Thursday, January 31, 2008

An Economy Booster

Anyone who lives in the US knows we’re having major economical issues right now. It’s a pain in the rear, but I’ve recently learned that there is one event which counteracts the economic slowdown…Britney Meltdown! I wish I was kidding. The recent article I read stated that whenever Britney Spears has one of her outbursts (violent episodes, public crying jags, disputes with authority, drinking binges, out of control partying, etc.) there is a surge in sales for disposable commodities and impulse items. Magazine sales sky-rocket! If she buys Starbucks, their sales go up too. Personally, the continual coverage of her antics is enough to make me want a stiff Jack…

Hmm…enough of that. It’s too early in the day for stiff Jack or Johnny or George or Alan… Sorry guys, I have a headache. But that doesn’t mean there can’t be The Seat Dancin’ Mix. What you’ve never heard of my special music mix? I’m surprised. It has a rather wide circulation around here as I blast it from my car…

I usually call it Seat Dancin’ Eighties but part of the songs are from earlier decades. The first song on the CD is RESPECT heralding from the 1960’s. I still listened to the song heavily in the eighties…and nineties…and the new millennium…Following that is music mostly recorded and released in the eighties.

Axel F…The Theme Songs for Miami Vice and Beverly Hills Cop…Push It (the ultimate attitude song)…Play That Funky Music (1976)…Funkytown (despite the title that would lead you to believe this is from the seventies, it was released in 1980)…Keep Me Hanging On (the ultimate I’m-ready-to-be-over-you-so-go-away song)…People Are People…Blasphemous Rumors…Personal Jesus…Don’t Stop [Thinking About Tomorrow] (1977-technically the version I have is a live eighties re-release)…Let’s Go All the Way…I Touch Myself (Hey! It destroyed the Fembots. It can destroy my inner critic)…Walk Like A Man (The Divine version of course)…It’s Raining Men (1979)…Parents Just Don’t Understand.

Eclectic? Yeah, I know. But if you weren’t running for the hills, you’d find that this really is a seat-dancing mix. You can’t help it. Having a bad day? This mix will make you smile. Having a great day? Same thing. Except for a tiny downer in the middle which I’m going to remix and remove, it’s just a feel good CD. I’m going to replace that song with REM Losing My Religion.

I need some seat dancin’ power writing. In addition to the book I’m writing to send to Ellora’s Cave, I discovered that I must have forgotten a book I’m writing for Total-e-bound. Oops. I’m writing a ménage book for the Brit Party Anthology. It’s yummy. It’s hot. It’s a triad of fun. Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…Good.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Wednesday Wonder Writer - Ashley Ladd

Greetings to you from a snowy, icy (another snow day) West Michigan. Despite the weather, I'm very excited to have Ashley Ladd with me today. Sit back, have some coffee and enjoy a few minute with her as she tells us her Wonder Writer story and shares and excerpt.

I liked the question you gave me about my schedule. Back at you. Tell me about your typical daily schedule.

What schedule?
I work a full-time 9-5 job for a charity that helps the destitute poor in the Caribbean and Latin America. Sometimes, especially during the Christmas holidays, I work overtime. Before I go to the job, I wake up two children, get them ready for school and drop one off at her high school. Some days, I have to rush to the ball field when I get off at 5 pm to pick up the high schooler from her softball practice or to go to a softball game. This season, she’s on two softball teams – her high school team and city rec. I don’t know the high school’s schedule yet, but the city rec team plays two nights a week plus practices. She has pitching lesson on Thursday nights right after work and right before her rec game. I have to fit my writing around all that. I like to walk to try and stay fit during her practices and before her games but I watch the games. After the games, I either go to the gym or write at home or at Borders or Barnes & Nobles. Lots of times we hang out at the bookstore after the games or on nights and weekends when there are no games while I write and my kids read. Sometimes I write at the ball field instead of walking or while the game is going on, but I do look up when my daughter’s at bat, catching, or pitching – some games that’s a lot, and others, not. I also have online critique partners and groups that I meet with in either email or late at night. I try to watch American Idol (my guilty pleasure) when it’s on but lots of times I have to record it to watch later.

Wow! That’s a busy schedule! Do you have a pre-writing routine to prepare yourself to get down to business?

For the past couple years, I do most of my writing at the bookstore. So I gather the kids together, whichever ones want to accompany me (almost always the 17 year old – the softball player, and only sometimes the others). Then we stop and get a soda if going to Borders as they no longer sell sodas. L Then I find a table, set up my laptop or alphasmart, put on my MP3 player or stick Chris Daughtry into my laptop and turn him on, and write. Usually an hour or two into the writing, I take a break and get a toasted bagel with cream cheese and wander around the bookstore for a bit to stretch my muscles. Then, I write some more. On weekends, sometimes I stay all day and or all evening and do a marathon. The hubby is usually umpiring all weekend and most nights so he’s not around anyway and my other kids are all young adults and actually prefer it when mom’s away and not bothering them so they can have their choice of TV shows or my main computer.

