Saturday, December 27, 2008

Bookie

Talked to my dad on the phone yesterday. I miss him but I don’t get to see him much since he lives in Florida and has been spending huge amounts of time in Australia. I’m planning to leave RT one afternoon/evening that I’m there and spend it with my dad. He might come to the big Saturday book signing to see me too. That would be cool.

So…have you every heard of a foodie? I decided today that I’m a bookie. Not the kind that takes bets, no the kind that’s surrounded by books. Let me take you on a tour of bookie-ness.
One way that you know you are dealing with one who is a bookie is that there are books everywhere. Not tossed about, but in every room. In my living room I have a 5-shelf bookshelf. Filled. My husband’s desk also has books in various locations—not all his books, either. There’s also a two shelf table with…books. Yes there are a few on the coffee table.

A bookie lives here.

The kitchen…there are always a few. I’ve been known to read and cook. There are about ten in the bathroom on a small shelf. The family room has a huge bookshelf that holds books from my youth. My entire sets of Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden books as well as a few Bobbsey Twins and Hardy Boys and a ton of miscellaneous others. My nearby office has two 5-shelf cases jammed with research books. Yes there are other books on the shelf above my desk…and on my desk.

A bookie’s children always have books and mine have books littered throughout their rooms. And then there’s my room…the true testimony. I have two bookshelves in my room mostly filled with books. Old books. Some new books. Books I read repeatedly. And beside my bed…

Well, the books I have there show the spectrum of my reading. There are two stacks of romance novels…at least thirty. There are two different bible study books for different groups. I’m also reading 3:16 by Max Lucado and Joseph by Chuck Swindoll. I’m partway through a book about alternate uses for everyday items (I never knew you could use lemon juice for so many things). There are two books on London and one each on the art and architecture of London and Paris. There’s a book on characterization and three inspirational nonfiction books. Finally, there’s a copy of Brother Odd by Dean Koontz.

I’m a bookie. I’m a reader. Look around your living spaces and tell me…are you one too?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas


May you have a season filled with peace and joy. Merry Christmas and a wonderful 2009!
~~Brynn

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Never Surrender

This is "40 Inspirational Speeches in Two Minutes". Very cool. I love playing name that movie.

So what does it take to get a snow day in this state? We got several inches of snow last night and the roads are slick as anything. Unless my weather indicator is lying,it's the last "snow event" for a while.

That's the new buzz word for meteorologists. Event. We're experiencing a weather event. No we're not. It's a storm. Is event a new PC term designed to keep the public from panicking? If so they need to scale back the dire warnings that always go along with the "event" warnings. Event makes me thing of popcorn, peanuts and $3 soft drinks. "How 'bout those snowflakes? They're having a very good year."

~~Brynn

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Page Updates

There are two new links on the left side of the page. One is for Facebook and the other is for my Xanga site. For those of you who are aspiring writers or who don’t believe me when I tell you I understand life in your day job, you might want to check out the Xanga site. It dates back to May of 2005. I haven’t updated it lately, but I will be soon.

Facebook is new. Here’s the story. Until last week, I didn’t know I had a Facebook page. Seriously. And then someone—my editor actually—friended me. Then two other people. How is this possible? I thought. I don’t have a Facebook. But I guess I do, so there it is and I’ve been playing with it.

You’ll notice I have a new Recommended Read. Wednesday Nights With Jamie by Daisy Dexter Dobbs is one of my all time favorite books. I’ve read it several times. It’s emotionally gripping and there were times I cried for being so outraged and hurt for the heroine. This is truly an outstanding book. To learn more about the book, click the link beneath it.

I’m over at the Grip today. Come visit if you get a chance.

One last thing...Celebrate with me!! Yesterday I hit #6 on ARe for all their books and #3 at Fictionwise for Erotic Romance books. I'm absolutely THRILLED.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Church Bloopers

I laughed so hard I cried. This is way better than the snow and wind we have here.

Holy Frostbite Batman!

Last night when I went to bed, it was 45 degrees. This morning it’s 15. And the wind… It almost blew off my coat while I was putting gas in the car this morning. Oh why oh why didn’t I put in gas last night when it was warm. It’s snowing like mad in this part of the globe too. Most of the schools had a two hour delay—which is silly. The roads were worse then than they were at the regular time.

So what is Brynn up to, you might ask…

1. I’ve ripped apart Single White Knight and I’m rewriting. I wasn’t happy with my progress so I’m redoing things. It’s a pain but it will be a book I’m proud to send to market rather than something I’ll not want anyone to read. I don’t ever want to have a book like that.

2. I’m working on a ménage summer book for Total-e-bound.

3. I’m working on a ménage book for Resplendence Publishing.

Back to work!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

My piece about RWA

Bear with me. I rarely go off but today is one of those occasions--and actually, I'm just supporting someone else who's clearly said what I've been thinking for two years about the RWA. A lot of people have been thinking these things and been ignored. December Quinn has a lot to say about RWA and I can't say I disagree with her. In fact, I totally agree. Check out her blog.

