Arg. I am SO sorry for losing not one, but TWO posts in a row. The first one – no good reason. But this last one? Reasons. Let’s begin here:
It’s never, ever a good thing to have to be dressed in this fashion. Yes. That’s me. Yes, it is possible I’m channeling my inner Martian. Or. This is what happened after a simple haul out (when you pull a boat out of the water to inspect and paint the bottom to keep stuff like barnacles from growing on it) turned into a fiasco. We discovered some damage that had allowed sea water to intrude into the structure of the boat. It meant that what should have taken three days ended up taking two weeks. In this case, I was dressed to handle some of the chemicals required for the job.
Of course, none of us could stay on the boat while the repairs were underway, so we moved me, my husband and three cats into the back bedroom of my parents’ house. My folks are the best.
But after two solid weeks of hard physical labor, lots of brain fry, and anxiety over when we’d ever get our home back in the water, last Thursday – MY day to blog – the boatyard put me on standby. I raced up there. They finally got the boat afloat at 11 in the morning, just as a windstorm was rising. I’d never helmed that boat solo in those conditions before. We were inside a marina so there were lots of other boats to hit if I got it wrong. Can you say terror? I could. I did. But dang if I didn’t get out of the sling and out of the marina without any issue whatsoever. Dad says I even made it look good. Never mind that my hands were shaking so badly I’d never have gotten ahold of the wheel again if I’d let go. We spent the rest of that day on the water taking the boat south to Seattle.
That wind storm that had me so freaked? Died. It was sapphire sky and water the whole way. We watched porpoise feeding in the outgoing tide. We dodged fishing boats and their nets and played chicken with a huge container ship. Spoiler alert: They win. No question. Ever. After seven hours on the water, it was time for another shot of abject terror – docking the boat. Again. Something I’d never done. Mostly because it’s usually my husband at the wheel and me on deck. This isn’t so much some sexist statement about who should skipper the boat – it’s that my balance on deck is an order of magnitude better than his. So we’d fallen into this unquestioned habit. Turns out, there’s a lot to be said for cross training.
Dad talked me into our slip and there it was. Docked on the first attempt. Didn’t hit anything. No blood. Nothing sank. And now we’re good for another three years.
Have you ever done that? Done something you didn’t know you could do until you had to do it? I’m interested because I think those kinds of things are some of the best, most empowering stories out there. I love hearing them. What’s yours?
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.
Good morning! Since we don’t have a theme for this week I am going to do some self-promoting. I don’t usually self-promote here, but many of you might not know about me or my writing. First about me…hmm…I’m an Aries with a Cancer Moon and Virgo Rising. I’ve always walked to a different beat, and my husband tells me I think like 8% of the population! Now where he came up with that stat, I never figured out. But, he’s an engineer, so I don’t question. I love to travel and have visited most sacred sites across the globe. I spend a lot of time in coffee houses chatting with friends. Waste most of the afternoon hanging out and watching anime, reading, playing on my iPad…you know, nothing too constructive. But, I get up at 5:30 am every day and work until I crash!
In 2013, I almost gave up writing. I had several m/m books published and the industry was going through growing pains. I thought about starting something new and getting back to my art. Well I did start something new, a business with a wonderful friend and artist, teaching online classes, but I couldn’t give up writing all together.
In 2014, I had four books published.
Mostly, I write m/m romance but started as a m/f historical romance writer. These older books have been out of circulation for quite some time. I decided to republish two through Musa Publishing. It’s always nice to get a refresh on a story and a new editing job.
Regarding Eliza is my m/f Edwardian book – and a fun story about Eliza, a young woman living during the 1910’s. This was quite a decade of change, much like the 1960’s – which is the other m/f story I have out – Formula For Love. Both stories feature strong, independent women who want to make a change in the world, and are trying to figure out how love fits in with their need for independence.
On the m/m romance side, I have a new series, Orbus Arcana, co-authored with Vina Grey. This tells the story of Vince and John, a vampire in love with a human cop. The story leans towards a fantasy in the sense we have a lot of world building. Orbus Arcana exists alongside the human world but in another dimension. We will soon have an audio book for the first book – For The Bite Of It and plan to have the second book converted to audio next year – A Bite In Time. Vina and I are working on book 3, and hope to have it published in April, 2015.
I’m not sure what 2015 will bring? Maybe another trip overseas, or a brand new series I’ll write with Vina. I learned to take things day to day, to enjoy my writing and not stress the details. Life is too short not to enjoy every minute of it!
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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.”
So my lie two weeks ago? Number 3. Never auditioned in LA for pilot season. Everything else was true. 😀
Ah. Romeo and Juliet. How I loathe that play. It’s not at all romantic. And I’ve always been really curious about why my professors and teachers all insisted it was a love story when I suspect very, very strongly it’s actually about something else altogether. BUT. I’m supposed to write an ending here, not deconstruct the illusion that there’s something romantic about two idiot teenagers committing suicide after their first few sexual encounters with one another.
Romeo studied the still, silent face of his beloved. Almost, he believed he could die just from the searing pain in his heart. But no. It kept on beating. Kept on aching. It should have been impossible with Juliet dead. His fist clenched on the vial of poison. He’d take it. Swallow it and join Juliet in death. But first.
“Let me hold you one last time,” he murmured, drawing her limp form into his arms. Cradling her against his chest, he slid down the cold stone wall of the crypt until he sat on the floor, crooning meaningless, broken words into her sweet-smelling hair. His tears wet her face.
She sighed and snuggled closer.
He gasped. “Juliet?”
“Hmm?” Her eyes opened, but her gaze didn’t quite focus on him.
Laughing while still crying, Romeo hurled the vial of poison away. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair and finally, when she lifted a hand to brush the moisture from his face, her lips. And tasted the remnants of something bitter. He drew back. She met his gaze no reservation in her eyes.
