Merry Christmas to those who celebrate.
And good bye.
Perhaps you’ve noticed the blog having a series of difficulties resulting in fewer blog posts. It’s been a combination of several factors – technical, writing careers taking unforeseen (but lovely) turns, a few injuries that have since healed and assorted other life intrusions that have interrupted the flow. After some long, hard conversations, we’ve decided to pull the plug and turn out the lights.
Thank you for giving us your time. If you found a new author to enjoy via this site, each of us has a personal blog that a quick search will connect you to. If you’re interested in what I’m up to, you can find me every Friday blogging at Word Whores. It’s clean. Mostly.😀 My much neglected personal blog is a collection of silly cat stories and tales about boat living and you are always welcome there.
We don’t intend to delete this blog just yet. We may, eventually, but in the spirit of ‘never say never’ we’re leaving it up to preserve the history and the name in case any or all of us find we suddenly have the bandwidth once more. We’re hoping we don’t – it means we’re writing more books. We’ll see you in the book store!
I am so very, very excited to celebrate the release of Dirigibles Are Forever, my super-sexy Christmas novella set in an alternative Victorian London, filled with adventure, secrets and fun, and a dash of James Bond. The USA Today HEA Blog has called it a “MUST-READ Romance”.
I love this story! It was a blast to write it and Holly and Jack have a special place in my heart. Both of them face difficult decisions and Holly is working hard to find her place in the world. It is not the Victorian London you are used to, but a London where Her Majesty Queen Victoria passed the Equal Rights Act and women can do whatever they want…including being Aether Traffic Controllers;). But Holly no longer believes it is enough. She wants more, but has not yet found what this more is.
Working as an Aether Traffic Controller saved Holly Acklin after the death of her husband, but now she wants more—including a night of uninhibited passion with Jack Smith, whose very presence has kept her body tingling for months.
Special Agent Jack Smith kept his identity a secret when he came to the London Royal Port Authority with one assignment, one he cannot fail. It holds him back from following his attraction to Holly. But on the eve he must complete the mission, Holly asks for one night with no rules or boundaries, and his control snaps.
When London experiences an unexpectedly white Christmas, all dirigible traffic is grounded, leaving Holly and Jack free to act upon their stormy passions. Holly finds her determination to stay emotion-free crumbling unaware Jack is experiencing the same need. Each lover wishes for more, but fears it can’t be. Instead they focus their desires in mind-blowing passion.
But when Holly discovers that Jack isn’t who he claimed to be, everything is thrown into turmoil. Can she trust the man she thought she knew?
Now on to the contests! Yes, plural:). I have two fun contests waiting for your participation.
Steampunk Jewellery Contest (Ends Today!)
To win this necklace and pair of earrings you can
1) Comment here and tell me if you could be/do anything you wanted what would you do?
2) Follow me on Twitter
3) Like my Facebook page
4) Mark Dirigibles Are Forever as Want to Read on Goodreads
Each of these will be an entry to win. This contest ends Friday 19th December, 2015 at midnight. A winner will be chosen on Saturday the 20th December, 2015.
Dirigibles Are Forever Reader Contest
Fancy winning a gift card? If you read Dirigibles Are Forever and post a review on Amazon by Thursday January 1, 2015, you’ll be entered to win a $50 gift card (Amazon or All Romance eBooks, your choice).
The contest rules are easy:
1) You must post a review on Amazon and email me a link to the review, by midnight EST Thursday January 1, 2015. Please put “Dirigibles Are Forever Reader Contest” in the subject line and email it to tina(dot)christopher7(at)googlemail(dot)com.
2) Posting an Amazon review is the qualifier to enter the contest.
3) You may gain additional entries by posting your review on Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and ARe. You must email me the links to those reviews also.
4) Obviously I hope you’ll love the book, but if you don’t, just post your honest review. I might wallow and eat too much chocolate, but I’ll get over it;).