I personally think the RWA has turned into an elitist organization that supports its own interests and its own interests only. They fail to realize that they're nothing without the very people they're alienating. Even discounting the RITA crap mentioned on December's blog, every year, the ratio of membership cost to benefit return is more and more skewed. There is no benefit. There's just a very expensive magazine which has also become a joke.

I've chosen not to renew my membership with them and I'd encourage anyone who wants to be (or is) epublished not to be part of them, as well. I considered remaining in and being a "voice" but since they don't listen to any of the "little people", I'm not wasting my money.

Tirade over. It wasn't much of one anyway.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

I'm Not THAT Old

So…seriously, there are these moments when I get hit by these age things. Yesterday my brothers were talking while I was finishing preparing food in the kitchen and one says to the other, “At least you’re not forty.”

Excuse me!

I glared at them and the back-pedalling began. “Well don’t they say forty is the new twenty?” I was asked. The little brothers got the look of death, let me tell you. Do you know who said that ‘it’s the new twenty’ junk? Someone who’s already forty.

Anyway, today, yahoo music had a blog about the top 25 teen idols of all time. Davy Jones made #1. My son looks at me and says, "whoever that is." Whoever that is? Come on! Davy Jones! Okay, I can cut the fourteen year old a little slack. I mean, technically Davy Jones was before my time…but geez, he’s an icon. Kids today have no culture.

Okay, it’s entirely possible I’m a great big geek.

For the record, the teenager has no clue who David Cassidy is either.


FIVE MINUTES LATER
: My husband says...who's Davy Jones?

I GIVE UP!!!!

Friday, December 5, 2008

The Mom Song

Some of you might have seen a version of this before but I SWEAR by all things holy that this is my life today. Let me sum up today's drama: report cards.
Oy!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Catching Up

I have been chastised. Yes chastiser, I know it was a few weeks ago, but let it never be said that I’m one to be pushed. Truthfully, when pushed, I become a heel digger. Yes, I know it’s childish, but there you have it. Even if I was just about to do something, when someone starts nagging at me, I get stubborn. It’s dumb really.

So anyway…I’ve been a bad blogger. I have a new website. Do you know that? I absolutely love it! A wonderful lady did it for me and the link to her is at the bottom of my site. You can check out my new and beautiful website at http://www.brynnpaulin.com/.

That’s so weird to write. When I was growing up, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote brilliant short stories for class. It was just in my blood. Anyway, there was no internet. I wrote high school and college papers on a trusty electric Smith Corona. Then when I was still writing, and the internet was young, I never imagined the promo elements I’d use to promote my books. Heck, I thought I’d write the book, it would get published and a million people would just buy it. A website? Heck no. Why would I have a website? I’m not a big business or anything. Oh how the times have changed. I have a website with MY name on it. It’s kinda cool.

It’s also a nice visual. My husband took a look and said “Those are all YOUR books?” Ummm…what did he think I spent my time doing?

Speaking of books—this is exciting—Phantoms’ Pleasure is now available at FictionWise and All Romance Ebooks. Not only that, in a week, it’s rocketed to #10 on the Fictionwise bestseller list and it’s on the what’s hot list at All Romance. I couldn’t be happier! In more book news, In the Dark (Part of the Brit Party anthology) was released by Total-e-bound recently. I love that story and I’m going to enter it in the Eppies and a few other contests next year.

Finally, my other book news is that I’m committed to have one of the Summer Seductions in July at Total-e-bound this coming year. It’s a ménage called Stealing the Bride. It’s a little hard writing it as it’s a snowy twenty degrees.

In other news, I’m officially signed up for the Romantic Times Convention in Orlando (RT). Appearances this coming year will be RT, Carol Lynne’s Reader Weekend in Kansas City in July and the Romanticon Convention for Ellora’s Cave in October. I’ll be a busy travelin’ fool next year. It ought to be fun.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Ready, set, go...

Thanksgiving’s coming. Are you prepared to be thankful? I talked today at the Oh Get a Grip blog about thankfulness in the face of adversity. It’s a tough topic and I know from experience that being thankful isn’t easy. Sometimes just smiling and acting like things are okay hurts so bad that we have to escape other people and hide and cry. Sometimes when we’re in the midst of crisis there seems to be no opening at the other end of the pitch-black cave we’re trapped inside.

2008 has been a terrible year for me, but it hasn’t been my worst year. I’ve had a lot of adversity, but I’ve had a lot of success. It’s so easy to forget that. When things are bad, I focus on one phrase. In the spring of 1997, a woman from my church stood up to give a testimony. This woman, who I didn’t know well because we were new to the church, was battling cancer and in fact knew that her cancer at that point was terminal. She died later that year. But that morning, she was vibrant. I don’t remember much of what she said, but I will always remember two things. She had the most glorious bright smile when she stood up to speak. Genuine happiness flooded from her, and she said those words that have stuck with me, words I think of when things truly seem to suck beyond the telling. She told of what she thought about when she woke in the morning: Cool. I woke up again. What are we going to do today?

Every day is a gift and something to be thankful for, not just at Thanksgiving, but everyday. Cool. You woke up today. What are you going to do?

