Monday, October 27, 2014

Introducing V.L. Locey, Author of Rose of High Barbary

And first a word from your author/blogger/editor

1) Sorry I'm running a bit behind. I had an abundance of real life emergencies last week that threw my schedule for a loop. I had intended to format and prep this entry on Friday so it'd be ready to go and instead, it's almost lunch on Monday and I'm just now getting to it. For those of you in the know, thank you for your well wishes and it looks like everything is going to be okay. For those of you who missed out, let me tell ya "possible cardiac event" are not words you want thrown at you about your life partner... (again, he's fine, thanks for the thoughts! But it was scary and it was VERY distracting.)

2) I was really happy when I got a submission from V.L. She's been on my radar as an author to watch since I first stumbled across her in He Loves me for My Brainsss, which featured Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 1. I've been a fan ever since, and you should be, too! I'm particularly fond of her Of Gods and Goats series; funny stuff.


Thank you for having me here for a visit, Lynn. *Hugs*

Sometimes the Fates play interesting games with us mortals. Last year I decided to try different genres to help me spread my wings as an author. I already pen both M/F and M/M romances and romantic-comedies, and while my bread-and-butter is erotic hockey romance, I always have a whispering voice that nudges me to test new waters.

I have learned to listen to my muse, so when she directed me to attempt to pen a western for NaNoWroMo last year, I broke out my literary chaps and ten-gallon hat. By the end of November 2013, I had an M/M historical romance novel under my belt. Spurred (pardon the bad pun) by how much I enjoyed that western, I sat down and came up with another genre I wanted to try for the 2014 round of November madness. I decided to write a pirate tale. Not just any old pirate tale, I wanted to pen a space pirate tale. Yo-ho-ho! as well as a "To infinity and beyond"!

Imagine my surprise when I saw the call for submissions for Coming Together: Among the Stars. Talk about planetary alignment! My imagination took over and soon I had the characters and basic outline for Rose of High Barbary, an interstellar M/M erotic pirate tale. It was time to break out the rum when I found out that my submission was one of the stories picked for inclusion. I hope you enjoy it, and all the other wonderful tales, that are a part of this charity anthology. Thank you for your support of this very worthwhile cause.

Feel free to check out the info below about my upcoming release, an M/M zom-rom-com, Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He's Undead.

V.L. Locey

Paul and Gordon aren't your typical zombie hunters. They're a loving couple of educators who might be infected by the virus that is turning the world's population into mindless, undead eating machines. So why haven`t they turned?  Well, Gordon has a theory about that. He suspects that those who march under the rainbow flag just might be carrying the cure for the plague in their bloodstream. Zendra, the massive pharmaceutical company where the mutated virus was made, certainly seems to be in a hurry to round up all the gay survivors they can grab.

To avoid the clutches of Zendra, Paul, his partner Gordon, and a ragtag band of survivors head into the Great White North - the land of maple syrup, hockey, lumberjacks, and thick bacon. Here they plan to spend the winter, hopefully safe from roaming bands of undead, militaristic companies with far too much power, seedy groups of other survivors, and the always-dreaded moose. Can two guys in love lead a motley crew to safety?

Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 3: He`s a Lumberjack and He's Undead will be available at the Torquere Press Store, as well as all major eBook retailers on October 29th, 2104.
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Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, fresh cup of java in hand.
I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Hosting LaQuette Heart of the Matter

(Tl;Dr) Contest at the bottom of the page.


Heart “Mac” MacKenzie is a tough police lieutenant in the NYPD servicing the rough streets of Brooklyn, New York. She’s a strong leader who doesn’t mind getting in the trenches with the men and women she leads at the seventy-fourth precinct. Her house, her people, and her family—both blue and blood—are the only things that matter. She would live and die for the blue wall that shields her from a traumatic past.

When her captain assigns her a high-profile kidnapping case that she doesn’t want, and insists she allows the missing girl’s irritatingly sexy uncle to tag along during the investigation, her blood boils. Mac has no choice but to do what she always does when things get out of control, lay down the law—her law.