5) The winner will be contacted Friday January 2nd, 2015.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of our US readers! It is the national four day holiday dedicated to eating too much, shopping, and football. Okay. Not really. Or at least, the last two aren’t supposed to be the point. Family, tradition, giving thanks – those are the actual purpose of the holiday. I’m already at my parents’ house to help with the preparations for our (in theory) drastically pared down feast. We used to do the whole BIG meal: Turkey, Oyster dressing, squash casserole, green bean casserole, baked beans, Brussels sprouts, sweet potatoes, rolls or biscuits of some kind, and finally, pumpkin pie and pecan pie. Every single year, that meal was followed by an emergency room run for me because of a blinding migraine. I finally worked out that turkey and the oyster dressing are migraine triggers. THEN my mother began adding salmon to the Thanksgiving feast. Just for me. But, you know, my folks are in their 70s. Neither my sister, nor I, have houses, thus there’s no place else to host Thanksgiving. I feel like my parents shouldn’t have to host – not at their age. So last year, we tried going out to Thanksgiving dinner. Not a success. We paid too much money for a solidly mediocre meal, though everyone agreed that trying to take the burden off of my parents was the right thing to do. We just didn’t know how to do that and still have food we liked. That we could afford. Then, late last year, my mother was diagnosed with Celiac. Do you know how many things have wheat and gluten in them?? So much for casseroles. We finally settled on a reduced menu that we made at Mom’s house for this year.It was supposed to be fried chicken (we have a wheat free, gluten free flour mix for coating the chicken), baked beans, Brussels sprouts and biscuits. Easy, right? That menu has since expanded. Sweet potatoes, green bean casserole (my sister found gluten free cream of mushroom soup…we’ll see), and mashed potatoes and gravy. Not the simplified, pared down meal prep I’d envisioned. And hey! We’ve already had one family holiday meltdown! Still. I am grateful. I still have both of my parents to worry over. I spent Tuesday evening taking my sister’s 15 year old daughter to her first concert. We saw Bastille. It was awesome. I’m in a privileged position in that my family is healthy and happy. I get to do the thing I love most – write stories. I get to live where I want and in the alternative residence I love – even if hauling out the boat and doing the bottom stressed me in October. Worth it. And above all, I am eternally grateful for my readers. Whether you are in the US and celebrating this weekend or not, I wish all of you good health, prosperity, joy and peace. (This is from a Buddhist compassion exercise: May you have good health. May you have wealth. May you have great joy. May you know peace.) I’ll add in: May you have plenty of your favorite things to eat.
What’s the one thing your family holiday meals cannot be without? It used to be oyster dressing for us. Until the Celiac thing. Now it’s the baked beans. What’s yours? Pie? Turkey? Football?
I love color, so when I decided to redo my patio I went for impact. I painted the walls a beautiful Cobalt blue. So now when I open my orange Indian print curtains, and look outside, I see this wonderful vibrant color and my plants (in bloom :o) and it’s a great pick-me-up.
I love it so much I’m going to also paint the opposite wall the same color. Or I should say my husband will be doing the painting. I only paint on canvas.
I looked up the meaning behind the color blue. BournCreative – a cool design firm (love their name for starters) has a great summary of the meaning behind blue:
Blue represents both the sky and the sea, and is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, expansiveness, inspiration, and sensitivity. Blue also represents meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, stability, faith, heaven, and intelligence.
The color blue has positive affects on the mind and the body….Electric or brilliant blues become dynamic and dramatic, an engaging color that expresses exhilaration.
I love that ‘imagination’ and ‘inspiration’ are mentioned, since this is the view from my writing studio. As writers, we draw on our imagination and inspiration. So whenever I need a break, I can rest my eyes on my view from my patio doors and get inspired!
Look what happens on Tuesday, November 18! The second book in the urban fantasy Living Ink series comes out.
After being kidnapped and forcibly Inked with a Living Tattoo named Murmur, Isa thought she’d survived the worst her enemies could throw at her. She was wrong. Murmur is walking around her world in someone else’s body, and without him, Isa is losing control of her magic.
Then, in the middle of rush hour, a Live Tattoo comes off its host, killing over a hundred people. Isa discovers that Murmur’s nemesis, Uriel – a demon she believed defeated – is responsible. He’s seeking the power to force his way back into Isa’s world. If he succeeds, everyone Isa loves will be destroyed. There may be a way to stop him, but it will mean sacrificing Murmur – or herself.
A brief excerpt:
A bus lay overturned across the westbound traffic lanes, surrounded by victims who would never rise again. Half of the back section of the double long, reticulated bus dangled over the water. Cars and trucks had been tossed like the blocks of a two-year-old in the midst of a tantrum. One was a fire truck, lights still flashing amid the crumpled, shredded wreck of red and chrome.
News helicopters hung high above the bridge, tottering back and forth in the air.
Dark fluid wet the concrete bridge deck.
Isa’s breath rose high in her chest as her shoulders tightened.