Friday, November 7, 2008

In the Dark

In the Dark comes of on November 17th. I finally took the plunge and made a book trailer. It's my first attempt and I'm pretty pleased with it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

This Week's Read

This week's read of the week is Heart and Soul by Ashley Ladd. I have to tell you I was leery going into it. How would the author pull off this unorthodox relationship? Oh but she did! Heart and Soul is an emotionally wrenching and triumphant book. Definitely a keeper. Click on the book cover to the right (In the read of the week box) to go to the book's page at Total-e-bound.

Here's a blurb:

Steve may still own Mischa's heart but she's damned if she'll give him her soul.

Mischa Bennett feels she is the luckiest woman alive to be engaged to Steve Krashin, the most wonderful man in the world. That is until he deep-soul kisses Vin in front of her and introduces him as his lover. Reeling, Mischa breaks up with Steve. When pushed, her heart breaking, she admits Steve still owns her heart – but she refuses to give him her soul.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween!!!

Hey! Who ordered the pizza?

It's going to be a fun day at my house today. We're making some halloweeen candy and cookies. The kids decided not to go out but I'm wearing my vampire costume today.

Today's a writing day. I plan to pump out a few thousand words on my next Cress book. I'm so excited to get back to it. There might be some dressing up there--but not for Halloween. I'm thinking...leather.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

SEXTRAVAGANZA: Kaenar Langford

Welcome Kaenar Langford!!!!

I'm thrilled to welcome Kaenar Langford to my blog for an SEXTRAVAGANZA as she tells us all about her experiences at the Everything To Do With Sex Show. Sit Back and enjoy!

Thanks so much to my dear friend Brynn who gave me a venue to share my photos and thoughts from The Everything To Do With Sex Show. This amazing show takes place every October in Toronto and is a not-to-be missed event. This past weekend I spent two full days there touring the displays and attending seminars with fellow writer Savannah Chase. The only thing missing was some great authors selling their erotic romance novels. Maybe next year.

Costumes:
I could not believe the wonderful outfits people had on. There were cowgirls to schoolgirls, devils to doms. A great opportunity to flaunt your fetish.

Eat me:
Oh yeah, there were some great food ideas. I loved the chocolate covered penises which were made from half a banana and a strawberry on a stick. They looked and tasted delicious. The woman who runs Cake Star makes amazing delights. Look at the photos of the cock cake and the corset cake. She really is a culinary genius. I wish genius rhymed with penis. Penius Genius?Sex Aids:
Some very interesting ways to tone your body, boost your sex life or play by yourself.
Pole dancing classes? Yes ma’am. Good way to get some exercise and play with your partner at the same time. Check out Sammi’s Secret and The Love Machine for those times when nobody’s around but you. I love the Sexercise Ball-what a way to get fit!

Body Art:
There were some amazing artists at the show using the human body as their canvas. All the people below are wearing something painted on their body, either a corset, mask or dress. They are incredible.

Lady Viktoria:
Lady Victoria is a sex educator and sex toy confidante. Her burlesque show was wonderful. She showed the harried businessman how to relieve his stress at the end of a busy day. I have to admit that he didn’t seem to be relaxing-quite the opposite.
Whips, tattoos, sexy undies and the shaggin’ wagon:
Cassity used the whips as an extension of her body. The audience held its breath each time she flicked them. Love the garter tattoo. Check out the World’s Sexiest Underwear and the shaggin’ wagon.





















Wicked-Toronto’s First and Only Hedonistic Club:
Anything goes at Wicked. Whatever your fantasy, whatever your desire: make it happen at Wicked- Where it’s Good to be Naughty.

Kaenar’s day:
Well, Kaenar had a pretty busy day. In fact two busy days. I went to the show to try to do some research for writing and decided I should really immerse myself in the milieu and find out what I could while I was there. So I got flogged. Yes sir, you heard me correctly, I got flogged. Not something I would want to do on a daily basis, but I certainly have a better understanding of why people like BDSM so much. Luckily no photos were allowed in The Dungeon area so I don’t have any to show you of my flogging.


I do have a photo of me with the women from Fantasia who helped me spend the $100 I won in one of the goody tosses from the stage. I didn’t have any trouble spending the money in a sex store. It was way too much fun. I had my own personal assistants helping me disperse my new found wealth.

The Everything To Do With Sex Show is an amazing venue with something for everyone. It’s a feast for the senses and I can’t wait for next year. Thanks so much for letting me have this guest spot on your blog, Brynn.

Kaenar Langford is a writer of erotic romance with Ellora’s Cave and Total-e-Bound publishers. Look for her newest release, Absolute Trust, coming November 28. That’s the next book in her Prime Prey series. Follow the bounty hunters of the star cruiser The Renegade in this sexy ménage a trois.

Check out Indulge Me appearing January 5 in Naughty Nooners, an anthology of gay stories from Total-e-Bound.
www.kaenar.com

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Update on Goings On

I'm on the Oh Grip A Grip blog today. This week we're talking about writer's offices. If you want to see where I work, take a peek.

DO NOT miss tomorrow on my blog!! Kaenar Langford will be visiting for a fantastic Sextravaganza as she tells us about the Everything About Sex Show she visited recently. There will be pictures galore. This one just shouldn't be missed.