Kenneth Searlington is a rich playboy from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. With stunning looks and an unlimited source of wealth, he’s used to being the center of everyone’s attention, especially the women that he comes in contact with in high society. His life is fun and carefree until his niece, Merridith is kidnapped, and he’s forced to seek out the help of his godfather an NYPD police captain, David Porter.

Afraid and frustrated, Kenneth defers to his uncle’s expertise and his promise that he’s putting his best cop on the case, Lieutenant MacKenzie. When Kenneth discovers “Mac” is actually a sexy as sin lady cop with a fiery temper to match, he decides mixing a little business with pleasure might be just the thing he needs to distract him from long-standing family issues that are trying to crawl their way back into the forefront of his life.

Each used to having their own way, can these two work together long enough to bring an innocent child home? Or will they settle their differences and unyielding attraction in a more carnal way and get right down to the heart of the matter?



Kenneth watched Heart climb the stairs two at a time. She went into what had now become their bedroom and headed straight for the walk-in closet. He heard the keypad beeps from the gun safe as she dialed in the combination code.
He felt a slight sense of relief. Heart was silent-angry. That was never a good thing. At least if she was this mad and her weapons were locked away, he stood a chance of surviving to see the next day.
She re-entered the bedroom and walked directly past him. He heard her quick footsteps run down the stairs. He followed, saw her head for the basement door, and disappear into the lower level of the house.
He walked downstairs to find her standing in the middle of the gym with her arms crossed against the expanse of her heaving chest.
Baby, I…” She put up her hand and stopped his words. She turned toward the stereo, turned it on, and fiddled with the dials until he heard Maxwell’s “Bad Habit” pouring from the speakers.
It was late and she had the sound turned up on damn. Fortunately for their neighbors, the basement was soundproofed. When the house was built, the original owner had wanted a place in the house where he could make as much noise as he wanted without disturbing the neighbors. By the looks of it, Heart planned to benefit from that fact. He wasn’t quite sure if he was going to benefit from it or not yet.
What’s with the music being so loud?” He yelled over the driving base.
I want to make sure that the neighbors don’t hear you scream,” she said, face straight, muscles tightening in her arms as she squeezed her hands into tight fists.”
Shit,” was all he could say. He knew he was in trouble now.
She rushed him…that was the only way to explain how she was standing across from him one moment, and sitting on top of him the next. In a matter of seconds he was on the floor; face up, with her sitting on top of him.
Heart, this is not funny. Get up so we can talk.”
She didn’t move, didn’t even make a sound. She just looked at him, through him with sharp brown eyes cutting into his soul. His hands had somehow ended up near his head when he fell. He went to pull them down and felt resistance. He tried to move them again and heard a metal clinking sound above his head. He moved his head around until he could see the shiny glint of handcuffs. She’d cuffed him to the weight machine they’d landed in front of when she’d taken him to the floor. This was the very same weight machine that was bolted to the floor and immovable.
Heart, this isn’t funny. What are you doing? Why did you cuff me?”
Her face was still tight with anger, her body stiff and poised for attack.
Kenneth, do you know that I hate watching you get dressed. I hate it because I hate that anything else in this world gets to touch your beautiful alabaster skin as closely as I do. I want to be the only thing draped over you so intimately. Not the fine garments you wear, and certainly not that bitch, Faith.”
He watched her pull something from her back pocket. At first it looked like a heavy handle, but with a flick of her wrist, it became a knife.
She ran the dull side of the knife across his lips and said, “Ssssh.”
He swallowed carefully as he watched her remove the knife from his lips and slice the sharp side down the length of his shirt, causing the two sides to peel away from his body like water.
She continued the slide of the blade through his pants until he was lying beneath her naked and at her mercy.
I’m an only child, Kenneth. I never really learned how to share. I’ll be damned if I’m going to share you. So hear me now. If you want that bitch, be with that bitch, and leave me the fuck alone. But if here is where you want to be, keep that bitch, and any other out of your face. I. Don’t. Play. That. Shit.”
He nodded his head quickly. He knew he hadn’t perpetrated that kiss with Faith, but him lying naked beneath her while she had a sharp blade dancing between her fingers didn’t seem the most appropriate time to point out whose fault this entire fallout was.
She brought down the hand holding the knife with a hard and fast stabbing motion. He flinched, anticipating pain, but realized soon that there was no pain. She hadn’t stabbed him. He turned his head slightly to the side and saw the shiny blade next to him, sticking out of the floor.
Heart grabbed him by his chin and allowed one word to slip through her tightly ground jaw, “Mine!”
She slammed her mouth down on his and kissed him hard, sharp teeth biting into his flesh. His skin rent and he tasted the bitter metallic tang of blood. He should have been pissed, he really should have felt afraid, after all, this woman had rendered him helpless and brandished a weapon in front of him. He was shaking, his heart was pounding, and his breath was coming out in rapid tufts of air from his heaving chest. But surprisingly, there was no fear only…interest.
His dick jumped beneath her. He was handcuffed with a knife sticking out of the floor next to his head and he was so turned on his dick could cut granite.
What the fuck is wrong with me?


