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Collect all 5 erotic stories in this brand new kink series of varying degrees of erotic romantic heat. Dip your toes into the sand with the characters, experiencing the exclusive erotic adventures that will forever be memorable.

WORTH THE RISK by (Crystal St Clair writing as) Crystal Lynn & Iain Shaw, Author vol1

BOUND BY YOU by Claudia Stevens vol2

SECOND CHANCE PERSUASION by Simone Evans, Author vol3

KEEPING HIS KITTEN by Rexi Lake vol4

TIED TO THE BEAT by Catherine Bowman vol5

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I am so excited! Valentine’s Day will bring so much good reading for me and for all of you! I have purchased all the books in the series and had the pleasure to edit Worth the Risk by Crystal and Iain. I quite enjoyed the book and I’m sure the others are just as much fun.

Don’t forget to pre-order Tied to the Beat! The paperback will be out on the 15th!

Kintober!

I haven’t quite been keeping up but I do have one more to share with you. Maybe two if my brain will spit out today’s prompt. Remember that they’re all first drafts! Raw and unedited.

First up is the prompt from the 4th: Shower/Bath.

Water, hot and pulsating, flows up from the showerhead.

It thump-thump-thumps against a tiny nub of gathered nerves.

A gasp echoes through the marbled chamber. Water is pushed away in protest.

It’s shoved back into place, held there.

The gasp turns into harsh breathing, constant sounds of pleasure.

There’s a growl of frustration as the water is moved and the peak is denied.

When breathing settles, water is moved back into place.

Water creates fire and lightning.

Muscles twitch. 

Gasping, panting, moaning.

A large hand covers the smaller one, holding the water in place.

A scream pierces the air.

Orgasm

It got called an “overly long orgasm haiku” on my writing group. laughs

Today’s writing prompt is Cunnilingus/Clothing (suits/costumes/etc)/Porn Stash. To do this one, I think I’m going to choose Clothing. It’ll be short and sweet.

Sarah stared at the big white box on the bed. It was intriguing. Wide, red satin ribbon held it shut and the store logo was covered by a large, blood red envelope.

Her name was written in calligraphy on the front in large letters. Below them, it said, “Open immediately.” It was a command she could not ignore. Trembling fingers reached for the ribbon and pulled the bow apart before they reached into the envelope and pulled out a note.

It said: Be ready at 8, my girl. Hair down, dark makeup.

Sarah shivered. They were going to the Club. She wondered why; it wasn’t their usual night. And this…this box. It wasn’t a day for gifts. She stared for another moment then grinned. “Oh, whatever,” she says with a dreamy little sigh. “This will be a good night.”

Finally, she opens the box. At first, all she sees is a confusing pile of red leather, the same red as the envelope on the front. Idly, for a brief second, she wondered which came first: the dress or the envelope. Was he inspired by the envelope to get a dress that colour?

“Whatever!” she says again as she gives her head a shake. “What’s with the tangents?” Carefully, oh, so carefully, she lifted the dress from the box.

As soon as she had it all unfolded and hanging from her hands, full length, she gasped in shock. “It’s a Northbound Leather dress! It’s THE Northbound Leather dress!” She let out a loud squee and ran for the full length mirror.

“OH MY GAWD!” She shouted. Immediately, she lowered her voice with reverance. “It’s stunning. I have to put it on. I have to wear it. I have to put it on.”

Sarah whirled around and ran to put it on the bed. “Clean. I need to be clean.”

She ran for the shower and cleaned herself thoroughly, shaving everything below the chin. She scrubbed and primped and washed and dried her hair, leaving it down as ordered.

“Okay, slut,” she said to herself, “now it’s time for the dress.”

It was ridiculous, but she had moisture on her inner thighs because the mere thought of wearing the dress excited her almost to the point of orgasm. She was hot, swollen and wet between her thighs. Her nipples her tight and her breasts heavy. She was panting and quivering as she slowly slid the zipper down on the back of the dress and unsnapping the collar of the halter.

She sat down in her Master’s armchair, the one in the corner of the room, placed where he could best watch her masturbate, so that she could pick up both feet, already clad in black stilettos with ankle straps and closed toes, and slide them into the dress and through the skirt at the same time. The smell and feel of the leather was almost too much to bear already.