The people at the bookstore must know you by name. Do they know what you’re doing while you’re there? Do they ask you about your books?

Probably only the people at the cafe (from my credit card). The employees have never asked me what I'm doing although a couple of the other patrons have asked me. The most darling little girl asked me what I was doing Saturday afternoon. I didn't tell her WHAT I was writing beyond a story. A few nights before that, a gentleman came up to us in Barnes & Nobles and scolded me from defecting from Borders and asked what I was doing and I told him. So I think we know faces more than names. I did meet with our local NaNoWriMo writers group at Borders this past November and we had signs all over the desk plus we got rather rowdy in between word wars, so I imagine some of them noted I was with the crazy, noisy writers. Of course the NaNoWriMo'ers know. I'm sort of shy so I haven't gone up to people and announced I'm a writer. I do haunt the romance aisles to see which, if any of my books are on the shelves there. Lately, I've only seen "Price of Fame" published by Ellora's Cave at my Borders. Sometimes I see "American Beauty", "Tripping Through The Universe", "Sky Pirates", and "Sex Kittens" there and at Waldens across the street at the mall. A couple years ago, I asked to sign my print books there and although they said "yes" and I did so. They acted as if they could care less. I live in a big metropolis where there are several big named authors, so I guess they're rather blase about authors.

Do you have a favourite author or someone you look up to in the industry?

I love Stephen King's books, especially The Stand. I also love to read Sherryl Woods romances.

What’s your writing style? Slow and steady? Quick and prolific? All over the place?

I guess I’m all over the place but more on the quick and prolific side. Despite my busy life, I write a lot and I write fast. When I took an online typing test about a month ago, my typing speed was 95 wpm. I type faster than I take shorthand although my shorthand’s pretty good, too. Some books I make myself go slow and steady but my critique partners, Sher in particular, will tell you I’m always chomping on the bit to go faster. She’s always trying to slow me down. Last weekend, I wrote a 35,000 word novelette in 3 partial days. I amazed myself. That’s fast, even for me.

35,000 words in three days is amazing! You must have been on fire for your topic. Want to share?
It was a BDSM M/M/F. LOL. Very very sexy and very explicit.

You love romantic swashbucklers. Tell me your favourites and why.

You bet. I’m absolutely in love with Indiana Jones and also Rick O’Connell (Brendan Fraser in The Mummy). My knees go all weak for a man like that. I can't wait for the Indiana Jones movie to come out in May this year. I'm dancing in my seat.

Are you writing one?

Of course! Would you think otherwise? J I’m working on the sequel of Make-Believe Lover for Ellora’s Cave. The working title is very scintillating, “MB2”. LOL. I think Lobo in MB1 qualifies as a swashbuckling hero and the hero of MB2 will also be a sexy swashbuckler.

How many books have you had published and for whom?

At last count, 38 books published but only 28 still in print. I write for Total-e-Bound, Ellora’s Cave, and New Concepts Publishing. See the full list at my website at:

Wow! 38 books—that’s amazing! What’s your favourite genre to write?

That’s a hard one. It’s a mixture of romantic comedy, time-travel, and adventure. I think the time-travel with a lot of comedy and adventure added in, would have to be my first choice.

The Perfect Gift just came out with Total-e-bound. Can you tell us about the book and how you got the idea?

Honestly? Okay, take a seat as I tell you how I got the idea. This one's been percolating for YEARS. Way back in high school I had a boyfriend I was crazy about. In fact, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. I was 17, what did I know? Anyway, he took me to a party which turned out to be all men except for me. Not long into the party, my fiancé began kissing another man. I was in shock! I'm not making this up. Then he introduced me to "the other man", his “boyfriend E..." I was reeling. I didn't know what to do. I really never thought I'd get over that. I was paranoid for many many years after that all men were gay, that none truly liked women. I also never imagined I'd tell that story even like this and especially not in an actual book. Never say never.

Anyway, the book was born out of my personal experience, although, since I never married this person, my real story ended. It was just the jumping off place for the book "The Perfect Gift" however. In "The Perfect Gift", Bianca finds a stash of male porn under her fiancé Ty's side of the bed. She's reeling, as I was, wondering what in the world was going on? She has a lot of self doubts and wonders if he really loves her and why this stuff is there. In her case, it's only a few days before Christmas and she still hasn't found a good gift for Ty. She's determined not to give him another tie or another power tool. Meanwhile, she also wants answers. When she has to work Christmas Eve morning with her gay co-worker Brendan, she gets the brilliant idea to give Brendan as her gift to Ty (if Brendan will cooperate, of course). Brendan goes along with the idea and they surprise Ty on Christmas Eve with a naked Brendan with a big red tie around his cock. At first, Ty doesn't know what to think, although he's very turned on. When it's explained, he has fun with his gift. And then, the men bring Bianca into their fold and they have a threesome. It turns out to be the perfect gift for her as well.