Have you noticed? I have a recommended read of the week now listed on the right hand side of the blog. This week is Kama Sutra for Lovers by Anny Cook (click on the book over there to link to the book's site). This one is a hot, hot treat. Check it out. I'll be listing my recommended reads there every week. In case you missed past reads, they were: Stone and Sea by Cindy Spencer Pape, Duet in Love by JP Bowie, and Overlord's Vessel by Bronwyn Green.

So what's up with me. Nothing much besides work work work. But you wanna know something cool. I will have three weeks next month that will be nothing but writing. I'm so excited. I just can't wait!

My son from the I'm Buying a Big Bat post IM'd me...yes IM'd, even though he was in the same room. He didn't want to say it out loud. Anyway, he IM'd to say "I got my first kiss yesterday. Not from you." I'm pleased to report I didn't flip out. We calmly discussed it and proper behavior at school. The ensuing conversation included a discussion/reprimand for illegally setting up an email account and the coerced disclosure of said account's password. Yes, I am the meanest mom ever.

Back at it now...Be sure to stop by tomorrow for the Sextravaganza!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Coming soon: In the Dark (Brits in Time Anthology)

Next month on the 17th the Brits in Time anthology will be released from Total-e-bound. It will include my story: In the Dark. Cool, huh. Even better, we are having a Brits in Time contest right now. The first prize is a £10 gift certificate for Total-e-bound books. For info on entering, go here.

BLURB:

Born with a red blemish streaking her cheek, Katherine has been hidden her entire life. Even after her family perished in the plague, she did not emerge from behind the walls that protect her. With the help of a faithful servant, she is content to live as she’s been taught. However, her contentment ends when a band of men arrive to the castle in a cloud of dust. She’s horrified. And worried. And more than a little fascinated by the man who leads them, Calen the Black. While she spies on Calen from afar, her need to draw closer rages out of control until she sneaks to his room to experience his touch…for as long as they remain in the dark.

EXCERPT:

Northern Britain 1351

Panic rushed through Katherine Wolf, the only remaining member of Bryant the Wolf’s family, as she stared with astonishment through her window, high in one of the castle’s six towers. Along the road leading to her home, dust billowed into the sky—dust that was obviously coming from a band of oncoming riders. Moments later, eight black steeds carrying eight men came into sight. Four wore mail. Knights and their squires…

Katherine’s knees went weak.

No. They could not be coming here.

But they were.

She watched in horror as the horsemen galloped towards the front gate. They stopped as if considering entrance, and Katherine willed them to depart with all her being. Of course, it would not work. She was not a witch as some would suppose.

The rider who had been in the lead held up his hand, signalling to the others to stop. Deftly, he leapt from his horse and pulled off his helm. He shook his head, loosening the damp hair which had been trapped under the metal. Katherine sucked in a breath as his midnight hair splayed in the wind then settled upon his wide shoulders. His black cloak swirled about him, displaying equally black garments below. His beautiful face lifted upward as he surveyed her home.

She quickly stepped backward for fear he would see her watching him, though she was quite sure he would not be able to spy her. She pressed a hand to her middle. Men. Here at her home, the one place she had always felt safe.

Lifting her fingers to her face, she covered her cheek and the rose-coloured streak she had had since birth. Marked by the devil they said. She had been cursed to never set foot from this place or else be burned as a witch.

But what was she to do now?

The men would never find this hidden chamber constructed by her grandfather to hide his treasures. It was likely they would never find the hidden passages which gave her the run of the castle. She was rarely seen, but how long would that last before she accidentally stumbled upon one of the new inhabitants?

* * * *

Calen the Black stared up at the fortress he had been given as payment for his valiant services to Edward while in France. Payment? This fief was to be a punishment for his popularity in court. The King knew Calen would never undermine him, but he had still banished him here to Warg, the castle of death. Some claimed it was haunted and as he saw movement in one of the towers, he wondered at that claim. No matter. No spirit would stop him from possessing his new home and urging the lands to once again flourish.

The degradation he had seen on the ride to the castle had horrified him, but as in the rest of the land, the people had fled—or died—leaving the fields unattended. How much more so here with no lord to oversee them. The entire family of Bryant the Wolf, including Bryant himself, had succumb to the Great Pestilence.

Calen set his jaw, surveying the grey stone structure set against the mountains. It was a modern sprawling construction with six towers reaching into the clouds. A jewel to possess and a nightmare to tame. The death of so many within its walls, victims to an untameable disease sent apprehension clawing across his back.

“She is a beauty,” Alaric, his highest ranking man and friend, commented as he moved to stand beside Calen. Calen realised belatedly that his companions had also dismounted as he had stood there.

“Aye. She is.”

“What do you think of the King’s decree now?” Alaric asked.

“Clement. But he is well known for such.” He swallowed, not believing his words. Edward expected him to fail and perish here.

He would not.

Friday, October 24, 2008

I'm Buying a Big Bat

I want to preface this by saying, I’ve always told my boys they cannot date until they’re sixteen. So yesterday, I’m in the car with my boys and my fourteen year old makes a phone call to his friend. He gets his friend’s sister. Here’s how it went down:

“Hey, who is this. Oh hi, A. Yeah he’s here.” Son 1 turns to son 2 and says “It’s your ex. She wants to talk to you.”