Sarah shuddered with pleasure and more moisture pooled in her core.

“Oh shit!” She jumped up, hopping in a circle as she held onto the dress. “Please tell me I didn’t get his chair dirty!” She leaned over and examined it carefully. Finding nothing, she sagged in relief. “Thank God. He’d have locked me in the cage.”

Straightening up, she resumed tugging the dress up over her hips. Little sounds of pleasure were escaping her as the dress slid over the curve of her ass then wrapped around her ribs. She tugged the halter up and tucked her D-cups into place. She was lucky that gravity hadn’t started to get a good grip on them yet so she could stuff the perky-ish, pink tipped, pleasure globes into place.

Then she wrapped the halter collar around her neck with a moan. It was tight enough she could feel herself swallow, with just enough give that she could breathe easily.

Lastly, she pulled up the zipper. It came up to mid-back but once it was done up, the dress was tight. It wrapped around her like a coccoon and the boning hidden in the seams forced her into an upright, proper posture. The skirt stopped at mid-calf and kept her from taking a full and proper step.

“Oh, oh,” she rubbed her hands all over herself as she moaned. “Oh my yes. Yes!” She took a few small steps to the mirror and looked at herself. “Oh god. Look at me. I’m in bondage and I’m going out in public.” She panted more, head thrown back, hands on her breasts as she slid them over the leather, her orgasm about to crash over the peak.

Suddenly a deep voice breaks into her self-admiration. “Don’t you dare cum, slut. Not until I have allowed it.”

Sarah’s moan catches in her throat and she slowly comes back to herself. She turns and looks at him, eyes heavy and dark. “As you wish, Master.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.” He heads out the door and he’s halfway down the stairs before she realizes he’s in a tux.

“Not the club?” she asks herself. “Who cares! Public bondage! Yay!” She runs after him with tiny mincing steps, a grin on her face.

Well, time for me to go! I want to talk briefly about my goals for the next six months. I have a few, some personal, some writing.

  • applying myself to re-learning the flute. I have it. Use it.
  • I have two languages I’m learning on Duolingo: Scots Gaelic and german.
  • I’d like to write HW4. The series deserves to be completed.
  • I need to start Whisky Cats.
  • There’s a writing competition I just got introduced to that I am considering. It’s deadline is …well, shit, it’s the end of the month. Better consider it fast, eh?
  • We are doing the MS Ride again. You can donate to me here http://mssoc.convio.net/goto/LongshotRiderJ
  • I want to lose 30 pounds. Training for the ride will certainly help that.

I think that’s good for six months. We’ll see where I am then.

For now, it’s way past dinner time, I need pain meds, and the dog is getting impatient, too. Don’t forget to pre-order Tied to the Beat!

Muah!

Kinktober in February!

Does that make it KinkinValentine? (Edit: After publishing the blog, I went back to share the link and guess what? It’s called Kinkentine! I’m oblivious, don’t mind me.)

Oh, hell no. That’s way too awkward. laughs

Hi! How are you?

I am just finishing up Tied to the Beat. It is almost ready for publishing – which is good, given that the deadline is the tenth.  😬 While I am doing that, I also signed up with my newest writing friends on Discord to participate in a writing prompt challenge and I decided to share them with you. (All. First. Drafts. Remember that, yeah? Be kind!)

This is yesterday’s prompt: Naught Teacher/Professor. I put my own interpretation on that.

Obviously. 😀

I’d have published it yesterday but I had shots AND a migraine. Every intention I had of completing anything disappeared because I passed out when I got home yesterday afternoon.

I will write more on Leather Persuasion tomorrow. For now, enjoy!

Title-less

Rowena wakes up groggy and cold with the sound of weird music in her ears. She reaches for her blanket and rolls over whilst she shouts at her roommate to turn the damn music off.

Except…

“Wait…” she croaks to herself in the same hoarse voice the shout to her roommate came out in. She tries to lift her wrist again and finds it still beside her head. She slowly opens her eyes and frowns in confusion. She doesn’t see the pale lavender ceiling of her bedroom; nor does she see her nightlight shining stars on her ceiling by her bathroom door. She sees stalagmites…stalagtites? Pointy rock thingies. She’s too tired to remember.