Sounds great! I'll post an excerpt at the end of our interview. Tell me your writing story…when did you decide this was what you want to do? How long did it take you to get “the call”? Etc.
Age 6. I knew very early.
However, I got sidetracked and went into the military and then got talked into going into accounting in college instead of journalism as was always my plan. I got married early (20) and had three children quickly which kept me very busy. Finally, I got the call in 1999. My goal was to be published before the turn of the century and before my 40th birthday (which was right at the turn of the century), and I made it! I was so excited. New Concepts Publishing was my first publisher and my first published book was “Tigers Play” originally entitled “Tigers Play Too Rough”. It’s still for sale through New Concepts at

Is there anything else you’d like to share with readers?

I have to add that I also love swashbucklers Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner. How could I ever have forgotten them? Naughty me. I honestly don't know which one I love more, they're both so great.

I doubt that's what you meant by your question, however.

I love to hear from my readers at and if you see me at Borders or Barnes & Nobles, please come up and say "hi". If you're also a writer, keep writing, and keep submitting

Thanks for visiting with me today Ashley!

It was great chatting with you, Brynn. Thanks for having me.

Excerpt From: The Perfect Gift (Available at Total-e-bound)

Whistling, a merry bounce to his step, Ty ducked snowflakes and the neighbour kids’ snowballs as he made a dash to the house after some last minute Christmas shopping. He loved Christmas and this year was the most special yet for it was his first living with Bianca. She’d made their apartment into a cosy home, brimming with Christmas magic, overflowing with love. He didn’t know what he’d ever done to deserve her, but he sure was grateful. He counted his blessings daily.

He was excited about his special gift for her—a diamond ring and first class tickets for Bianca’s dream trip—their honeymoon trip to Hawaii. Now she’d not only go to paradise, but honeymoon there—with him.

Shaking with the excitement, he couldn’t wait to see her expression. The scent of candy canes blended with a trace of wax told him she was burning more Christmas candles. Blinking lights glistened off every reflective surface.

Juggling packages that towered over his head, Ty managed to navigate to the twinkling tree in the corner of the living room and set down his presents without breaking anything. Picking out the ring, he put it in his pocket. He wanted to keep it close.

The scent of roasted turkey filled the small apartment with homey, delicious smells. Looking first right and then left to make sure Bianca wouldn’t catch him in the act, he peeked under the foil covering as the turkey sat on top of the stove, done and ready to be enjoyed. His mouth watering, he stole a bite.

Everything seemed to be in place, except his lady. She wouldn’t leave with supper ready on the stove, would she? “Bianca? Are you home? Where are you, sweetheart?”

Only the whir of the heater broke the silence.Worried she’d fallen asleep in the tub again, he checked the bathroom. Luckily, he found it empty, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“Okay, are you waiting for me in the bedroom?” With a very special Christmas gift? Maybe she awaited him naked, wearing only a large bow around her waist like last year. His cock flexed and his blood surged.Excited as a little boy getting a shiny new bike, he rubbed his hands together and opened the door wide.

There was a naked body curled sexily on a brand new red and green satin bedspread, wrapped in a big red velvet bow only it wasn’t Bianca. It wasn’t even female!


“Merry Christmas,” Brendan, the hottie from Bianca’s office, drawled huskily.Brendan laughed throatily and rolled his eyes. “No silly. I’m her Christmas gift to you.” He pointed at the bow, just above his huge cock that was swiftly showing signs of life. “Don’t you see the bow?”

Dumbfounded, Ty’s gaze glued to the man’s beautiful cock, and his mouth went dry.
“You’re my Christmas gift from Bianca?” he echoed. A million thoughts crashed into one another. Had he said or done something to make her suspect his sexuality, his feelings? Had she found his stash of male porn? Was this her way of saying goodbye? Was she going out of his life in style? Just what in the hell was going on?

He felt so guilty he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t bear to lose her. Barely able to breathe, he whispered, “Why?” in a ragged voice.

Brendan rose and sashayed over to him. “She loves you, man, so much she’s giving you this incredible choice. She wants you to be happy. She’s quite a woman. If I ever decide to get married, I want one just like her.”