The visual shimmer of here-be-magic resolved into a huge, scaly, five-headed monster of Ink and magic. A hydra. An enormous myth with gleaming, rainbow-hued scales stood splay-legged across the decks of both the east- and westbound lanes. Claws, dripping unspeakable meaty globs of human remains, grasped an SUV. One of the heads bent and ripped the roof from the vehicle as if it were a pop-top soup can. The other heads darted in, picking the struggling driver and passengers out of their seatbelts.
The book is set in Seattle. The scene above is on the 520 floating bridge (if ever there was reason to find an alternate route…) In fact, the tea shop I like to write in got turned into Isa’s tattoo shop. The people who work seem to find the switch amusing – no word yet on what the owner thinks – if she knows.😀
My most recent book is a love story between 50+ lovers. I thought it might be fun to remind us all just how sexy 50+ can be. Here’s a quick tour of the silver foxes out there who can get my heart fluttering double time. Here are my favorites:
Colin Firth (51)
Jon Bon Jovi (50)
There’s also Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Johnny Depp, Liam Neeson, Denzel Washington, Dennis Quaid, and Samuel L. Jackson. Who did I miss? Who’s your favorite (s)?
If you are looking for short, sexy romances with 50+ characters, check out Life Reignited.
Phoebe lives trapped between two worlds. Born an Amazon warrior, she’s sworn to serve the Greek pantheon. It’s her work as a scholar in the human world that gives her life passion and purpose and eases her heart—which shattered when the pantheon forced her to abandon her human lover.
Alexander Xenos is world renowned classics expert, who has dedicated his life to the study of ancient cultures and promoting peace. His fame and global adventures hide a hole in his heart, ripped out by a beautiful, gentle scholar, who shut him out cold after the most intense love affair he’d ever had.
Thirty years later, Sander meets his long lost love, only to learn she’s an Amazon, the mythical gods are real, and they are about to go to war. And Phoebe, who still sets his blood to boil, is in the thick of it. He’ll have to prevent a conflict between the Greek and Norse pantheons or lose her again—this time permanently.
Happy Halloween! Have I ever posted my very favorite pumpkin recipe? Does it matter? Here it is. Again. Or for the first time. I can’t be trusted to remember.
MAPLE PUMPKIN PIE
1 can Pumpkin (not pumpkin pie mix)
3/4 cup maple syrup
1 cup heavy cream
1 TBSP flour (though I’m wheat free – so I sub in a tablespoon of arrowroot with no problem or even just leave it out)
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp ginger
1/8 tsp cloves
1/2 tsp maple extract (or maple flavor)
Mix it all up, put it in a pie crust or in custard dishes, bake at 350 until set (a pie take about 50 minutes, start checking small custard dishes at about 25 minutes). Cool. Serve with loads of whipped cream.
You can make this lower fat and lower calorie. Substitute low fat evaporated milk for the cream and something like Egg Beaters for the 3 eggs. It won’t be as velvety as the original, but it’s still awfully tasty.
What are your Halloween favorites? I’m always looking for more temptation!
I am very excited to share with you my latest release Tangled Redemption, book 4 in my Celestial Surrender series. It is a super-sexy Sci-Fi menage and a story that has been on my mind since Miguel walked on to the page in Tangled Shadows, book 1 in the series. It was an adventure to tell Miguel, Sydney and Jayden’s story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.
Come by my website for a chance to win a copy of Tangled Redemption or a $50 gift card.
Sydney Radnall is no man’s toy, despite fate’s attempt to make her just that. But kidnapping puts her at the mercy of a sadistic Feral commander. Being held prisoner is bad enough, but her Naema blood is powerful. In her current Vampiric company her presence is like ringing a dinner bell.
In an attempt to break her, the commander makes her the pet of two of his lieutenants. Miguel is one of the most dangerous men she has ever met, but she can’t stop the attraction blazing between them. Then there is Jayden, a Vampire who is as surprising as he is sexy. Two Vampires she should not be attracted to, should not want to surrender to, should not trust.
But things aren’t always what they seem. Secrets and lies shadow their connections, making it impossible to see clearly. What are the chances of her finding lifemates while surrounded by enemies? Making the wrong decision could not just shatter her heart. It could cost her life.
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An Excerpt From: TANGLED REDEMPTION
Copyright © TINA CHRISTOPHER, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
When the Feral Vampire strode up to her, a malicious grin curving his thin lips, fangs glistening, Sydney Radnall knew she would never again allow anyone to take her blood. She would die first.