A native of Brooklyn, New York, LaQuette spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Educator. Writing: her escape from everyday madness has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a graduate degree in English Lit, she'd forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.

She loves hearing from readers and discussing the crazy characters that are running around in her head causing so much trouble. Contact her on Facebook, Twitter, her website, Amazon, and her Facebook group, LaQuette’s Lounge.



(note to long time readers: these are not my questions! I accidentally sent her the sheet of questions that someone else sent me... hehe... but they're good questions and unfortunately, I don't remember where they came from!)
What is the worst thing you’ve written, how did you learn or know it was bad, and what did you learn from it?

Everything that I either have published or will publish will fall into that category of worst thing written at some point before it meets the world.  For instance, I always hate my first drafts.  I always feel as if they are lacking in something.  My latest novel, Heart of the Matter, which releases tomorrow is a perfect example of that.

When I first wrote the story, the bones were good, the foundation was strong; however, the dialogue and the execution of the story development were just off.  I had to grow as a writer and reader before I could fashion it in to something that others should read.

Why did you start writing and when did you decide to go professional?

As far back as I can remember into my childhood, writing has always been my preferable method of expression.  I just feel writing gives me the opportunity to think about what I want to say and fashion a complete response.

I can’t really say when I decided to write “professionally.”  I just remember reading romance novels at sixteen and thinking, “I don’t like the endings to some of these books.  If I were the author, I would have done it this way or that way.”  After thinking that a few times I finally asked myself, “Well then, why don’t you?”  That moment happened about twenty years ago, and that’s when I began writing my very first romance novel.  It sucked to high-heaven, but just like Heart of the Matter, it has good bones.  I’m going to go back and make it something other people should read.  lol

Do you write in more than one genre? Which ones and which do you like the best?

Contemporary African-American and Interracial romance is the lane I find myself in right now.  There are characters from an m/m romance that keep making noise in my head, but I’m not quite ready to listen yet, still learning, but some day…

Do you read other author’s books when you’re writing? If so, do you read the same genre or something different?

I read all across the romance genre.  I find it all really fascinating.  It doesn’t matter if it’s paranormal, m/m, ménage, quandrangles, mystery, medical drama, military, sci-fi, as long as the romance is at the center of it, I will read it.

What is the most difficult part of the entire writing process for you? Queries, pitches, editing..etc.

Editing by far has to be the most challenging thing.  It can be a long and arduous process.  Conventions of grammar aside, editing is much more than checking punctuation and subject-verb agreement.  The  task of trying to weave words together in a particular fashion so that the reader, no matter their background or station in life, can understand not just the literal expression of your words, but the sentiment behind them, the actual meaning of them, that is very difficult.  Sometimes I toil over a line, a phrase, or word for what seems a ridiculous amount of time because I want to make sure the sentiment is being expressed correctly.  Thank God for people like Elizabeth Lance.  She’s a wonderful editor who is simply awesome at what she does.  Her superpower is that she manages to present my work in a spiffy package without trying to change my words in to her words.  That is a talent right there.

If you could have the same type of career as any author currently publishing who would it be and why?

You know, I think every author at some point dreams of having the type of success like someone J.K. Rowling has experienced in her career.  But the funny thing is, even though I might daydream sometimes about having Ms. Rowling’s success, I don’t want to be her.  I want to walk my own path and experience my own growth as a writer.  I want to keep doing this until I learn to really master this skill, and maybe, if I’m fortunate, and I work extremely hard, maybe my work might be just as well received as hers.  Until then, I’m so happy with all my wins.  Especially my most recent win—being signed to Hot Ink Press.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Yeah, I talk. A lot.