Ty didn’t like the sound of that, as if Brendan had designs on his woman. And yet, he understood where the guy was coming from. Shoving his hair behind his ears, he squinted at his so-called present. Feeling like two souls warring in one body, he wanted to deck the guy for getting near his woman, while he also wanted to throw out his inhibitions and ravish and be ravished by him.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Hey! Ya wanna?

As of tomorrow, I'm starting Wednesday Wonder Writer interviews. If you'd like to be one of the wonder writers, leave me a note letting me know ya wanna. I promise to make it pretty painless.
My first wonder writers are:

Jan. 30 - Ashley Ladd

Feb. 6 - Bronwyn Green

Feb. 13 - Jennifer Armintrout

Feb. 20 - Dakota Rebel

So if you want some exposure, indecent or otherwise, or you have a book to promo, let me know!

Moving on... It's time for anothor excerpt from Tribute for the Goddess (available at Total-e-bound).


Jett extricated herself from his arms.

“This is nice,” she said, looking around the spacious room that cost him a fortune in this city. She skirted the sunken living room and headed toward the wall of windows. He knew the view was breathtaking, but tension rolled off her as she stared down at Central Park. He admitted to himself that, in her lifetime, she’d probably seen beauty that surpassed his imagination, so the view might be run-of-the-mill to her.

She gave a subtle roll of her shoulders before wrapping her arms over her middle. It tempted him to ask again what bothered her. She probably wouldn’t explain. Far be it for a goddess to answer to a mortal. Hey, if she didn’t want to admit she was stressed, fine, but he wanted to know what had just happened. The three mountains of doom who’d menaced them in the throne room gave him a pretty good clue.

“Where have you taken me?” she asked before he could question her.

“New York City.”

Her shoulder pressed to the window as she watched the constant motion below them. “It is so…busy.”

He glanced at Fifth Avenue with its endless flow of traffic, littered with taxicabs. Even at this height, he knew if they went out on the balcony, they’d hear the continuous bleat of
horns. People, like streams of ants, hurried to home for the evening.

He loved Manhattan.

“They’ll have a hell of a time finding you here. Of all my territories, this is the place most rife with magic.”

She nodded sagely, as if she’d known it all along. “This will be good.”

Her never-show-weakness attitude warred with the new vulnerability he saw. She didn’t seem to be trying to hide it from him, either. He didn’t want her to hide anything from him. Ever. That surprised him as did the sudden proprietary and protective feelings coursing through him. He needed answers, because no one was going to hurt her. He wouldn’t allow it.

“What was that about back there?” he demanded. “Who’s after you?”

She arched a delicate eyebrow but didn’t call him on his tone. In the past, she might have given him a mild smiting, after all she was his goddess and dictated respect. Now she shrugged and turned back to the view. “That was Airyon and his brothers. He thinks to make me join with him.”

Hell no, she won’t join with him! Everything inside Thad protested. He might despise her with every fibre of his being, but she was his goddess. He wasn’t sharing her with anyone. Or letting anyone take her.

The lights in the room dimmed as if hit by a brown-out then flicked back to normal. Jett’s spine went stiff, and she wheeled from the window. “Where is the bedroom?”

“You want to sleep?”
She nodded gravely. “With you…

Monday, January 28, 2008

My House Fairy...

Please visit Anny Cook’s blog today. She has an extraordinary blog on e-books—er…green books. I don't think you'll be disappointed. She makes some great points and excellent arguments for electronic (or green) books.

Okay, now on to my house fairy…

A few weeks ago, I did an article for Total-e-bound about my muses/fairies. They are completely different from the fairy I am talking about today. Okay, so people who know me, know I have an odd sense of humour. Who else do you know who has a skeleton decked out for Christmas on their wall for the holidays? Anyway, I have a house fairy. The fabled entity supposedly cleans my house. Not well. I end up doing most of the cleaning around here myself. But take a look at him…doesn’t he look disgruntled? I’m guessing it’s because my bomb squad Barbie stole his clothes while I was writing my bomb squad book—it’s not finished yet so don’t ask, lol. He’s been ticked ever since.

Okay, seriously, my house is spotless right now…well except for the bedrooms, but that’s another matter. Doors close for a reason. But everything else. Very clean. This is in direct relation to my well-being. I noticed last night that for the last week, I’ve been completely back in balance. The cleanliness of my house is in direct relationship to this. I’m not in balance because I’m all neat and organized…the organization and dust-free fixtures are only a sign. I’m eating well, drinking water instead of just coffee, finding time to exercise, and getting things done—not just for work, but personally as well. I like it. It’s part of the pact I made with myself earlier this month—not a New Year’s resolution, just a determination to stop overloading in one area of my life while ignoring everything else. Other than about a half hour yesterday, I actually took the day off. I did no work. I played. I cooked (I like to cook). I relaxed and (OMG) read a book. For pleasure. Not to sound all new age-y, but it feels good.