“Ex?” I choke. Apparently things go on at school that I have no clue about. Not only did son 2 have a girlfriend who is now in the past, but he has a new girlfriend. Son 2 who turned 12 today. So he has this relationship that takes place 100% at school. There aren’t phone calls. I’m home with them all of their before and after school hours. Yet he managed to sneak this by me at a school that doesn’t allow more public displays of affection than perhaps hand-holding or the really quick random hug.

My 12 year old…and this was the son I didn’t think I’d need to be concerned about when it comes to girls. Not for a while anyway.

All right, then.

Today, I get a call from him, he wants to go to the school dance. The student council (which he is a member of as his class rep) is decorating and then will get in for free. Okay. Hunky dory. I ask what he’s going to wear. “The shirt my girlfriend got me.”

Wait wait wait! What?

I let him go to the dance. The SUPERVISED dance. When I picked him up, a harem of girls meet him halfway across the parking lot and start hugging all over him. And he hugged them back. And I need a really big valium.

Winner!!!

Congrats to Cynthia Petzen winner of the Things that Go Bump in the Night contest!! Your eBooks should all be on their way.

Thanks to everyone who entered.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Did you know...

...There's a contest afoot? Click here for the ghoulish details.

You know what? I have a book coming out next Monday. Phantoms' Pleasure is the second "official" book in the Circle of Three series. It's also the longest book I've written in about a year. I've gotten awfully used to writing shorter books. The next five books I have planned are all longer, so I guess it's time to break that habit.

I have to I had the most difficult time writing this book. You have to plot in a different way, I guess a bigger way, to do a longer book. I've mentioned before that I use the hero's journey to plot, or maybe I should call it ' relaxed hero's journey. It's really valuable to my process. Most of the time, I use it to double check that my story arc is working. Other times, like with this book, I actually use my hero's journey stroy board and write out the main points of my plot. When I'm hitting walls, nothing works better than knowing the points of destination. It's like being a tourist and following a map. You know where you're going but you're not sure what you'll see once you get there.

With Phantoms' Pleasure, it was very much like that. I was following the map. I thought I knew my characters, I'd reached my second destination and BAM!!!! One of my heroes (this is a menage book) reaches over and grabs the other hero and kisses him. Turns out they were keeping a secret from me. I knew they lived together and had been friends since college. I knew about their families and backgrounds. I did NOT know they had a long-term sexual relationship. It made all the difference in this book. Here's an excerpt from the morning after their first night with the heroine:

EXCERPT (caution adult material):

“Okay, so we were spontaneous and went with the flow and it sucked,” Garrett complained as he stared at the coffeemaker and watched dark liquid drip into the pot.

“It didn’t suck,” Chay replied as he clicked away on his laptop, checking their investments as he did every morning. It had been his idea to be more spontaneous. As a banker, things were pretty much mapped out in his life. Some people in his field liked that. While Chay liked his job, when he thought about it, he found much of his existence boring. He’d fallen into habits that were so predictable people could tell time by his movements.

“No, being with Jahz didn’t suck at all, but this morning does.”

Chay frowned. Yeah, it did suck. Not only was Jahz gone when they’d woken but she’d left town. He hadn’t thought the sex was that bad. It had been spectacular. Then what…?

She was scared. That had to be it.

Getting up, he went to the fridge and grabbed a frozen breakfast from the wide selection in the freezer. After prepping it and shoving it into the microwave, he turned to Garrett. “I guess she wasn’t the girl for us.”

Damn, that hurt to admit. Neither he nor Garrett were much for random fuckings. Jahz had struck a chord with both of them.

“Man, you know that’s not true,” Garrett replied.

“Why, because your Byrnam gypsy blood says so?”

His friend stared at him, his lips turning white around the edges as he struggled to contain his anger. Without a word, he slammed down his cup on the counter and left the kitchen.

Well, shit. Way to rack up the points, Chay. He closed his eyes and pressed his hand over his face. Just what he needed. Pissing off his best friend. His day just couldn’t be much better.

* * * *

“Look man, I’m an asshole.”

Garrett looked up from his drafting board. “Yeah, you are.”

Chay sighed, but Garrett wasn’t feeling charitable. That little dig in the kitchen ticked him off. They both knew Garrett wasn’t particularly fond of his heritage and the way it sometimes poked its way into his life. They also both knew that he’d never been wrong. Ever. Waking up to find Jahz had hightailed it outta town had shocked the hell out of him.

“Could you throw me a bone here? I’m trying to say I’m sorry.”

He picked up the bottle of water he’d gotten from his mini-fridge and took a long drink while he glared at Chay, then deliberately turned back to his project.

“I thought you said nothing was pressing,” Chay growled.

“It’s not.”

“Then will you fucking talk to me?”

“Why?”

“You know what? Fine. I said I’m sorry, but you’re a jerk.” Chay spun and left the room.

“Hey!” Jumping off his stool he followed Chay. Grabbing him by the arm, he turned him back and yanked him against his chest. “Don’t call me a jerk and storm away.”

