Author Archives: Sabrina Garie
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.
Shades of Pink Charity Anthology
As you may know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Last year, the first Shades of Pink event raised over $10.000 through more than 1300 donations
For our second year, 22 authors have allied for 1 cause: fundraising for research. Their gift to everyone who makes a donation is a romance anthology (ebook) titled Shades of Pink (volume 2), totaling almost 150.000 words / about 400 pages as a PDF. I participated last year and am proud to participate this year, with my first sweet love story.
The suggested donation is $5. Funds are raised via Stayclassy.org and all proceeds go directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Readers can also donate to the charity organization of their choice (with a focus on breast cancer) and email their receipt to receive their copy of the anthology in either PDF, ePub or mobi (kindle).
Who: Catherine Bowman, Mitzi Calderone, Vivien Dean, JJ and TA Ellis, Sabrina Garie, Nina Day Gerard, T. Hammond, Susan Harris, Laura Hunsaker, Kallysten, Amara Lebel, Alicia J. Love, Deelylah Mullin, C. Deanne Rowe, Cynthia Sax, DJ Shaw, Alice Stark, Ashley Suzanne, Gill Taber, Natasza Waters, Zoe York, Angela Yseult
When: Now through November 15th.
What: 22 short stories, including…
- 4 paranormal, 1 sci-fi, 11 contemporary, 1 historical, 2 military, 3 BDSM, 2 YA (some stories have more than one genre)
- 3 spicy (ménage or kink), 7 sexy (explicit sex scenes), 12 sweet (no sex)
- A couple of vampires, about three dozen humans including soldiers, geeks, teachers, librarians, writers, survivors, bosses, rock stars, teens, mages, wives, husbands and fiancés, 1 succubus, 1 genie, a few aliens, some werewolves and other shifters.
- Pink, pink and more pink, including tattoos, plenty of flowers, precious stones, jewelry, a bookmark, a drawing, ropes, lingerie, a car, a bag, a vase, various clothes, an anteater and a squirrel.
Where: Kallysten’s blog
Here you’ll find links to teasers for the stories, interviews of the authors and blog posts during all of October, a FAQ, and of course the link where you can donate and help this worthy cause.
Crazy times at my house. Better late than never.
Like Marcella, I’m not a big fan of Romeo and Juliet. A 13 and 14 year old… What’s up with that? So here’ my pseudo progressive ending. Hate it if you must, but I just had to do it.
Juliet blinked her eyes. The poison had not worked and very much alive Romeo face shimmered into focus. She should be thrilled. Why didn’t his eyes look as brown as they once did, nor as tender. He smelled of sweat and mint and sulfur soap, that made her want to gag. Was that a pimple on his temple or a wart?
“Thank the lord, you are alive, my love,” Romeo squeaked, the sound harsh against her ears. His mouth fell open, the tip of a pink tongue emerged. The look reminded her of a puppy dog. She looked around him half expecting a wagging tail. He was so young.
“My daughter, thank goodness we find you.” Her father came running up to them. Sweat plastered his salt and pepper hair to his forehead. “We have made peace with the Montagues. The war is over. Come home and I promise you can attend school with your brothers.”
“You will let me learn to read, father?”
“Aye, daughter, I will. You were too willing to give up your life, too early. It woke me up.”
“Then, Romeo, we should wait. Learn. Grow. If we still love each other after a few years, we can marry properly.”
y turn at two truths and a lie. In my day job, I claim to save cities. Below are three ways that I claim to have done so. Which are true, which is not?
- I worked as a city manager for a small town in the northeast.
- I once was a university professor teaching courses on urban development and economic development, while providing expertise to the various city agencies and nonprofits through research and consulting work.
- I have lived in many edgy neighborhoods, leading the way to new possibilities.
What do you think? Which is a lie? What do you think are the best ways to save cities? Yes, I do have an urban fantasy in my future. 🙂
In the meantime, I’m offering a free sexy read, A Flicker of Power, to celebrate the release of newest book, Life Reignited. You can access all the links here.
I like my superheroes in teams, working together, crying together, eating shwarma. When I was young (primary and secondary school), I loved the Legion of Superheroes. Remember them? Saturn Girl, Timber Wolf, Lightning Lad and his sister Light Lass, Braniac, Triplicate Girl, Chameleon Boy…heck, even Superboy traveled to the future to join thee group. Doing it in a team always seemed more realistic. Yes, they had superpowers but they also had weaknesses. Often big ones.