Update time and contest, yay. (Tl:dr Go down to the bottom of the page if you're just here for the contest...)

I'm doing a crapton of stuff (that's an English crapton and not a metric crapton) so I'm going to throw a bunch of stuff on the page and walk away, okay?

First; I have all edits back for Coming Together: Among the Stars, and I've started the final layout and read through process. I hope (yes, I will) to have it done by November 1st for send-off to the publisher. All typos and mistakes remaining after this time are totally my bad, because this is my first time editing something, and I'm mildly less qualified for it than I should be, what with having a degree in lit and all...

Starting Monday the 20th (that's next week) I'll be featuring different authors from my collection here on the blog; all of my authors are wonderful and I can't wait for you to meet them...

I am also talking to the International Still's Disease Foundation and having them tell you a little about what the money we raise for this project will be going for. As always, Coming Together is smut for a good cause.

Speaking of which, I recently got accepted into Coming Together: Pro Bono. This collection will be raising money to benefit Dear Author's legal fund with the kerfluffle that's going on with Ellora's Cave. There's a lot of bad shit going on in my circles, and I only have direct confirmation from one author - who is dealing with too much shit to get involved in this right now - so I won't say more, but if you want, there are plenty of places to read about what's going on there.

For me, the Dear Author vs EC is particularly important because I don't believe a publisher should try to silence a blogger/reviewer when someone is calling them out on their bullshit. There has to be a check and balance situation in place. Writers are - unfortunately - treated as commodities by a lot of publishers who know (note that I am not denying that this is the case) that there will always be more writers willing to be exploited for someone else's profit on the whole "exposure" and "excitement" line.

The story accepted into this anthology is one of my first ones out the door, On the Fly, which was previously published in ReadErotica Vol 3. There will be a print edition, for those of you who like to hold your books and smell them. (People keep telling me books smell. I... guess my nose isn't that good.) I don't want anyone to make a mistake; this is a reprinted story! But there will be a ton of other really fantastic writers in the collection with me, so you should probably buy it anyway....

Other news

A reprint of Go Down with the Ship will be available from JMS Books, LLC in their Hot Flash line, short stories on October 19th. This story is still available in the Whetting the Appetite collection, so if you bought that, you don't need to rebuy Go Down with the Ship. If you want to get a little taste of the collection before you buy Whetting, this is a good opportunity to do so.

That being said, for the next few months, you can get Whetting the Appetite at a 20% discount from JMS Books with the code WHET. Also, this collection will be available in print some time in the next few months; I don't have an exact date yet. So, there's that.

On the same line, Room for Dessert, which is a lesbian / adultery story, will also be available from JMS as a stand alone

Further further of interest: My London Steam series, (Shadow of Kenfig, The Blister Effect and Synchronous Rotations) previously published by Torquere Books and currently out of print, will be re-issued with a new cover and some previously unreleased material (about 5 - 7,000 words, not quite sure yet, I'm still tweaking. I must finish tweaking by Nov 16th. Argh.) as a single volume in mid-December.

Yes, I know I'm doing a ton of reprints recently; I guess that's what happens when you have a backlist that's gone out of copyright. I dunno, I'm just going with it.

Ripped, another story from Whetting the Appetite, is going to be available as an audio from Quiver and Arch productions, more information as I get it....

I have been involved in preliminary discussions to have Roll released as an audio book as well, more information, again, as I get it.

In Other, Other news:

I should be getting Blues back from my editor on October 26th for my first round of content edits, so I'm not doing NaNoWriMo this year, no matter what anyone says, and if you find I am trying it anyway, you have my permission to slap me. November this year is Local Edit Your Shit Month.

I'm almost finished writing Classic, I expect to have that knocked out by the end of the month, if not sooner.

I still have to go through Howling Bitch for a second draft, but I'm on Chapter 10 of 23, so hopefully that shouldn't take too long... I think I fixed most of the broken stuff...

