Julian withdrew his fingers and tugged her pants up to cover her ass. “Just in time. I’m hard enough to drill wood.”

“Anticipating my cock in your ass, Julian?” Pierre taunted wickedly.

“Actually, I was looking forward to fucking you.” Julian helped Danamara sit up. “After we fuck and feed Danamara—though we should make her wait.”

Pierre opened the door and got out before turning to help Danamara to her feet. “I believe that’s a good idea,” he said thoughtfully. “That will be her punishment. What do you say?”

After a quick word with their driver, Julian joined them, leading the way inside. “Yes, I think that would be most a suitable punishment.” He unlocked the door and flung it open. “Welcome home, Pierre.”


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Play With Me by Amber Skyze

Book 3 in the Freedom Fantasies series.


Dressed only in matching blue lace bra and panties, Kim hopes to lure David, her one true love, to the voyeurism-exhibitionism room. She’s dying to pin him to the bed and ride him all night long. She has a drawer full of condoms. All he has to do is show up.

David doesn’t mix business with pleasure, yet when he discovers Kim’s vibrator he can’t get the image of it nestled inside her out of his mind. He fights to keep his hands off her soft, silky skin, but knows it’s a losing battle.

When the co-owners of Freedom Fantasies finally get together in their playground, sparks are sure to fly.

Excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: PLAY WITH ME
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Kim sat at her large mahogany desk, looking at the different monitors lining the walls. Guests were mingling. Fun was being had by her many visitors. A small smile formed on her lips.

Success. Sweet, sweet success.

Tonight was a hit. Almost every room was filled, all except the one on the top floor. Kim hadn’t expected anyone to reserve the room. It was her room. The room she’d been preparing for the man who had her heart.

Her focus returned to the bar where guests were enjoying cocktail hour. The first floor was open for anyone who didn’t mind being seen at the Manor. Due to the nature of the Manor, anonymity was requested by some of her guests and Kim provided it to the fullest extent.

If someone wanted to spend the night in one of her rooms, but with privacy, Kim placed them on the third floor. There was a back entrance with an elevator that led to the floor.

She provided escorts at the back door and then again at the door opening to the third floor. Guests were discreetly led to and from their rooms. Most dressed in black from head to toe. Large hats or sunglasses adorned their heads to hide their identities.

In fact her good friend Paige and her husband Jed had recently spent some time on the third floor. Paige whisked them in under disguise. Because of Jed’s standing in the community he couldn’t risk being seen coming to Freedom Fantasies.

Yes, she understood their need for privacy. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill mansion or bed-and-breakfast. No, the Manor was a place where people came to live out their ultimate sexual fantasy. Whether it was to be dominated, loved by two, three or even four men or women, it didn’t matter. Kim had a room for every desire.

She even had a special room on the top floor designed especially for her. Kim had fantasies of her own. She’d yet to use the room, but she hoped one day the source of her obsession would come around to her way of thinking and finally give in to his desires. David Shea. Though he didn’t know it. Kim could smack him over the head with a frying pan and he’d probably still be oblivious.

As if he knew she was thinking about him, David came into view on the monitor. Looking as sexy as hell dressed in black jeans and a charcoal button-down shirt, he mingled with the crowd.

He smiled at something Mrs. Fergus was saying. She and her husband were using the schoolgirl suite on the second floor. They didn’t care about being discreet. They’d frequented the Manor many times over the last year, since it opened. And they had recommended the place to friends.

David touched Mrs. Fergus’ hand, nodded a few times and then moved on to the next set of people. Eventually he moved out of sight.

David Shea. She’d loved him for the longest time. He was the reason she bought the place and remodeled it. She hoped he would find her too sexy to deny any longer. But he hadn’t. The one thing he had done was bankroll the adventure. He insisted on being fully involved in every aspect of running the place. Except she hadn’t let him be part of her room. She’d put her foot down on that one. Oh, he tried worming it out of her, but she could be just as stubborn when she wanted to. If he wanted to find out what her room was all about, he could, but that meant giving in to their sexual desires. Something David wasn’t ready to do yet.

Frustrated, she snapped the pencil she’d been holding in two.

“When will you come to your senses?” she growled, tossing the broken pencil across the room.

“Whoa!” David said, walking into her office. “What’s eating you?”

Not you! She wanted to spit.

“Nothing. Just having a hell of a time balancing last night’s deposits.”