My love for puppy piles of superheroes was strengthened and deepened by the X-Men. That group brought misfits, outsiders, the onlies and the lonelies together. And if being part of the squad did not make each one whole and healed, it did make things better for them. Because one thing we love to love about superheroes, is the isolation and loneliness that comes from having unworldly and often ill-understood powers. To be a superhero is often to stand alone. Its why so many of us struggle to be normal, because being great seems to come at the cost of being able to connect. So super groups seem to compensate for that cost.
Which brings me to the last and final group–the Avengers. Kudos to Joss Whedon (again) who really showed the inherent challenges of moving egos, barely contained power, and scarred psyches in a single direction.
How about you? How do you like your superheroes?
At my dinner party, the guest of honor is Forseti, Norse god of justice and truth. He is a pivotal character in my soon to be released novella, Life Reignited. Because his vocation is arbitration, he focues his full attention on the person talking and the topic at hand. His power is to make each person’s voice feel valued. Some dinner party guest, huh? Here’s a snippet from the book, where we meet our silver-tongued god.
“Welcome to Norway.” The god’s voice flowed like honey over the room. A sense of peace settled in Sander’s gut. From the awestruck looks on everyone else’s faces, they felt it too. “I am Forseti,” he continued, leaning forward, eyes moving from one person to the next. Now that made sense. Forseti was the Norse god of justice and truth, known for his mediation and arbitration skills and a voice that could calm a raging storm.
Forseti is accompanied by Sigrid, a Valkyrie who shadows his every move. There may be a later love story in there somewhere but for now, its the backdrop of Phoebe’s and Sander’s story. I’d invite them too, because not only are they both brilliant and insightful, Sander has a quirky sense of humor. He loves to quote old TV shows. Phoebe, an Amazon warrior, loves to play along. Here’s a snippet. I’m giving away a prize to the person who identifies the two TV shows quoted below. Remember both my protagonists are over 50. Fun, yes?
“Everything hurts,” Phoebe complained as she pulled her boots off and dropped them by the front door of Sander’s—no—their hotel room.
“My poor Phoebe. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. But still basically human.”
“Darn. Darn. Darn. Darn.” She beamed at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way for all the power left on Olympus.”
“Then let me show you how us maturing humans deal with muscle pain. Strip.”
“Professor Xenos. You take liberties.”
A low chuckle started in his throat and ended in his eyes.
What does one serve to a god. Clearly, there would be several kinds of fish. It is the Norse pantheon. Salmon, herring, and cod. And beer and wine, flowing all night, from pitchers that never empty. Well, the gods should help with the evening, don’t you think?
Plates piled high with fruit, bowls of steaming chowder and fresh baked bread, platters of cheese, and of course dessert. Apple cake. Come, join us. There will be plenty. When the gods come to dinner, it really must be a banquet.
Life Reignited releases on September 3 from Ellora’s Cave.
Your assignment, should you chose to accept it, is to write free form to the prompt an even darker temptation. Here goes.
Darker Temptation conjures up images of lust, and chocolate, and swigging champagne out of the bottle with no thought for cost or the next morning. Its shifters with night-glow predator eyes, a vampires with blood streaked around his lip like smeared lipstick that somehow has your body shivering in anticipation. Its lurid thoughts of blindfolds, handcuffs or whipped cream, whatever works for you. Darker Temptations are the unexpected feelings of pleasure you get when you just aren’t supposed it.
So what’s an even darker temptation? It stepping past boundaries you could never imagine yourself crossing. Being tied up naked on a stage while person after person pleasures you to the applause of cheering crowds. And screaming like you’ve never screamed before. Its snatching a piece of jewelery, something you’ve always wanted, and one day, its there, in front of you. You reach out your hand. You can touch it. Its cold, smooth, with the sharp angles of a perfect gem cut. Never before have you seen an emerald that big. You’ve worked hard, you deserve it. So you take it.
An even darker temptation has you digging deep, deep, down to the place inside yourself that you fear, will break free and consume you. Some of it is bad. Some of it is not. But its part of you.
Your turn. What does an even darker temptation conjure up in your mind? Bwhahahahahaha!