Speaking of pleasure…I started a new book for Ellora’s Cave, which I mentioned a few days ago. I’m so excited to be working on it and it’s going great. It will be either a quickie or a novella, but I won’t know until I’m done with it. It might even be a short novel. I try not to limit myself like that unless I’m writing for a specific line. I’ll update as I go along.

Don’t forget to check out Anny’s blog! Have a great day! ~~Brynn

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Guest Blogging!!

Hey! Join me over at Ashley Ladd's blog today where she has me as a guest. And I'd recommend checking out her spot often as she has lots of good stuff going on!

As February approaches, I'm participating in two different contests, one through Total-e-bound (stay tuned for details) and another with a group of my favourite authors. Here are the details on that one:

Eternally Yours Contest

What could you spend an eternity doing? What is your passion? Your hunger? Your deepest desire? Each day beginning February 5 and running through February 14 one of the ten authors will complete the line, "My darling I could spend eternity…" on either their blog or website. Collect all ten answers and e-mail them to with Eternally Yours in the subject line to win some hot, romantic books. There will be three lucky Valentine winners.

The prizes –1st prize--5 books

2nd prize--3 books

3rd prize--2 books

Entries must be in by February 16 at midnight EST. All books and prize winners will be drawn randomly.

Elyssa Edwards - Mating Stone
Mona Risk - To Love a Hero
Brynn Paulin - Tribute for the Goddess
N.J. Walters - Seduction of Shamus O'Rourke
Amarinda Jones - Shades of Gray
Sandra Cox - Silverhills
Bronwyn Green - Mystic Circle
Cindy Spencer Pape - Stone and Earth
Anny Cook - Honeysuckle
Kelly Kirch - Time for Love

Other notes: On February 4th, the authors in this contest are chatting at Love Romances Cafe from 1 PM -8 PM. Stop by and say Hello!

Saturday-the numbers:

Books finished: 1 (Yay!!!!!!)
Overall words written: 7310
Cups of coffee: 12

A very good day.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

My day - the numbers

Books edited: 2
Books completed: 0
Written (book 1): 4,582
Written (book 2): 8 handwritten pages
Episodes of Charmed: 6
Homework papers proofed: 6
Teachers Met with: 4
Minutes of DDR: 40
Laundry: 1
Emails: A record breaking 7. I think that's an all-time low.

I don't was a slow day. Nothing much to say.

Interestingly, today was the first day I finally began to feel better. I had a sense of focus and clarity I've been missing since November. My muse returned-finally-and along with him came amazing peace. It was surreal. And absolutely perfect. Yeah, it was the perfect day.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

DDR AKA Dance Dance Revolution

Ever heard of it? It's all the rage at my house. Great exercise. My youngest son has been playing it for hours at a time. The child with little grace has mastered several of the songs...hmmmm...grace it seems can be developed. Me? Not so much. The dang game grades you and I'm not doing very well, but I do end up kinda sweaty by the time I'm done and yeah, I can feel the burn.

Anyhoo, for anyone who doesn't know, DDR is a video game available for several different game systems. Unlike most games, it doesn't use a hand-held controller. It uses a 3' by 3' pad on the floor that you 'dance' on. I never thought I'd be able to do that with anyone in the room, but now I tell the kids to pick whatever song they want and I'll try. My son said "mom, you're the coolest. I don't know any other moms who do video games with their kids." Obviously, they haven't met Dakota.

Yesterday, in a moment when I wasn't working, or desperately trying to finish my book, or playing ddr, or refereeing the kids, I started a new book. WHAT? Why did I do that? I have to finish the other one, right? I had a great idea for a Christmas book I want to send to Ellora's Cave. I don't want to neglect them so I'm trying to give them equal time. My next two books are theirs if they want them. And I had this idea I had to get down. When the opening line smacks you on the side of the head, you've gotta go with it.

In the midst of the whirlwind of my life and snowdays for the kids (btw, we may get up to a foot more snow today) I totally missed blogging about my new book!!! OMG! I'm so excited. Tribute for the Goddess came out on Monday. Of all the books I've done, this one is my absolute favourite. Here's a blurb and excerpt:


When Jett, Goddess of the Zodiac Quadrant, flees her home and the rogue god hunting her, she knows she has one place to hide—Earth. She calls on her pledged servant, Thad, for protection. Thad, however, isn’t willing to jump to her aid. He’s served Jett for two hundred years in a position he feels she tricked him into accepting. Now, he has conditions…

"Accept me as your god. You’re mine and you will obey me."