They’re hanging from a huge vaulted stone ceiling that sparkles like Rowena’s inside a geode of ruby. For a moment, she lays there in awe. Then she remembers that her wrist is too heavy and it won’t move. She turns her head to look at the traitorous thing and finds it surrounded by an iron shackle. “Is it..?” She rolls her eyes. “Yup, it’s attached to a chain,” she mutters to herself.

Rowena’s peripheral vision shows her something else, too:

Her bed is suddenly the same glittery red as the ceiling.

“What the fucoxanthin?” She scowls as she notices that it’s kind of prickly and itchy against her back. “What the fuchsine is going on?” The whisper is hoarse still but now it’s wavery, too. She lifts her head to look down her body, squinting as her eyes strain to focus.

“I do not sleep nude!” She blushes from her toes to her nose.

The music around her gets louder and changes tone.  Some of the words seem to change, too. Vaguely alarmed by now – but more and more convinced she’s dreaming – Rowena expands her perspective and squints harder.

“They were rather cute pyjamas,” says a warm, friendly voice by her side. “I’m partial to kitty cats, though.”

Her head whips around and she looks up. “Professor Roger?” She peers up at her fashion design TA. “What are you doing in my dream?”

“Dream?” Roger offers a gawky, if sweet, smile. “This is no dream. Here, let me prove it.” He lifts a large and really alarmingly, she thought, sharp knife. He lowers it towards her and flicks it at her arm.

“I didn’t feel anything.’

“Just watch,” he says with a small gesture at her arm.

Rowena watches, wide-eyed, as the flesh on her arm parts and blood begins to bead, well up, then run around the curve of her arm to drip on the rock bed. When the third drop of blood hits the bed, the pain hits her brain. “Owww!” she screams.

“That hurt, didn’t it. I am sorry,” Roger says soothingly, as he pats her chest, making her right tit jiggle. “We had to be sure you understood it’s not a dream.”

“…We?”

“Yup. The other profs and I.” He gestures around him. “We’re all here. We need you to be the good little student you are.” He leans down and whispers, “You are a virgin, yes?”  At her shaky nod, he continues, “Good,” he says as he nods and gives someone a thumbs up.

Roger smiles brightly. “Let’s get on with things!” He idly slides the side of the knife up and down her body as he talks. “Look, I don’t want you to die, should you die, in ignorance and fear, so this is what’s going on. We are summoning a demon to do our bidding but he needs to be kept happy. That,” he taps her on the pussy with the flat of the blade, “my young friend, is your job. We need a little more blood to get his attention then you keep him happy with your tight, unused little cunt and we get what we want.”

Rowena is dumbfounded. Demons? Actual virgin sacrifice? “It must be a dream. Sure, Roger, whatever.”

Looking delighted, Roger gives her an approving pat on the breast. “Excellent. Now, like I said, we just need a little more blood. You know how sharp the knife is; you won’t feel a thing… at first.” He moves around what she realizes now is an altar and the knife flashes in the strange light. 

He was right, she muses, she didn’t feel anything. Not at first. Nothing but the warm flow of her blood. Then the burn of her blood.

“There we go!” Roger comes over and looks down at her. “He’ll be along any moment. He’s going to look a little terrifying but don’t let that be off-putting, I hear that he’s got a lovely cock. You’re going to enjoy it.”

“Sh-sh-sure…” Rowena stutters as blackness crowds around the edges of her vision.

Roger disappears.

Seconds later, there’s a loud clap of noise like the boom of thunder directly overhead. Several people scream, in spite of themselves.

There’s a lot of smoke that smells like brimstone and lavender.

“Lavender?” gets muttered a lot. In confusion, mostly. There are a couple of women who appreciate it, especially when they see what steps out of the smoke.

It’s Adonis, but eight feet tall. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Biceps the size of watermelons. An ass you want to make a meal out of. Forget six-pack, this guy had a twelve-pack. He was enormous. And he was so handsome with his shoulder-length, layered, wavy chestnut hair, chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones and never-been-broken nose, that you didn’t really see the horns curving out of that hair. Nor did you happen to notice that his skin was red.