“Jerk,” Chay repeated, this time with a glint in his eyes.

“I’ll give you a jerk,” Garrett threatened. His hand thrust into Chay’s hair, and he dragged his mouth forward for a kiss. “Let’s skip coffee and go sit in the hot tub for a while.”

“Sit?”

“Well, I didn’t say where.” He pulled Chay’s hand over the thick bulge of his erection where it strained against his pants. “I’m sure you’ll find an acceptable seat.”

Chay dropped to his knees and pulled open Garrett’s pants. “I’m sure I will. Hmm…free-balling, I see,” he commented as Garrett’s erection popped out.

“All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” he quipped.

“I thought you were a phantom not a wolf.” Leaning forward, Chay pressed his tongue to the head of Garrett’s cock. Garrett groaned as fire leapt through him. His partner could always get him going with a few torrid licks.

“That was yesterday. Today, I might just start howling,” he managed, as Chay took him deep, looking up at him with soulful brown eyes as if worshiping him. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of Chay’s mouth nearly undid him as did the burning sensations shooting through him. “Oh God, Chay, that feels good.”


~~Brynn

Thursday, October 9, 2008

In Praise of Obama??

Oops! I meant to post this on my other blog. Well it's here now...

And then, I accidentally deleted the video. Sigh. Go here.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Who's Stolen the Fairy Dust


Trying to write today and feel like I've lost my marbles...ergh...fairy dust. Trying to finish the work in progress. God, I hate deadlines.

Don't forget the contest!!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

At the Grip

Today's my day at the Oh Get a Grip blog. Stop over and share your opinion. I'm afraid I won't be very popular, but I do have some definite opinions on this.

Well, I'm off to work on the WIP that will never end. Don't forget the Halloween contest and have a great day!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Brotherly Bonds - OUT TODAY!!!

Hey! Guess what! My print book is out today. All the Cress brothers together in one book! Click the pic for details.


Halloween Contest!!!!!



Prizes are eBooks from:

Brynn Paulin

Bronwyn Green

Carol Lynne

Cindy Spencer Pape

Dakota Rebel

Kaenar Langford


Rules:
Between October 6th and midnight October 20th, click on the following links and find the Jack O'Lantern each author has hidden. Send an email to dakota.rebel@hotmail.com with the name of the author anda description of what is depicted on their pumpkin, as well as your name and email address.On Wednesday October 22nd a winner will be selected at random from the correct entries. Winners will be notified by email, and announced on each of the sites listed. Good luck and Happy October!


Friday, October 3, 2008

Just a few things

I haven't posted here in the past week, but I've been a bit political. I've been posting on the Angry American Authors blog. If you're interested, pop over there. I've just given my take on last night's debate as a response to Dakota's post, too.

In addition to that, I am now one of the contributors on the Oh Get a Grip blog. This week we're talking about Critique Partners. Come check out what we've got to say.

A bunch of my favorite authors are up for Night Owl Romance awards. Please go check them out and vote.

Stay turned for a new contest coming your way!! Details on Monday.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Commitment


What is commitment? By definition, it’s the act of binding yourself, intellectually or emotionally to a course of action. We’re committed to a lot of things: marriage, family, jobs, churches, organizations, our words, making payments, hobbies, opinions, exercise programs or diets, political parties, anger, etc. I could go on forever. We have a million commitments.

Or do we?

The divorce rates are higher than ever. Marriage is treated like a disposible commodity. While many in the the gay community are fighting for the right to marry, so many in the hetero community are going to court to get out of their vows. Our families are falling apart. Jobs…well, in many cases jobs are either like throw-away conveniences that fund our existence or they own our lives. Is that commitment or forced necessity…

I woke up the other morning and this topic smacked me across the back of the head. If you read my blog it’s hard to miss that I’ve joined a water aerobics class. But Thursday morning, I woke up and I was exhausted. Don’t you hate that when you get up and you’re already tired? It was a rough morning. Thank goodness, I committed—there’s that word again—to a routine this year that makes the morning easier. This would have been a morning for tears and recriminations otherwise. I thought, maybe I’ll just come home and climb in bed after I take the kids to school.

I didn’t. I got there just in time after grumbling that I wished people were more committed to using their turn signals. Boy, and I’m glad I did go to class. I dashed in to the pool area, just as it was time to start. It’s not a good sign when you hear “Oh good there’s Brynn” as you walk in. There were two people there. Two! Thankfully two other people came in right after I did, but it was practically a private class. Usually we have at least ten to twenty people there.

Again the topic of commitment filter through my thoughts. I joined the class because of the commitment factor. Knowing I’m expected gets my hiney there.