It’s everything Jett’s wanted and completely forbidden. No mortal may touch a goddess without consequences. No goddess may indulge in her lust for her pledged servant without divine punishment. As her flight forces her into his arms, they break these laws of god and mortal to find a love that will never be allowed. Together, they fight her enemy, but in the end, their greatest enemy might be themselves.


A thunderous crack echoed through the room. Jett twisted on the throne and peered toward the passage that led from the chamber. Thad had no idea where it went. He’d never seen the outside of this portion of Jett’s holdings. He merely visualised himself here when his goddess summoned and was immediately transported to her presence.

Her lip caught between her teeth as her hands clenched around the chair arms. The clasp she’d taken from his hair caught under one of them. It gouged into her flesh, a trickle of blood appearing on her fingers, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Another boom drove her to her feet.

“We must leave,” she whispered, urgency making her voice harsh.

“What’s happening?”

“They are coming for me. They plan to seize me during the regeneration. I did not think it would be so soon.”

A third, even louder, explosion of sound rocked the chamber and tumbled her chair to the side. Jett jumped from the dais and into his arms, wrapping herself around him. His hands caught in the voluminous, pale peach cloth that wrapped her divine waist. He was actually touching her!

Spirals of heaven, energy Thad hadn’t experienced even with his great power, flowed through him. His head grew light, and his breathing stalled.

“Breathe!” she demanded. “Get me out of here!”

“What?” He’d never been dazed by a woman’s touch. The goddess’s contact sucker-punched him, before raking along his cock. No wonder a mere human wasn’t allowed to touch her. He could die from the pleasure. Oh yeah.

“Mortals,” she groaned in disgust. “I forgot they cannot handle my energy waves.”
Her eyes closed for a moment, and he felt his mental abilities returning. My goddess, she’s like a drug.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Now, quick before they get here. We have wasted too much time already.”
“Here? Who?” He winced though a fog filled his thoughts. Enter the human moron.

Jett apparently felt the same about his questioning. “Do you want to die? Get us out of here. I cannot or they will track me.”

“They’ll track my energy trail.”

“I will mask it. Divert it. I can do that without them finding us.” She jumped as a bellow echoed across the chamber.

Three hulking men filled the doorway of the passage she’d watched earlier. Thad quickly assessed them. They were equal to his size, and if they weren’t gods, he might be able to take them in a fight. But they were divine in nature. He could sense that.

A lesser man would have cringed at their glares. A smarter man would have shoved Jett away from him and claimed he’d had nothing to do with her jumping into his arms.

Thad clasped her tighter to him. They wouldn’t hurt her. And they wouldn’t take her from him.

“Go!” she urged.

Closing his eyes, Thad visualised them to the safest place he could think of. His favourite hide-out. A place teaming with magical energy. Somewhere a person could get lost for days.

The cool tingle of magic swirled around him, contrasting her heat burning his front. A rush of air drowned the sound of furious shouts as he and Jett dissolved from the room.

Her arms tightened about him as the wind threatened to rip her from his embrace. He hugged her closer.

Jett! He’d waited so long to hold her. He couldn’t imagine letting her go.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Meme Tag

Okay, I was tagged by fellow Total-e-bound author, Kaz, to do the meme. So here goes:

Six Random Things About Me

1. I have hair almost to my waist. Medium brown.

2. I met my husband at McDonalds where we both worked at the time. I was his boss. He got to work lobby whenever he pissed me off. It's probably a good thing he went active duty in the military. It saved our courtship. Also, he still went out with me even though I slid off the chair to the ground on our first date and I dumped ice water in his lap on the second.

3. My nickname is Gracie. (see #2)

4. I often listen to the same song on repeat while I'm writing. Hearing the same thing over and over helps me tune out everything but the voices in my head.

5. I'm the scoutmaster of a Boy Scout troop -- ironic since I don't particularly like camping, bugs, or sweating. My sleeping bag is pink and I carry my stuff in a backpack with a huge picture of Jack Sparrow on it. It's called the Jackpack.

6. I'm allergic to psuedoephedrine but thanks to the illegal activities of all the meth lab people, cold medicines have been reformulated and I can once again take meds for my colds.

Here are the trouble makers I've tagged:

a) Bronwyn Green, critique partner and best friend

b) Jennifer Armintrout, good friend and USA Today bestseller

c) Cheryl Sterling, Elf magnet and good friend

d) Kelly Kirch, awesome author

e) Dakota Rebel, a fellow Total-E-Bound author

f) Sommer Marsden, smut girl extraodinaire

The Rules
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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Keeping up on the news: A blog to check out

This is an awesome blog about the Cassie Edwards drama. Check it out. It's funny, actually, and no one is burned at the stake. Thanks Cheryl for emailing it to me.