At least that part of Hellboy is right, Rowena thinks to herself with a giggle right before her eye (and the eyes of every woman and all the gay men) is drawn to the loincloth he wears.

The demon strides up to the altar, ignoring Roger, who is trying to talk to him, and looks down at Rowena. His eyes narrow and he shakes his head just before he puts his hands on the cuts on her ankles. The split flesh closes and knits back together.

Not a pleasant experience for Rowena and she lets him know it but cussing at him in at least 2 of the languages she knows.

He just smiles and moves to the head of the altar to lay hands on the wounds on her wrists. She curses again, he smiles again.

“Come now, Rowena, you’ve never complained so loudly before.” He undoes her shackles.

The professors get quiet.

“It’s never been quite so deep before. That bloody knife (see what I did there? Huh?),” she grins in the middle of her complaint as she points out the wordplay, “is damn sharp and he’s a moron.”

Roger immediately drops the knife.

“Anyway,” Rowena says as she looks up at the demon. “It’s lovely to see you, Jerry, love.”

“A pleasure to see you, baby. It’s been too long.” Jerry the Demon scoops up Rowena and kisses her stupid.

Several professors, having caught on that this is not going their way, try running for the door. 

Rowena flings out a hand and lightning crackles from the ceiling. It zaps not only the fleeing profs but the door, melting it into an amorphous, immovable blob that seals them into the chamber.

She breaks the kiss and looks at Jerry.  “They thought I was a virgin.”

He chuckles. “Well, you kind of are. This form you’ve taken on hasn’t had sex.”

Giggling, Rowena indicates  that she wants down. Once she’s on the ground she rolls her shoulders and cracks her knuckles. “What should we do with them?”

“What did they want?”

Rowena looks at Roger. “What did you want from Jerry?”

“M-m-money. S-s-some w-w-want fame thr-through p-p-publishing.”

“Greed.” Rowena states.

Jerry nods. “Into the pit with them.”

“Let’s have a little fun first,” Rowena pleads.  “They left me for you to rape.” She starts removing her hair like it’s a wig, then peels her face off. As she does, the rest of her skin follows and she  grows until she’s a few inches shorter than Jerry, stacked like the most typical male wet dream, with pale blonde hair. “Shall we start with Roger?”

Jerry grins. “Let’s roger Roger!” He points at the others, now huddled by the ruined door. “Let’s put them in some semblance of order though, shall we?  Make this a spectator sport.”

Rowena claps with glee and then zaps orders all the other professors into a row sitting on the edge of the open pit. She turns to Roger. “Professor Wannabe, or is it Wannabe Professor? Either way, off with your clothes!”

“I..I.. uh..I..” Roger doesn’t know what to do. He is terrified and yet… she smells like sex and his cock is raging, desperate for contact.

Jerry rolls his eyes, walks over to Roger, grabs the front of his robe in one hand, the back in the other and simply tears it asunder.

Rowena and Jerry start laughing. “That is what you’ve been trying to stick into all us girls?” Rowena gasps out through the laughter.

Roger looks down. Seven inches but barely an inch across. At it’s hardest. He sighs, tears in his eyes.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll make do. It’ll be good for opening his ass up with.”

“I agree. You have a monster there; his will be a nice little start.”

Roger blinks as the exchange filters through his brain and he starts to figure out what they meant. He backed up, hands over his groin. “No! No no no!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Rowena says soothingly as she approaches him as you would a scared animal, “we won’t let you bleed to death.” She pumps out the pheromones until he’s swaying.

She reaches him and turns him around, locks him into place against her. “Go ahead, Jerry. Rip it off.”

NaNo and a book release

Gooooooooooood morning, everyone!

It’s snowing here, which is triggering all kinds of nasty things for me (although that’s partly the return to yoga as well), but I have some great news to share so I don’t care about either.