I completely finished editing Marked Man, which is good, since I just got my cover info stuff yesterday and that's rapidly moving into production.

I have a short story that I need to finish by Nov 1st (another 1,500 words or thereabouts.)

When I attended Mid-Atlantic Erotica Writer's Retreat (MEWR), we played Cards Against Humanity. Here's the recording of that evening... for your entertainment. Headphones required, and you probably shouldn't drink anything.


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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Whole of Me, Katya Harris, in Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica

Everyone, and I do mean everyone, has talked about the little library cards inside the book, and I'm going to as well, because they're really nifty! Each card is like one of those old paper card catalog you used to find in libraries back before the 90's and everything moved to microfiche and then to computers. I kinda miss those old cards.... they gave you a lot of details in a small amount of space and let you pick out new ideas.

The cards in Sexy Librarians serve the same purpose; letting you sift through the book to find just what you're looking for, right now.

I've read a lot of the other reviews and seen the stories that appeal to other readers, so I'm going to talk about one in particular that I favored: The Whole of Me by Katya Harris. I'd never heard of this writer before, but her appealing little sci-fi story really got me. I felt a lot of sympathy for the main character, but then, the secondary character really got me. Because I know just what that's like, discovering that the Whole of You isn't what someone else actually wanted.

Clara is dying of cancer, and her husband, Shaun, wants to hold onto those memories as long as possible. He downloads her into his mind so that he can keep her with him. But little does he know that memories make us what we are, make us who we are, and Clara eventually comes back, as a fully autonomous person, inside Shaun's mind...

Brilliant, unsettling, and extremely hot, The Whole of Me is a story that's going to stick with me for quite a long time.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

When I want your opinion... no, I changed my mind, I do not want your opinion

Yesterday, I was approached by a publishing company to do some work; specifically a series of novelettes for serial publication in 2016. Each story would have to be stand-alone, but inter-related, in the same world, either different characters, or the same characters. With custom illustrations.

I batted the idea around  a bit; honestly, my calendar is awfully full, but I've had some good experiences working with small publishers on startup projects, and I'm interested in the idea.

(Young Adult, LGBT, space opera...)

I told the editor in charge (EiC from now on) that I'd think about it, but I was really busy and I wouldn't make any promises right now...

Talked about it with the husband... pushed some ideas around. What kind of tropes in science fiction / scifi light (space opera) would I like to turn on their heads? What's a typical sort of Young Adult format that would be easy to write in, give a bunch of interesting, inter-related stories. As novelettes, world building would be sort of limited (17,500 is the max word length per story) so I'd need to do some tropes, just to get people into it quickly...

Husband made some suggestions, which I love, we batted the idea around some more. I came home, batted the idea around with my creative consultant and occasional co-author, who brought up some moral quandaries, ideas, and general approval.

And then, I was talking to another friend about it - admittedly, it was an open forum, but I was excited about the opportunity and I wanted to see what this friend thought.

"LGBT?" demands someone I don't know, who's just recently been invited into the group. "Why would you want to politicize science fiction?"

Me. ....

Him: "I mean, good storytellers don't have to include stuff like that, it's not necessary to tell a good story, do you think Asimov and Heinlein and the greats were including political shit in their stories?" (giving him credit, he did list a couple of other science fiction writers that I haven't read... and so I can't specifically remember who they were.)

Me, "Well, actually, I do think so. I think the science fiction world is very white, heteronormative, male-centric and perhaps it's a good idea to tell someone else's stories, once in a while."

Him: "So tell me where science fiction authors are telling people to behead the gays, one book, where specifically that happens."

Me... "wha? I said hostile, and most of the authors you listed have had some serious issues with non-whites and women, and there's not a lot of inclusiveness for the LGBT community...."

Him: "And you think there's an audience for that? I mean, why would anyone... I don't think it'll help anything and you'll just discourage real people from reading it. You put an agenda in your work, and it just makes for crappy work."

Me... "real?... I AM a member of the LGBT community..."

Him: "And you read regular science fiction without all this political, LGBT crap in it, and enjoy it, right, so it's not like you NEED that... it's not NECESSARY for you to get in people's faces like that to write a good book. I mean, name me one book right now, that needs that sort of stuff. One book that would be better."