“You got my message,” she said.
“What message? Juliet. You feigned death.”
“For you,” she said, pulling free and sitting up. “You could have taken my body out into the fields for burial. I would have returned to consciousness and we could have escaped. Together.”
He blew out a trembling breath and glanced at the dark stain his shattered bottle of poison had spill across the far wall. “This is unbelievable. I thought you were dead. I meant to die, too. So we could be together.”
“Don’t you ever do that,” she demanded. “I love you. I will love you whether I live or I die. I couldn’t bear to have you destroy what I love.”
“Then live,” he said. “For I love you more than I love the shattered life that is left to me. I can offer you nothing. No security. No luxury. Nothing of what you so richly deserve – a home, a life of laughter and ease.”
“We are prisoners to hate that is older than we are,” she noted. “I, for one, am tired of it. I have been for some time, but it wasn’t until I met you and learned to be daring and to take risks that I decided I wouldn’t stand for it anymore.”
A smile grew unbidden on his face and he stroked her hair. His body trembled when she leaned into the caress. “You are my lawfully wedded wife. I want what is best for you. I fear I am not it.”
“You are,” she said. “I gladly forfeit my inheritance, for the money is tainted by the feud between our families. I will have none of it. Get us out of the city. Then we’ll go to Cinqe Terre. A friend is building an import/export business there. She wants me to draw her products so that she may show her wares in distant cities without having to travel with them. It will not be luxury. But we will not starve.”
“Work?” Romeo said. He grinned and rose. They were alive. She wanted him. More than she wanted a life of pampered comfort. “I suppose at worst we know I could become a soldier.”
She took the hand he offered. He pulled her upright. “None of that,” she chided. “You’re promising to live for me. No soldiering. Have you considered teaching dance to young noblewomen?”
He laughed. “Let’s get out of here.”
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Ah, and so end’s Romeo and Juliet. Now, this isn’t a favorite play of mine. I don’t like tragic endings in romance, that’s why I write in the romance genre and not women’s fiction. I want the HEA. The HEA might take a few books to get there, but rest assured, my heroes will be happy together, and not in death. So here’s how I would write the ending (and being predominately a m/m writer, I’m changing Juliet into Jules.)
(kisses JULES, takes out the poison)
Romeo stares at the ugly brown bottle. Did he really want to end his life? Yes, he loved Jules like no other, but it wasn’t as if they could marry. He’d have to do the deed sometime in the future.
He vehemently shook his head. With Jules he had no life, and the thought of taking a wife left a knot in his stomach.
“Bitter, bitter taste I will welcome. Here’s to my love. “
He uncapped the cork and the nasty whiff made him choke.
Jules stirred, sitting up on his elbows, rubbing his eyes. “Hey, Rom, what took you so long?”
Romeo gasped and dropped the bottle on the concrete floor. The glass smashed and released the foul odor.
Jules wrinkled his nose. “What the fuck is that stuff?”
“I thought you were dead?”
“Didn’t you get the message?”
Romeo’s heart pounded. He’d almost taken the vile poison, and all this time his lover was alive. “What message?”
“Man, you have the worst luck. I only pretended to die, idiot. Why would I kill myself? Tybalt is dead. Mecutio is dead. How many dead bodies do we need in this goddamn play?”
Romeo shrugged. “And Paris…”
“Geeze, man, is there anyone left alive?”
Romeo grinned, his eyes shining. “We are…so let’s make the best of it.”
Fade to black…
Ah, come on, this IS Shakespeare and he doesn’t do erotic romance!
Viki Lyn: Award winning author of paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of Viki’s books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.
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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.
Our theme for this week involves a bit of sleuthing on your part. Or guessing. Whichever you prefer. I will tell you three things. Two of them will be true. One will not. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out which of the three is the bald-faced lie and call me on it in the comments. First, a truth for free: I may have procrastinated this post because I have no earthly clue what to tell you. But here we go anyway.
You know I went to acting school. Here are three facts regarding what happened after graduation. Two true. One not. Which is which?
1. I’ve made twice as much money singing professionally as I ever did acting.
2. I appeared in Sleepless in Seattle, an episode of Northern Exposure, and some commercials for places that aren’t even in business any more.
There you go. What? You thought I’d make this about cats? 😀 Okay here. Your gratuitous cat photo of the day.
The theme for the next two weeks is Truth Or Lie? I’m going to give you two truths about me and one lie. Then you’ll need to guess which is the lie. I travel extensively and had many unique experiences along the way. Here are three experiences I’ll never forget, but one is a bald lie, and maybe in a way, a wish that maybe someday it will come true!
Here it goes:
Truth One: I traveled to Egypt and climbed to the top of the Great Pyramid. Once at the top, there is a room where I participated in a meditation and laid inside of a stone ‘coffin’.
Truth Two: During 9/11, I was out of the country visiting Fatima in Portugal. One of the women ran out of the church shaken up because she envisioned tall building falling down around her. Afterwards, we we found out what had happened in the United States.
Truth Three: I danced and drummed around henge stones in England with a modern Wiccan group during the full moon.
So which do you think is a lie?
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I have never been a reader of superhero fiction. It has only been recently, mostly through the Marvel films, that I have learned more. Currently my favourite are the Guardians of the Galaxy. Same as Sabrina I like my heroes working as a team.
If you haven’t seen the movie yet run to the cinema and do so. It is a lot of fun with intriguing characters…
Chris Pratt did a great job playing Star Lord and he doesn’t look too shabby either;). And he has some pretty awesome dance moves…
I love the Avengers and cannot wait for the next movie to come out, but I have to tell you that Star Lord and his team are giving Iron Man, Thor and Captain America a run for their money.
Who is your favourite superhero?