I’ll get right to it:

NaNo was sucking hairy donkey balls. I liked the idea of the story I started out with but when it came to writing it, I just wasn’t… Well, I just wasn’t feeling it.  So I dropped it and started again  with something new. It’s more my style: violence and sex. 😉

I think this is a much better start than the one I had (which was a couple of women bickering):

Booze. Chocolate. And… Alexa Brenner let her eyes cruise the bar and spotted a few prospects. There was a table of some very muscle-bound men.  If she squinted – and she did – she could just make out some ink on the forearm of one of them. Interesting, she thought, nice ink. Looks like Charon in his boat. I like it. Definitely a prospect to complete the trifecta: Booze. Chocolate. Sex. It’s going to be a very good night.

She could use a good night. As Avatar for Isis, she rarely got a night off. She traveled from realm to realm, slipping through portals to carry out the whims and enforce the laws of her Goddess. Thank the Gods for an assignment in the monotheistic, non-magic Realm, the first in almost a decade, that allowed her a night off. It was the most boring Realm, as far as she was concerned, but it did cause her the most grief sometimes. Six billion people on the planet, three billion believed in this one God and that the planet was only six thousand years old, the other three billion believed in a multi-armed God and his family.

Why they couldn’t be more like the other eight Realms she helped police was beyond her. Five other Realms with non-shifters in them and they all accepted the fact that there was more than one God: Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Druid and that one with all the lizards they called dragons. She snickered because it still bugged the Dragon shifters in the Seventh Realm that the humans called those animals dragons. Alexa took every opportunity possible to point out that they looked almost exactly the same. Then there were the Elf and Fairy Realms, they had their own Gods. It made Empyrean, the home of all the Gods and said to be the hidden place of the purest fire, a little crowded sometimes.

And yet, she mused as she kept an eye on the tattooed muscle man with her peripheral vision, the Gods insist on calling this place a single God Realm. There are two, and subs, if you ask me. She shrugged to herself. It didn’t matter. The Dark Elves who had tried to take refuge here and spread word that magic existed no longer existed in any Realm and she had a night off. In one hundred and twenty-eight years of fighting for Isis, beginning when she was thirteen, Alexa’d managed to have a total of six nights off and a beautiful five out of six of them had been filled with debauchery. No one said men had the sole right to debauchery. A grin stretched her face.

Alexa leaned back in her chair and shifted her long, slim legs out in front of her, crossing them at the leather clad ankles. It displayed a lot of muscle and played peek-a-boo with a good amount of flesh. Her jeans were torn in numerous places, she’d managed to clean the ash off but there was little she could do about the rips, and lots of golden skin shone through. Damn the fact that Dark Elves fought with claws and then turned to dust when they died, anyway, she thought as she picked at a loose thread. The move also lengthened her torso and she impulsively stretched her arms above her head. Her leather jacket fell open and her breasts lifted along her ribcage, pulling her shirt up to display strong, toned abs. 

Pure feminine pleasure filled her as one of his buddies pointed her out and Muscle Man turned to look at her. She caught his eyes and they stared at one another for a moment.  It frustrated her that his face was shadowed and his eyes were hooded so that she, with her enhanced vision still couldn’t see well enough in this darkened bar, to tell whether he appreciated what he saw. Ah well, if he didn’t, the other sure did. She kept her eyes on him but offered the table at large a jaunty grin and a saucy wink before she gave him the once over. Her lips parted on a gasp of appreciation.

Irenaus Weber grunted. “So, it is another pretty girl.”

“You’re daft.” His second-in-command, a Dragon by the name of Damir Belakova, said. “Her skin is nearly glowing it’s so richly golden.”

“Yes,” said his Light Elf Master-at-Arms Zathlen Liondale, “she does glow. It’s almost magical.” He frowned as he read the woman’s t-shirt. “I am a little put out by her choice of top, though.” The shirt said “Dark Elves Do It Hot but I Do It Better” in bright pink sparkles on a black background.  “Perhaps she could do up that long jacket she wears; the denim would stretch nicely across her breasts.”

The fourth and final member of their team, the coms and tech expert, a Fairy named Florian Rosevine, laughed and slapped the Elf on the back. “Of course, you’re put out; she’s bragging on those assholes, your Dark side. And you’re right, her breasts would look lovely covered in denim.”

Irenaus rolled his eyes as he turned back around. “Knock it off, jackasses. She just flirted with everyone at this table. Clearly, she doesn’t discriminate. I am not interested in a woman like that.”