He strode across the room and stood behind her. He bent for a closer look at the spreadsheet on her desk.

“Want me to look it over for you?”

His warm breath assaulted her neck. Tingling sensations crawled down her skin, filling her clit with lust and desire.

She groaned.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to walk away for a few minutes, that’s all.” She pushed her chair back, practically ramming him. She didn’t offer an apology. Shit, he shouldn’t be so fucking close, causing her body to ache with a need for release.

“You sure?”

She heard the concern in his voice before she looked at his eyes.

She’d insulted him.

“I’m sure. Look, I’m sorry. I just need a few minutes alone. Will you excuse me?”

He shrugged, but his gray eyes clouded over.

Without hesitation, she rushed from the room, haunted by the pained look in his eyes. She slipped into the next room. Her bedroom. The one she slept in all alone every night thinking and dreaming about David.

Leaning against the door, she fought to catch her breath. This hold he had over her was too much. Maybe she should just use one of the other rooms and have some fun with someone who wasn’t David. Someone who was his direct opposite. Maybe that would cure her of her feelings for him.

She crossed the room and stared out at the expanse of the ocean. Waves crashed against the rocks, shattering. The way her heart did every time David rejected her. He didn’t know how much she loved him or how much it pained her to be so close to him.

Buying him out of the business might be a good idea. That way she wouldn’t have to deal with him on a daily basis. She wouldn’t have to deal with him at all. Maybe that was her answer. Maybe that was the cure to erasing David from her system.

Somehow she doubted it would work, but it was a good thought. One she’d give some serious consideration to, because a woman could only go so long without sex. And her battery-operated friend was no help. It didn’t give her the pleasure a real cock would. No, Kim had to get laid soon or she was going to explode.

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Darkness

It's inside me sometimes, and I find myself wondering where it comes from, that bleak blackness that consumes my soul, wears me down until I'm looking up, sodden from tears, the heavens never feeling so far away.

It's there, inside me, and I can almost touch it, almost run my fingers through its cold, slippery mire.

I want to cut it out, to burn it away like the cancer it is, but it's become a part of me, just as my heart beats, just as the blood rushes through my veins, it's there, inside me.

And I run. I run away, so quickly, my feet clumsy and my body heavy with the burden.

But, I realize that I can survive because I made it another day. I woke, climbed out of bed, and walked into the sun.

I can feel it there on my skin, the warmth, and I smile, the heated rays reminding me that I have to continue to fight this war because this darkness...inside me...may always be.

Tom Tom

Tom Cat

Reflections

Moon on the Water

Just having some fun with my camera. Yay, it's finally home and I have a new lense to play with!

Taylor

Sadness

There are no words.

No plans that were concreted into being, no happiness felt from the touch of a friend's hand and a warm hug, nor the smile of someone who might have actually read my work or might want to read it.

Negativity rides through me in giant, sweeping waves, driven by anger, and leaving fear in its wake.

The question begging to be asked.

"What if I can no longer do this, no longer pretend to be happy with trying and failing?"

There are no words.

The emptiness left by failure, the stench of it in the air, the foul flavor of it on my tongue, because surely I can taste it's metalic substance like acid in my mouth.

There are no words.

These words were in my head this morning, and I wanted to get them down somewhere, maybe get them out. Maybe it'll help. Maybe it won't, I don't know anymore. I dare not complain too much because over the past two days I have realized that hey, it could be worse.

I have a loving mother and son, very dear friends, and I know that I'm extremely lucky to live in a beautiful place that brings me peace when I'm heartbroken or sad. It's my safe haven, my refuge.

I'd planned to go to RomantiCon this year. I had paid for my registration months ago, bought my airline tickets in August, and have spent the last month buying clothes and other things for the trip.

I even ordered a gorgeous black sash with the title of Leather & Lace written on it, to wear to the meet and greet party Thursday night. I bedazzled it with crystals, and couldn't wait to get to Ohio.

I was anxious as hell about the whole thing, though. I was going way out of my comfort zone. But, I'd accepted that. I knew I just had to deal, and my dear friends made it easier.

Then, on my way back from having my hair cut and styled on Monday, my car broke down. The gauges went wonky and the engine died. I ended up walking the last three miles home, sobbing my eyes out because my trip had been budgeting down to the dollar. Unless this was going to be some tiny, inexpensive thing, my entire trip was screwed, and I knew it.