Brynn's Take: Yes, plagiarism is bad. No I'm not choosing a side of the fence. While I'm shocked, I think too many people are trying to be in the middle of it. But read the above blog...I think it sums up the same sentiment and it's damn funny.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Thursday Three

Here are three things you might not know about me and probably never wanted to know...

I'm a Tinkerbell fan. Really I am. Tinkerbell stationary. Tinkerbell quilt and pillow (thanks Bron). Tinkerbell cell phone cover. Tinkerbell on my purse and laptop case. Tinkerbell on my office walls... My first erotic romance was about a fairy. Coincidence? Probably not. Now my heroine in that book wasn't remotely fashioned after Tinkerbell, but she has the Tink attitude in spades. You gotta like that. Attitude.

I love Oreos. I used to like the outsides best but lately I've really been into the cream filling. They're great with milk. They're great with coffee. Frankly, Oreos are the perfect snack. They’re featured in at least three of my favourite desserts. And I have none in the house since I’ve restarted Weight Watchers. Oreos…Weight Watchers…Coincidence? Probably not.

I have three names. Three full names. That’s not uncommon for an author. One is my pen name. One is my work name. And one is the name by which the rest of the world knows me. One of them might be Tink R. Bell. You want to talk about split personalities…? lol. I don’t have MPD but sometimes it feels as if I do. There are days when I seriously have to think, “Okay. Wait…who am I right now?” Then of course there’s Sophie. Just Sophie. No last name. She’s the snarky side of me and she has a very low tolerance for teenagers and for idiot drivers (sometimes the same people). Sophie has a mild case of road rage, though she’d never act on it. I had to start reigning her in when my son started frequently using the word idiot. Oops. Well...mother of the year isn't one of my personas.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Stuck in the Middle Ages

First up, I’m doing this blog from the perspective of a 21st century girl. I’m pretty sure a medieval girl took things as they were…I’m sure the justice system in the middle ages was just a “that’s how it is” thing, just as overpriced gas is a “that’s just as it is” thing now. You accept things as they are because that’s your point of reference. So…as a 21st century girl, here are a just few things I really don’t think I’d tolerate well:

Cold—I don’t take it well now. I don’t think I’d survive if it was the pervasive circumstance of six months of the year. Lots of people died during medieval winters. I would because my fragile system would rebel and give me an ultimatum. Warm up now or I die. I wouldn’t last…

The unwashed masses—this really doesn’t need explanation. A bath once a year doesn’t cut it. Yes, bathing was expensive back then. Let me tell you, characters in my books are terrible money wasters. They bathe often. Yes, I tell a velour version of history.

General lack of cleanliness—dogs as napkins? No thank you. Dropping scraps to the floor? No thank you. That bathing thing…no no no.

Illiteracy—I’m a writer…reading is a must. It keeps society from being over-taken by misogynistic jerks who manipulate the uninformed. It also keeps me in chocolate.

Pox/plague—No thank you. Although…we have our own new versions of the plague/pox. I may need to think on this one a bit. I just know I don’t want to deal with anything like the black plague. Ever.

The Hun Next Door—Living in fear of invasion, attack and pillage isn’t my cup of tea. Give me a good domestic defence system any day of the week. Even the infrequent, handsome knight in tarnished armour wouldn’t do it for me. I would certainly have signed up to boil the oil for castle protection…

No internet or phones!!!—I would not survive in these dark days. I need mass communication. I thought I would die last summer when I was without my cell phone and the internet for a week. I don’t think I’d make it too long in the middle ages. Town Crier? That just won’t do it.

Rats—C’mon! See uncleanliness and plague. Besides. I scream if I see a mouse. Lots of big rodents would send me into an irreversible state of insanity. Burn me at the stake please.

As I’m doing research for one of my new books, I’ve come up with quite a few things like this.

These are really just the tip of the flea-ridden masses. Does it stop me from writing about that period of time? No. Because there are plenty of things I really like about the middle ages—but that’s another write up.

In other news…I’m finally starting to feel a little better. A little. It’s been three years since I’ve had bad sinus issues so I guess I shouldn’t complain much, but geez!! Enough already.

My newest book, Tribute for the Goddess comes out next Monday! I’m so excited I could just happy dance from now until then. It’s really one of my favourite books and it’s getting high marks.


When Jett, Goddess of the Zodiac Quadrant, flees her home and the rogue god hunting her, she knows has one place to hide—Earth. She calls on her pledged servant, Thad, for protection. Thad, however, isn’t willing to jump to her aid. He’s served Jett for two hundred years in a position he feels she tricked him into accepting. Now, he has conditions…

"Accept me as your god. You’re mine and you will obey me."