Damir scoffed. “She did not, boy. She only had eyes for you. What she did was show that she knew we were watching. Everything she’s done so far is for you. Go buy her a drink. It’s been a century since you’ve been laid.”

“A millennium is more like it,” Florian muttered into his ale as he leaned on the two back legs of the chair.

~~~

See? It has promise.

I’m still not entirely sure about the plot but I’ve managed to write close to 6k words in the last few days, (which has impressed Mike), so I’m happy.  

In other, more important news:

CREATESPACE FINALLY ACCEPTED GHOSTS AFIRE! 

I’ve been arguing with their file inspection process for weeks over the formatting. I used one of their damn templates and still had 4 formatting issues come up repeatedly:

  1. Orientation.  It kept telling me that I had some pages at portrait orientation (as they should be) and some at landscape! I was like “what the fuck, buttercup?? That’s so obviously not true.”  I went through the book three times, one page at a time, checking the orientation.  Then I highlighted the entire document and set the thing to portrait. I noticed that the first 4 or 5 pages were the wrong size and fixed that. And yet… “Your document has two different orientations.”  *tears hair out*
  2. The gutter was too small.  Okay, so the gutter, I learned, is the part of the page that dips down into the fold/binding of the book.  It’s kind of important that you don’t have your words extend into that because then your readers can’t get read the end of each line easily and it pisses them off.  And what pissed off reader wants to read your book again?  The parameters stated that for every book 301-500 pages the gutter had to be 0.625″. So I made it 0.625″.  Word kept rounding it to 0.63 for some reason.  Eventually, after submitting for the 6th time, I simply dragged the margin tab back toward the middle a bit.  STILL wrong.
  3. Content extends into the gutter.  Which makes absolute sense if the gutter was too small.  Except it was exactly the size they told  me to make it. 
  4. And the fonts weren’t embedded – “But we embedded them for you.”  Clearly they did not because that kept coming up again and again.   …….And I just realized that they would have had to do it for every new file I uploaded. Yes, I see that. However, I read their little how-to on embedding fonts, and I read Word’s how-to, and so I embedded the fonts and LO! the next time I uploaded a changed file I got “The fonts were not embedded properly so we embedded them for you.”  

After all the attempts I finally said “fuck it, it’s close enough” (because it’s readable) and hit “Ignore and save.”  So now it’s heading towards my KDP bookshelf to publish on Kindle, too. 

So it looks like HW3: Ghosts Afire will be published by the end of the weekend!  

Can I get a “woop woop”?? 😉

I have to go now. I need to write today but firs tI have to take care of this vicious migraine that’s made sure it’s made me take three hours to write this blog. 

Muah!

 

Definitions and an Update

Hello!

It’s taken me over a week to get this blog out and for that I must apologize.

IYSAE wiped me out.  It left me far more exhausted than I thought.  I’ve been passing out at least twice a day this week, despite getting an appropriate number of hours a night and taking my B12.  It took me four days of sittings to get all the definitions {from the magnet words} together for you all.

And in the process, I discovered, to my dismay(!) that there are only 23 when there should be 26 words. I missed B, J & N.  No idea how.  I thought I got all the words.

Oh well, it’s done, right? The magnets and bookmarks both look fantastic and the people who took them loved them.

Okay, once more, here’s the magnet:

Sticker

Pretty, pretty.

Now, the definitions:

ANODYNE: an adjective that means something unlikely to provoke dissent or offense; inoffensive, often deliberately so. Or a noun as a painkilling drug or medicine. “Morphine is the most anodyne pain medicine we’ve ever seen.”

CYCLOPEAN: 1. denoting a type of ancient masonry made with massive irregular blocks. “that building has ridiculous cyclopean stone walls. Why would they do that?” 2. Of or resembling a Cyclops. “a cyclopean eye”

DASTARDLY: wicked and cruel; having or showing a lack of courage “It’s the story of a woman who plots a dastardly revenge on her unfaithful lover.”

EPISTEMIC: relating to knowledge or the degree of its validation “As human beings, it is very important to be aware of our epistemic limitations.”