I’m not setting out to preach on this subject. I’m hardly a paragon of commitment, so to speak. But I’d like to throw out the question: what are we committed to? How are we doing? Do we need to re-evaluate? I think it truly is the size of our will that determines success. What is important enough to us that we will be successful and use the effort of our will to fulfill our commitment?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Boot Camp: Day Five Thousand Ten

Can I just say…I love water aerobics. After surviving the water nazi on Monday and aching all day from it Tuesday, I feel great today. Let’s face it. I felt great those two days, too. I love going. It’s fun and I just feel good when I’m done. OMG…are these the endorphins I’ve heard tell of? Anyway, it’s doing great things for the body too. I lost six lovely pounds in the last week. Six!!! Whoo hoo! Unofficially it’s more than that, but that would be because of a gain I didn’t count last week…so it’s actually more like ten. I really have been working my rear off (snort). Wouldn’t it be nice if every week was like this?

Well, I guess it’s good that they’re not otherwise there’d be nothing of me left. I’d just fade away… And while some people might not mind, most of the time my family likes to have me around. Anyway, I love the workout. I like the people I’m slashing about with, too. It’s just fun.

Totally changing gears…I entered Tribute for the Goddess in the EPPIES this morning. I also asked my publisher to enter the Legend anthology – which they did. Brit Party was also entered so technically I have four books entered (since two are in Legend). Now I get to be all uber-nervous. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve sent a book for a contest? Probably too long. Years.

Back when I started writing I entered contests all the time. With some of the very snarky comments I got back, it’s a wonder I kept writing. I was just a novice. I was just learning. That’s part of what unpublished contests are for. I didn’t need mean comments. To be fair, I got my fair share of good comments (from other judges) too. It’s a rough gig, the contest circuit. I got better and better. I was a finalist. I became a sought-after judge too. That’s when I made the transition. Entrant to judge. I stopped entering contests. Today I was reminded that I kinda miss it. And at least with a contest like this, no one can say: your hero’s a jerk.

Oh the fun.
Brynn

Friday, September 19, 2008

Boot Camp

Day One Brynn’s Bootcamp

I started my water aerobics class yesterday morning. Man it’s full speed all the time. I was worried when we started because we were really going at it and I thought, wow can I do this for an hour. I guess I could ‘cause I did. At the end I was surprised we were already done. I was not surprised however to discover I have zero coordination. It’s a good thing the water somewhat disguises that. Of course everyone could tell when I turned the wrong way ‘cause I don't know right from left. It wasn’t bad. I decided to do it five days a week.

The bonus was…about five minutes in, I looked over and who should be swimming in the first lap lane? Could it be? Yes, it was the man Dakota has dubbed Ethan. I wonder if he swims five days a week…hmmm…

Day Two Brynn’s Bootcamp

Why yes indeed he does swim everyday. Unfortunately, there was no ogling today, ‘cause he was leaving as I was crossing the parking lot. (Mr. Brynn, just looking really)

So the instructor today might possibly have been a former drill instructor. I think I might die later…but I’ll be back on Monday. I still have absolutely no coordination and apparently no balance either. I swear I must look like a drunk platypus. Anyhow, I worked far harder today than yesterday and this workout was very focused on arms. (Ow…)

I have lots of day job work today, but I’m hoping to do some work on my book tonight. Eleven days to get the puppy finished and wrapped up in a shiny perfect bow. Here’s hoping. I’ve got it all figured out. It’s just a matter of doing the work.

Speaking of work…after four months of being laid off, my husband got the ‘big call’ back yesterday. He starts back to work on Monday. That will be quite the change – he’ll be doing third shift. Blech. Well, at least it’s a job. And he’ll be sleeping during the day while I’m working.

In theory…

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

My Love of Military Men

I’m such a dork. The littlest things make me happy. I got a DVD set on covert Navy SEAL operations today. It’s almost four hours worth of SEALS and I’m in seventh heaven. Yeah, like I said. A dork. I'm a little bit of a SEAL groupie. I think special ops men are the hottest men around. I've written them several times -- only one pair in a published book, though. Kai and Brian in Tempting Tamera were former SEALS. I love those two.

So in order to get in shape for my own special SEAL op, I joined a water class at the Y starting tomorrow. LOL. I’ll never be that fit. However, I’m looking forward to the class. I hope I don’t regret it. It will be on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I decided to join a yoga class too, but not until January. The current one started in May and I don’t want to start in the middle.

So back to the SEALS. I’m starting a revamp on one of my early books which dealt with covert ops. I’m looking forward to diving back into that. Of course I have to finish a few other things first…like this Caveman book. I had to do some ripping apart to correct the plot. Don’t you just hate that? I would have prefered watching about ten movies.

Of course I tried to watch a movie the other day… It was new and I had to get off all the security tape. By the time I got all of the tape off (which must have been adhered with super glue) I didn’t want to watch the movie anymore. See I could never be a SEAL. They would never have such a hard time getting open a DVD -- at least not in my world. Maybe I'll watch a movie on Friday night. I think that’s the next free time I have. My husband’s gone all weekend at a gaming conference so I’m planning to work like a fiend. I plan to do a book marathon. I’d like to get 20,000 words done by next Thursday. It’s a covert operation. My real book marathon will happen with Kelly in a few weeks.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Decisions Decisions

Best. Weekend. Ever. I can’t wait for a repeat.

Then I fell into a bit of a depression. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine actually. I made a huge decision this weekend and once the dust settled, I was faced with what is before me over the next few months. It’s scary but it’s also something I need to do. I think my writing career is dependent on it. I’ve had all kinds of signs—some like avalanches, some small—over the last weeks and I think the final landslide of a revelation finally hit with clarity I could no longer avoid.

