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Wednesday, Hump Day...no matter what you call it, it's everybody's favorite day of the week! Defying the Skies is still new and shiny, so I'll try to hook you again with some naughty thoughts from my very first sequel. As always, be sure to check out the other fantastic hooks!
The idea intrigued her. “I don’t think it sounds strange at all.”
“You don’t?”
“It makes perfect sense to me.” She leaned closer to him and nudged his hands. He finally uncovered his face and looked at her. “Both of you make me feel amazing. And if you want to feel the same way....”
Her lips brushed against his. Marcus threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of her head and refused to let her go. His tongue slid inside her mouth as the heat blossomed between their naked forms. Geneva tried to picture Ash with them at that moment—his hands roaming over both of them, his mouth passing from her body to Marcus’s....
It's Wednesday! This week, I'll be presenting a special Hump Day Hook to coincide with my latest release, Defying the Skies. Once you're done reading the hook (and the other fabulous hooks this week), be sure to enter the giveaway, because I'm giving away two free e-copies!
Marcus is missing and Geneva is pissed. Watch out!
The armed guard stood with his back to her. She crept towards him, taking care not to draw his attention. Chase’s eyes widened when he spotted her, but he said nothing to reveal her presence. When she was close enough to reach her target, she lunged forward and grabbed his arm.
She twisted the joint as she pulled the limb back, hoping the gun wouldn’t discharge. A swift blow with her elbow succeeded in making him drop the firearm. She pinned his arms behind his back with one hand, unsheathed one of her daggers with the other, and held it to his throat. “Open the door,” she ordered.
He didn’t move.
“Do it.” She gave him a nudge with her knee. “Or else it’s your time that’s running short.”
“Your friend wasn’t going to kill me, and neither are you.” The quiver in his voice suggested a lack of confidence.
Geneva applied more pressure to the blade, feeling it skim the outermost layer of his flesh. “Are you really so sure?”
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Good morning, and happy Monday! I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday weekend. (And if you didn't have the holiday weekend off, I hope you at least kept cool!) To help chase away the Monday blues, I'm giving away two free e-copies of Defying the Skies! Turn on your fans, grab a cool beverage, shed your pants like our favorite Commander, and get ready for something steamy!
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What better way to celebrate the holiday weekend than with a brand new release?
I'll admit that when I first saw the cover, I had some mixed feelings about it, namely about Geneva's...uh...lack of pants. Yeah. However, after I marinated on it for a little while, I've decided that this is pretty damn cool. Would pants be more helpful in taking out a slew of space terrorists in their hidden lair? Maybe. But Commander Geneva Greyson is just so much of a badass, she can kill you without pants. Yup. I'll elaborate on all my feelings more in a future post, but for now, let's just marvel at that sweet weapon of mass destruction.
The book's out at DDP and Amazon as of rightthissecond. Since plenty of people are out and about this weekend, I'll hold off on the celebratory giveaway until sometime next week. Until then, have an official blurb!
In addition to her distinguished career with the Terran military, Commander Geneva Greyson has finally achieved harmony in her personal life. Her renewed relationship with her mother has grown stronger and she’s settled into a comfortable arrangement with the two men she loves. Marcus confesses a dark fantasy to her while she’s on leave from duty—not only does he have feelings for her, he’s developing an attraction to Ash. He begs Geneva not to reveal his secrets before Ash arrives to spend the weekend with them.
The officers return to their posts after a relaxing, decadent visit. They learn of a distressing event upon completing a week-long mission: A terrorist group has organized a strike and taken hostages in their efforts to attract attention to their cause. When Geneva discovers Marcus is listed among the missing, she disobeys her orders and sets out to join the reconnaissance team with Ash by her side. Will they find Marcus before it’s too late for him to affirm his desires?
Oh my goodness, is it Wednesday again already? Time certainly does fly when you're working your ass off having fun. This week's excerpt comes from my big WIP, my first major F/F project. Our lovely heroines, after spending much of the book in the middle of nowhere, treat themselves to an overnight trip/mini-vacation when they need to go pick up some supplies (and, uh, cake). Enjoy, and don't forget to check out the other hooks!
Catalina leaned forward and accepted the offering. The rich chocolate melted on her tongue, coating it with a smooth sweetness. She savored the thick, crumbling texture and rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing. “Damn,” she finally said. “I was never really a big fan of desserts, but I guess going without something for so long made me realize I kind of missed having the option.”
“Tell me about it.” Sari speared another bite for herself.