There were three of them. The other two stayed slightly behind, fanning out and blocking the entrance.
Marissa, the young human who had been taken from Parvati at the same time as Sydney, stood beside her. Their shoulders bumped. Marissa’s shook, but she raised her fists as if to fend off the three Vampires with her bare hands.
No way in fucking hell.
Sydney straightened her shoulders, rolled her neck and took a step forward. She smiled.
The lead Feral’s gaze narrowed.
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, but leaped and rammed her knee into his groin. He folded over with a whimper. She grabbed a hunk of his hair and slammed the bottom of her palm into his nose. Cartilage crunched as she jammed the shattered bones into his brain.
Eyes wide he dropped to the floor. Dead.
Sydney panted. She touched the cold synth-metal wall of the spaceship for a second but stopped herself from rubbing her sore hand. The other two Ferals gaped at her. She wanted to smirk, but she’d lost the advantage of surprise.
They recovered and converged on her. Before they had taken even one step the door slid open and Tall, Dark and Dangerous, the man—no, the Vampire—responsible for her kidnapping, strode in.
He appeared to grasp the situation with one look and grabbed the nearest Feral, killing him with a quick twist of the neck. The third attacker froze.
Sydney took a couple of steps back to give herself more room. She would fight to the bitter end.
“Honorable Radnall, what are you planning to do?” His seductive voice slid across her in an inappropriate manner. He was taller than her, something that didn’t happen often. His skin was darkly tanned. Thick dark-brown hair framed his arresting face as if he hadn’t had the opportunity to get it cut for some time. His eyes gave nothing away. With every movement, every inch of his muscular body, he demonstrated he was a warrior.
She had trained with men like him, had been taught by them, but she had never managed to best even one of them.
He crossed his arms before his chest. The final Feral moved against her. Dark and Dangerous gestured and two of the Ferals who had accompanied him grabbed the attacker.
Sydney was not surprised he was the leader. The power of a highly trained warrior and powerful Vampire cloaked him. He raised a brow at her.
Unlike her attackers his eyes were black, not red. The red identified Ferals as Vampires who drained their prey of blood while inducing horror and panic. In one of the few instances of cooperation between the three major species, the Naema Senate, the Vampire Council and the human government had agreed that Ferals were an unacceptable danger. Law enforcement as well as civilians had permission to shoot Ferals on sight without repercussions.
Over the last year or so scattered Feral groups had come together under one leader to smuggle humans as blood slaves, a crime that, if it became public knowledge, would incite another Human-Vampire War. A war far more devastating than the one three centuries ago.
She mirrored his stance. “My parents told me not to talk to strangers.”
His lips quirked. “Miguel Calatrave, at your service, Honorable Radnall.” He gestured to the dead body. “Now, if you would please explain?”
She couldn’t defend herself against his voice. Goose bumps rose in its wake.
Sydney stood even straighter. “They entered with one clear intent. An intent that I won’t allow.”
His nostrils flared, but the flash of rage was gone too quickly for her to be certain. It seemed the Ferals had ignored his orders.
“You will not allow? All right, Honorable Radnall. You have one out of the way. I took care of another. How will you deter anyone from coming in here to drink your or the human’s blood?”
She stared at him. Was he serious? Why would he want her to kill one of his own?
Sydney swallowed and observed the Vampire being held by Calatrave’s men. He’d clenched his jaw. The skin across his face was stretched tight, muscles bulging, making his two keepers struggle to hold him. His red eyes, eyes that proved he had killed humans without compassion, blazed.
She didn’t have much time.
Her chest tightened and she looked back into Calatrave’s jet-black eyes. His expression was impassive.
Her first kill had been self-defense. The next one had to be an execution. The last man she had killed had been a traitor to her country and her planet. A traitor to her species. A traitor to her.
I’m serious about art – and attended Artisan’s Expo in Santa Fe. This picture is me ready to attack my canvas. The Expressionist painting workshop was AWESOME. I got to throw paint on my canvas, grind in sand and mica and just go crazy without thinking of composition or color. I don’t have a picture of the outcome because I had to ship the work home.
Five days in Santa Fe infused my creative heart.
Taking a breather from writing has been good. I love writing love stories but I also love expressing through mixed media and paints, and teaching the creative process.
Creativity is a wonderful thing in any form you choose to express yourself.