It ended up being the alternator, and the mechanic couldn't get the part until Wednesday afternoon. So, I missed my flight.

I'll drive, I thought, until I received the bill.

Four hundred dollars later I had my car back, and the budget for my entire trip had been wiped out. I still sent my roommate my share of the cost for the room, because hey, I sure wouldn't have wanted to be in her positon. When you expect a roommate to share costs with you, and they don't show for whatever reason, it would be horrible. Talk about throwing anyone's budget into the red!

So, I've been depressed, and certainly did my fair share of crying. But, the last couple of days I've been in zombie mode. Trying not to feel anything at all because this wasn't just a trip.

It wasn't just a conference.

It felt like my last chance to stay connected to my 'career' as an erotic romance author.

My last chance.

So, I'm chillin'or trying to chill. Watching all of the recorded TV shows I missed, and some I'm seeing for the second time, like the entire season of True Blood, which my mother and I are watching with my son.

I'm cooking a bit, and trying to stay busy as best as I can.

Today, I've gotten back to my vampires, and I realized that writing is what it's really about. If I can't write, if I don't write, no conference in the world is going to help me.

So, I might be AWOL for a bit. Taking some much needed time to regroup and figure this whole thing out.

Until then, thank you all for following me, for befriending me, for just being there.

Taylor

Golden Leaves

My Flooded Well

First of all, I want to say that we weren't hit the way southern Minnesota was hit by the rain and flooding. I know we were lucky. We're on high ground, and live in extreme northern Minnesota. 

There are a lot of places in the country right now who are dealing with flooding, and my heart goes out to every one of them!

Last week, we woke up without water, however. Ironic, as it had been raining all night. When I picked the well cover up, which obviously stopped being waterproof at some point, there was about 8-9 feet of standing water inside our well house and the pump was floating. 

I learned a few things over the next four days, trying to get the water out of there, trying to get our well pump working again. 

My son ended up going to Home Depot, and we found everything we needed to build a new well cap.

We now have a brand new sump pump, as well as the knowledge of what to do if it happens again. 

We're going on five years up here. It can be harsh, especially in the winter. 

When we moved in I was used to calling a plumber, an electrician, or a handyman. I couldn't change a tire let alone  rewire a ceiling fan. I couldn't use jumper cables or string wire fencing. I couldn't fix and unclog a sink or install flooring.

I'm pretty proud of myself these days. There are still a lot of things I can't do, but I'm learning to handle the things life thows my way, and it's a lesson I'm carrying with me into my writing.

Trust me, if my heroine doesn't know how to be self-sufficient, she'll learn, she'll evolve and grow.

In the end, I know she'll meet an incredible hero who will be her equal, a man who will teach her a thing or two about love, life, perhaps sex and maybe, just maybe a thing or two about handling herself in the world.

That's love. That's two people bringing their lives and histories together, and merging into one union.

For me, that's happily ever after.

Taylor

Is it Time To Panic Yet?

RomantiCon

October 7 - 10

Okay, I'm leaving for Ohio on Wednesday the 6th of October, which is just next week. OMG, panic!

I'm having my hair done Monday. What if it doesn't turn out? I've had green hair before. OMG, panic!

I still need a pair of business casual slacks. Panic.

I haven't been to a writers conference in 6 years, maybe...OMG, total panic.

My new vampire erotica is not complete yet. Total and complete panic.

Okay, so I'm trying my damnedest not to freak out about all the little things, but I'm starting to get extremely nervous about RomantiCon. I mean, I'm been dying to meet my editor, and the wonderful people I've managed to befriend in this crazy publishing world. At the same time, I am the person who sits alone in the corner during parties.

Panic.

If I'm asked to speak in front of a group, which I won't be, thank God, I get all sweaty, and resemble an eighties rock groupie with running mascara and leg warmers, except I'm not wearing any...that's just a sticky sheen of sweat that makes my clothing bunch against my body.

I'm going to be hanging on to the professionals, I'm afraid.

Regina Carlysle

Cindy Spencer Pape

Anny Cook

Ruby Storm

There will be readers there. Oh my God, real EC/CP readers.

Not to mention, Jaid Black and Raelene Gorlinkski!

"I think I just threw up a little bit...in my mouth" (Movie Quote from Dodge ball.) 

I seriously can't wait to meet other authors, readers, and such fabulous fans of the genre. 

See you there. I'll be the one in the corner. lol

Taylor