Life is risk. At any age. My new novella, Life Reignited is releasing September 3 from Ellora’s Cave. I’m excited. My lovers are 50+ part of a new series, VaVaVaBoomers. Because playing with temptation is not age delimited. And its time we celebrated that.
I must be truthful. My favorite decade of last century is the 60s because people broke rules, dreamed big, and lived for a better w0rld. But two of my blogger peeps did the 60s so well, I’ll take another tack. I’ll pick the 50s. They felt rocking, full of hope and promise. But society was fraying at the edges, and they danced to keep it at bay.
The 50’s shows up as an innocent time, and there is an appeal to that. Music was fresh, TV was still a new medium (I still watch I Love Lucy and Mr. Ed Reruns), movies were breaking new boundaries (Rashomon, Streetcar Named Desire, All About Eve, Rebel Without A Cause, On the Waterfront, Forbidden Planet). There was an honesty in its innocence, a faith in the world that is provides hope to everyone who can partake. It broke open in the 60s, with the realization that not everyone could partake in the same way at the same level. And that we all looked at the world through very different lenses.
But we’ve seem to have lost that sense of innocence, replaced by technology, speed, and constant change. While today’s life is scarier, I like its pace and promise. While I admit to a pinch of nostalgia for more seemingly innocent times, and like the rhythm of the 1950s, I really don’t want to go back there.
How about you?
I ruthlessly and unapologetically borrow recipes. That means that most of my favorites are from somewhere else. But I do give credit. So I will share one easy summer cooler from me and several links from one of my favorite food/recipe website.
Mine: Flavored Ice Cubes
There’s nothing really original here but one of my favorite summer coolers is fruit juice frozen in ice cube trays. Pineapple, orange, grape, anything you like. You can even mix them. But grabbing one to suck on outside on when you are running around in the heat is a great way to cool off in the blaze of summer.
I discovered this when a friend shared it on facebook. Its steel cut oats, which I never get to eat in the summer because I don’t feel like cooking or eating a hot breakfast. Yogurt and fruit and a few others round out the ingredients. Cool, delicious and healthy. What more could you ask for.
And from the same website, directions for making naturally flavored water. For those, like me, who like water with a little spice to it. Totally awesome and perfect for summer.
My apologies but my life took over the past two weeks and I missed my blog post on evil minions. So I’ll make up for it with a photo. Here is my favorite minion. Guess which one!
INTRO: Over the past next two weeks, we’re experimented with story telling. Marcella started a story. Viki added the middle and now I have to complete it. We had not talked about our plans or compared notes on the characters or plotline. I pick up from the end of part II. To write the story in order, click the names above.
“And if I decide to help you, what’s in it for me?”
“Anguish. Pain. A few pot shots I imagine. You will not be welcome by many.” He swore a flicker of anguish flashed across her face before the steel returned. “But you will also find redemption, an end to the loneliness buried so deep in your bones it shows in the stiffness of your back, the tic that flares across your knuckles as you struggle to keep your claws inside, the howl you swallow in every breath.
The amber of her eyes deepened to burnished gold, and that gaze drilled in so deep he was sure she could see inside him, knew what he was. And it thrilled him, like being let out of a cage. Desire tightened his skin against his bones, pooled in the small of his back.
Her nostrils flared. She picked it up. Her lower lip trembled. The musk of her scent deepened, her body responding to his. The sexual tension had grown thick, smoky, filled his lungs, stifled his ability to think. He couldn’t stop the small growl from the back of his throat. He wanted to know her, have her know him.
She raised a perfect eyebrow. “Your scent is familiar, like it was built into my DNA.”
“It was. I’m Dire wolf. Canus Dirus. Early Pleistocene. We competed for food.”
“That explains the hunger I feel around you.”
She bit her lip to halt a grin. Plump, soft, kissable lips. Damn. He needed to get his head back into the game. “So, what’s the secret? I’ve admitted that I’m one of you.”
“Only when we are all found. Only then. Time is of the essence. Will you take the job?” Sadness softened her eyes, had her back rigid, like she would collapse if her body loosened.
With a low snarl, he let the claws from one hand emerge. Pain ripped through knuckles, it had been years since he allowed them out. Breathing through the burn, which was as liberating as it was hurtful, he traced one nail down the side of the throat, tapping the jugular. “What’s your name? You’re real name?”
“Yes, Alina. I’ll take the job.”
Thoughts? Was this a fun way to organize a blog. What could we do to improve it. What do you think the secret is?