It’s everything Jett’s wanted and completely forbidden. No mortal may touch a goddess without consequences. No goddess may indulge in her lust for her pledged servant without divine punishment. As her flight forces her into his arms, they break these laws of god and mortal to find a love that will never be allowed. Together, they fight her enemy, but in the end, their greatest enemy might be themselves.

Happy reading, warmth and a pox-free day to all of you! ~~Brynn

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Guest Blogging!!

Visit me and my Shower Fairy...erm...messenger at Hitting the Hot Spot today!


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Master Me Available NOW

Whoo hoo!! The new book is out today with Ellora's Cave. It's book three of the Cress brothers. This book features Max, the third Cress son.


Ana knows she’s a submissive but hasn’t ever found a real Dominant. Bad boys had never lived up to their reputations and most Doms had turned out to be nothing more than bullies. When her longtime friend Max surprises her by turning her over his knee for the spanking she’s always wanted, her body explodes with long repressed desire.

Max knows it’s time to stop hiding his lifestyle from Ana. It might destroy their friendship but he can’t watch her destroy herself instead. He offers to temporarily train her then help her find a Dom. But now that she’s kneeling at his feet, they both discover exactly what she’s needed all these years. Max’s mastery will be anything than temporary.

In other news, my grandmother had her pacemaker replaced on Monday and I spent the entire day at the hospital with her. She's doing great and is home and causing trouble as usual. I, on the otherhand, am wondering if there is such thing as a total sinus replacement. I'd like one please. Where can I sign up? I might actually have to break down and (shudder) go to the doctor. It feels like someone's been beating the side of my head with a steel pipe and I'm bruised from the top of my head to the back of my right ear. Yuck!!

My new Lynsay Sands book is easing my pain. She's my very favorite author and I've been dying for her new book to come out. This is the first of three that she has three months running - Jan, Feb and Mar. Happy Reading to me!!!

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Tripendicular, Dude!

Like, oh my God! It’s eighties flashback on Brynn’s blog.

You always have to remember, no matter what you're told, that God loves all the flowers, even the wild ones that grow on the side of the highway. - Cyndi Lauper

Okay quick poll…Who remembers:
Who shot JR?
ET’s favourite candy?
What Yuppie means?
The key members of the Brat Pack? There were eight of them.
What happened Oct. 18, 1987? Ooooh that’s a tuffy.
The names of the original 5 VJs? And what exactly a VJ is…?

Here’s a few things I remember for the eighties. Oh, there is so much…when the eighties started I was in grade school and when they ended I was in college. My bangs were like four inches tall. The taller the better baby. And I had a major crush on Nick Rhodes of Duran Duran. I subsequently had all Duran Duran’s albums and saw them in concert twice. Very cool. (Anyone else like him?? I also thought Molly Ringwald and Madonna were totally tubular. And I adored Cyndi Lauper. Speaking of weird hair…I really liked Boy George too. I had hats. Just like his. And cabby hats. I never wore those really popular Jelly shoes because they hurt my feet but I had lots of leg warmers, neon socks and other clothes, bangle bracelets and a Michael Jackson look-alike coat. By the way, I did see the Victory Tour concert in Detroit.

I saw the original Footloose at the movies for less than five dollars and was mortified when my best friend at the time (NOT Bronwyn) decided to try all the dance moves at the club we used to frequent – this same friend sang the theme from Robin Hood at her wedding…but that was the nineties. My mom wouldn’t let me see Purple Rain when it first came out, but I had the music and later saw it on HBO. Same with Blue Lagoon. I was horrified to catch my son watching that the other day. Thankfully, it was on a network channel and the nude parts were edited from my thirteen year old’s eyes. Oh I so get it now…that came out in 1980 when I wasn’t even close to high school. One of my favourite movies (oh the shame) was Valley Girl. Hey, I've always liked Nick Cage.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

So...Where've ya been Brynn?

Working my hiney off. Well, not literally. I'm not that lucky. But I've been working like crazy at the job, not doing much writing of my own though. And...tada! I managed to pick up an ear/sinus infection. I swear these and horrible allergies are the bane of all people living in Michigan. Sinus troubles are practically epidemic. I'll live. I've had worse. But it really drags you out. I'm dealing with being extremely tired again. I hate cold medicine...

That aside, it's the new year. Yay! I'm expecting a great one. As usual, people are making their year's resolutions this wondrous first day of 2008. Resolutions usually last less than a month and are for schmucks. So here are mine, lol:

1. I will be healthy. (cough cough) No really, I'll do what I need to do for that whole health thing. Eat well...(guh!!!!) exercise... (okay, I might heave)

2. I will write daily. Seriously. I have to. No excuses.

3. I'll try to do some random nice thing every month. Pay it forward so to speak... here's to not getting stabbed in the end.

I think these are things I can do. Here's to all of you choosing the things you can do too.

Happy New Year!