I know I’m being all cryptic but I really can’t say what it is. Not yet. But have you ever had those moments when you see exactly the wrong turns you’ve made and exactly what you need to do to fix things and been scared to death?

I’ve been walking around going stupid stupid stupid. I feel like I’ve taken a huge detour to where I’m going only to find out if I’d taken a short dirt path I’d have been where I wanted a long time ago.

Just for this much clarity: I’m not going to stop writing. I’m not going to stop doing erotic romance either. These are two of my passions. I don’t regret them. I don’t intend to change them. To cement that part of my decision, I receive another landslide. I always appreciate those fortuitous events.

It doesn’t stop the fear.

It helps that I have people—trusted people near me—who whole-heartedly support my decision. I always appreciate that too. It makes a very good barometer.

I bit the bullet and bought some print books this weekend. One was Jennifer Armintrout’s final Blood Ties book. Congrats Jen on a triumphant finish. I can’t wait for your next book. I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting FOREVER.

One of the other books Sexiest Man Alive by Diana Holquist is exactly the kind of book I was on about last week. It’s not an erotic romance but it has the rest as far as I can tell. More on that later. I also picked up Teresa Medeiros Fairest of Them All. I love Teresa Medeiros. She has several books that I’ve read then called people and said “Drop everything. Read this book.” I mean it. She has fantastic books. Breath of Magic made me cry like a baby. So did Charming the Prince and The Bride and the Beast. Those three books will never ever leave my keeper shelf. Heck, Breath of Magic is falling apart I’ve read it THAT many times. I think it might be time to pick it up again…

See you 400 pages later.

ADDENDUM: I ditched sitemeter today. Their upgrade just isn't working out for me and we had to make a split. I'm now using blog patrol. I like it so far even though it seems to think I've had zero visitors, lol.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Wait! This Isn't Football!

"That was one helluva a jam!"

Okay so I went to the Roller Derby yesterday with Dakota and Bronwyn. What an experience that was. When one of the players rounds the track for an introduction and carries a blow-up doll dressed in the other team's uniform, you know for sure you're not at your run of the mill sporting event. Of course the ref dressed in gold lame hot pants might give it away (check him out on Dakota's blog). He later changed the gold for pink ruffle panties. Gotta love a guy with that much confidence.

I loved the outfits the girls wore and their nicknames...Jackie Daniels, Dot Matrix, Lindsay Blowhan to name a few. Of course there was the other team: Psycho Babble, DeRanged, and Count Smacula. And the name that could not be ignored...nor the outfit and accessories...Fanny Fister. One announcer said this was his favourite dirty name ever. He also hoped that Fanny took her blow-up doll to the penalty box with her so the girls had something to do. At this point I realized the announcers at Roller Derby bouts have a slightly different code than at say...a tennis match. Sexual innuendo, off-colour talk and political comments were common fare. And nobody seemed to mind. Seriously the crowd there enjoyed it. There was such a mix of people from goth to grandmothers. Going into this, I was afraid there would be five people there and we'd be three of them. Heck no. I might not have known about our town's roller derby team but lots of other people did and it's quite popular.

I have to say in all truth -- roller derby, there's NOTHING like it. And OMG it's fun. It was a great time and I'm glad I got to share it with Bron and Dakota. It's been an awesome weekend and I hope we have a repeat soon.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

May Contain Nuts

Today is national peanut day. It’s also positive thinking day. I think I tend to be a positive thinker. I know there’s nothing I can’t do if I set my mind to it. Why not think that way? It’s true.

That’s not to say I don’t occasionally have doubts. Who doesn’t? But I try very hard to be upbeat and optimistic as much as I can. Positive so to speak. If you’re always expecting the worst isn’t that what’s going to happen. Some people call that the law of attraction. Some people say I’m setting myself up for a lot of disappointment. So far that hasn’t been true. I expect success—and I do the work to get there—and generally, by some measure, I get there. I think we only undermine ourselves when we expect the worst to happen. I mean, have you ever had the ‘worst day ever?’ It starts bad and just gets worse and worse. I think we get in the frame of mind that we make it worse and worse. It’s little things we do that make the day continue its downward slide.

Have you ever determinedly vowed to make your day better? It’s amazing what happens when you do. I’ve been on both sides. There’s something to be said about the power of positive thinking—even if you fall short of your goal, you often land close enough that you’ll get there with a few short steps. Or you’re happy with where you landed.

Speaking of falling short…I’m not quite there with my caveman book yet. I have about 3000 words to go. I’ll finish it this weekend. I had a plot snafu but I think the end result will be all the better for it. I do have a title now. It’s Tuesday Afternoons.Off to a meeting and spending more time with the fabulous Dakota.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Black Box

How many hours did I spend playing with the black box yesterday?? Way too many. Thank you very much Ashley Ladd.

I bet you might have too. If you landed here via the box, leave a message. Tell me where you're from in blogland.

ADDENDUM: Today is national Chocolate Milkshake day. Have one on me.

~~Brynn