Friend, female; "Hey, I'm a white, straight, female and I love stories with different perspectives, I'm very supportive of LGBT and I think they should be more in fiction works..."

Friend, male; "There's someone who can't see around his privileged."

Other people in the group, chiming in on my side... (to give my friends credit, everyone in the immediate vicinity came to my defense.)

Him: "Well, I don't want to read shit like that."

Another friend, "I think this conversation needs to end."

Me ::still incoherently angry:: "You're right, it does."


I'm going to take that fucking contract. And I'm going to write a fucking awesome story.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica Book Tour

Sexy Librarian and two sexy writers

Most of my readers know this, but anyone who's stopping by for the first time, let me give you a little back ground on this Alpha to Omega picture.

Kristina Wright, lovely, talented, coffee-addict. I met her because I'm funny.

That always sounds weird to me. I'm amusing. I spent a good deal of time in my formative years being in the shadow of a very funny boyfriend. There was no possibility of feeling funny; in that relationship, my job was to laugh. And I did, quite a lot. Don't get me wrong, he was hilarious. Still is. We didn't part on great terms, but eventually we got to be friends again, and I'm grateful for it. But it's hard to be a candle when you're standing next to the spotlight.

I don't think of myself as funny. People say I'm amusing and I just look at them like... wha? Don't you know... and then I remember how very long ago that was... anyway, long aside.

Kristina Wright made my acquaintance because I was funny. She deliberately sought me out, engaged in conversation, and really started the entire friendship based on a silly comment I made about meeting my coffee supplier like a drug dealer in the parking lot of Wal-Mart. This has to be a first for me, since most of the friends I hang with are friendships that I sought out, I started. (Both Elizabeth Brooks and T.B. Bond are friends because I bothered them while they were reading...)

Once that friendship was established, I became one of her writers... I've published Garden Variety, Snake Dance, and Golden Moment with her, with a couple stories in the "pending publication" pile.

And Rose Caraway, ah the Sexy Librarian...

I'm often attracted to titles; I have, for instance, a CD in my collection called Rat Music for Rat People.

When I saw the call for Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica, I felt like I just had to be in it. What a great title, just fantastic. I thought, if I could get into this collection... the perfect moment. So, I submitted Full Frontal Neighbor, which was, quite frankly, a story that had taken over my brain, refused to leave me alone. I didn't have an antho in mind for it when I wrote it, it just demanded my attention and so I gave it the time it required.

I met Rose recently, you've seen the reports and Facebook and whatnot, talking about the Mid-Atlantic Erotica Writer's Retreat. (Which was so fun, and so very, very productive! I met great people, I made great contacts, I got some new contracts ad new ideas; be on the lookout for a new shifter story that I'm working on...)

Rose and I click really well. I adore her, she makes me laugh, and she just lights up the room. But not like my spotlight ex-boyfriend. She glows. And just being there, in the room, she makes everyone else and everything else shine. So incredibly enthusiastic (enough to inspire our Canadian fan to fly down just to meet her!) and talented, and incredibly generous with her spirit and energy. She's not like the sun, flying too close to Rose will bring out the best in you, not send you falling, Icarus-like, from the sky.

I love this book. Beautiful, wonderful, and delicious. (Confession, I'm still working my way through it; busy writer is busy...)

The card catalog, which everyone has mentioned, I just have to bring up again.

What a clever, brilliant, funny little idea.

I love the diversity of the stories contained within; the cards help you sort by what you want to read. I've always loved the themed antho - if I want to read a cowboy story, I know right where to go... but this was like a glorious, erotic, wondrous buffet table, filled with crystal display plates, each with its tempting little morsel. I can have a nibble here and a nibble there and go away feeling more satisfied than if I sat down and ate an entire serving of something.

And it's really nice to be alongside some of my favorite writers. Sommer Marsden, D.L. King, Tamsin Flowers, Rachel Kramer Bussel. And, of course, Kristina Wright, who gave me my start, encouraged me to submit, and has been one of my most favorite editors to work with...

One thing, however, that amuses me; while we were all at Fountain Bookstore, I completely forgot to get Kristina and Rose to sign MY copy of the Big Book... I may have been just a little star-struck.

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