“Aren’t you worried about crumbs in the bed?”
“No. Isn’t that part of the fun of taking a little vacation, however short it may be?”
“True.”
The wicked smile made its appearance on Sari’s lips once more. “Nothing wrong with making a bit of a sticky mess every now and then,” she said. With one finger, she scooped up a glob of the fudge topping and painted a line from the base of her throat down into the deep chasm between her breasts. “See? I didn’t even spill anything.”
I usually don't post too much of a personal nature on here. While obviously, this blog is in my own "voice" and there's a lot of "me" in my writings (as with any author), for professional reasons, I do like to maintain some distance between day job-me and smut writing-me. And it's that day job that has been keeping me away from the blogging lately.
Once upon a time, I was a teacher. (I don't remember if I've mentioned that here or not before; if not, now you know!) As I did not teach one of the "core" subjects, it could be difficult to find work, but I always prevailed. Except for when I didn't. I got laid off at the end of the 2009-2010 school year, as did my brand new then-fiance.
He eventually found another full-time job, but I did not. I did some substitute teaching whenever I could, but quite frankly, it sucked. The stress of unemployment plus planning a wedding took its toll on my health, both mental and physical. Something needed to change, because I wasn't satisfied waiting around for the phone to ring to offer me jobs that didn't exist.
We got married in July 2011. I went back to school in October of that year to start training for a brand-new career (that had NOTHING to do with the field of education) in the hopes that I would one day work full-time again and bring home a decent paycheck so we could be more comfortable. It's not where I ever saw myself in that stage of life, but since when does everything work out the way it's supposed to?
I finished my program in April of this year, interned for a bit, and now I'm finally at the point I've been looking forward to since June of 2010 - I'm working again! My hours are inconsistent, and I don't always know what I'm walking into, but still...it feels good. Really good. However, now that I'm devoting a large chunk of my time to being back in the work force, that means there's less time for other things.
It was during that period of unemployment and poor health that I rediscovered my love for writing. After having some fun with fanfic for a while, I started writing Searching the Skies soon after returning from my honeymoon, and started submitting it around the time I began school. I do try to see the silver linings in most situations, and having writing as a serious hobby (that sometimes even flings some cash my way) helped a lot.
Even with the increased workload, I'm still writing as much as I can. I know I've been slacking off a lot here with the blog (and the blogosphere in general; my apologies to the people who are used to seeing more comments from me!). As much fun as it is, when it comes down to writing fiction or writing here, the fiction is going to win most of the time. I've got some awesome stuff coming up in the next few months, and the list of stories I want to write never seems to get any shorter.
So even if I'm quiet here, rest assured that my writing persona is still alive and kicking. I do enjoy having a space where I can share any writing insights I've gleaned (or just run my mouth for extended periods of time, like in this post). I'd rather be busy than bored, and I've found that the more my mind is working, the easier it is for me to write a bit every day. Lucky us!
Happy Hump Day! I know I've been kind of slacking with the blogging lately, but every now and then, real life gets crazy busy. To help make it up to you, I'll share a superfun longer excerpt from Defying the Skies (sequel to Searching the Skies), which will be released soon! Once you get your fix here, don't forget to check out the other hooks!
“I guess that’s the problem with climbing the ranks,” Geneva joked. “Once you get high enough, the military thinks you’re irreplaceable and that operations will cease to function if you’re gone from your post for too long.”
Marcus smiled. “Well, they’re right about one thing.” He kissed the top of her head. “You are irreplaceable.”
“Oh, her absence is definitely felt on the ship,” Ash said to him, grinning. “All those young soldiers assigned to laundry duty had to get their thrills somewhere else when her panties weren’t tumbling down the chute.”
Geneva kicked him in the shoulder. “You’re terrible!”
“Terrible, but undoubtedly correct.”
“That’s not very nice, teasing those poor boys like that.” Marcus said. “I mean, they’re probably curled up alone in their bunks dreaming of you every night, and you couldn’t even leave them some dirty laundry?”
Her attempts to suppress her giggles were unsuccessful. “You’re just as bad as he is. My underwear is not nearly as fascinating as you make it out to be.”
“You know that’s not true.” Marcus ran his finger along the thin band of exposed skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants. “And forgive me for being forward, but instead of arguing about these things, shouldn’t we be making the most of the time we have together? With or without your panties, of course.”
“He’s a wise man,” Ash said. Another set of hands joined the provocative exploration.