FENESTRATED: adjective:  provided with a window or windows; (anatomy) having perforations apertures, or transparent areas “The capillaries have a fenestrated epithelium.”

GARBIST: noun, one who is adept at engaging in polite behaviour; an expert in etiquette “The golden rule of good manners for the garbist is to think of others before himself or herself.”

HONEYFUGGLE: To entice or deceive by flattery or sweet talk “Don’t think that I am unaware of your attempts to honeyfuggle me.”

IRASCIBLE: having or showing a tendency to be easily angered. “The older we get, the more irascible we get.”

KYPHOSIS: excessive outward curvature of the spine, causing hunching of the back. “If you wanted to get technical, The Hunchback of Notre Dame should probably be The Poor Sap with Kyphosis of Notre Dame.”

LAEOTROPIC: turning to the left: SINISTRAL (which means inclined to turn left or left-handed), used in particular to describe various shells, spiral shell cleavage patterns or the movement of volvox colonies (volvox is a polyphyletic genus of chlorophyte green algae

MARPLOT: An officious meddler whose interference compromises the success of an undertaking.

OBLIVESCENCE: the act or process of forgetting  “Our memory, and what is often equally important, our oblivescence, is what helps is become the  person we are; we just need to learn to use both wisely.”

PURLOIN: to steal something  “Judging by the look of satisfaction on the dog’s face, it was she who managed to purloin the last of the turkey off the table.”

RAMFEEZLED: Scottish word meaning worn out, exhausted. “After the book signing this weekend, I’m flat out ramfeezled.”

SUDORIFEROUS: adjective, bearing or secreting sweating “That burly guy was gross! I don’t care that it’s 150 degrees out, he should have done something about being so sudoriferous.”

TRISKELION: A Celtic symbol consisting of three legs or lines radiating from a center, usually in a triple spiral in rotational symmetry. “In Celtic lore, the Triskelion is associated with the connection of mind, body and spirit, as well as striving toward personal growth.”

ULTRADIAN: a recurring chronobiological cycle longer than an hour but shorter than a day, “Unlike the Circadian rhythm, which completes one cycle a day, the Ultradian rhythm repeats in a 24 hour time period.”

VITIATE: to spoil or impair the quality or efficiency of, corrupt “When peers and bullies apply pressure, it can vitiate the moral character of young people and lead them down the wrong path.”

WELKIN: the sky   or heaven (archaic English)  The welkin contains many stars, planets and heavenly bodies that are invisible to the naked eye.

XENIUM: a gift given among ancient Greeks and Romans to a guest or stranger, especially a foreign ambassador  “The xenium given to Maximus by the Emperor included a new blade, impractically imbedded with jewels in the hilt, a small sack with enough gold to make Maximus’s aide stagger to the side a little, and a dark haired, dark eyed girl who said her name was Aurelia.”

YGGDRASIL: From Old Norse mythology, Yggdrasil is the immense tree that connects the Nine Worlds together. It is the center of the cosmos and considered very holy.

ZOIATRICS: the science of veterinary surgery “Thank the gods the woman who operated on Micky was extremely adept at zoiatrics.”

What’s your favourite word? What word rolls off your tongue the best?  What word did you like the definition of the best?  My answers are  Ramfeezeled and Honeyfuggle.

Ignite Your Soul was slower this year than the other years I’ve been to it as a reader.  That was okay, it made my first time there as a writer easier. I sold some books – a few copies of A Year in the Life of S. Claus  and at least one full set of the Highland Wolves books.  The bake sale didn’t go as well as I’d hoped but we did raise a little money for the MS Bike ride, about $50.

Every little bit helps, right?

It’s taken me almost two weeks to write this – or remember that I was writing this *laughs* – and yet another Friday has rolled around again.  This week I found out why you cannot search for us in order to donate to our fundraiser:

The 2019 fundraising season starts November 1st.  After that you’ll be able to find me under my actual name, Jenn Van Massenhoven, or the team, The Longshot Riders, to donate. 

Don’t worry, I’ll remind you. 😉

I hope to see those of you I saw this year plue many more next year at IYSAE! 

One last thing!   Ghosts AFire: Highland Wolves 3 will be released in the next few days!

Muah!

 

It’s FIVE Days to IYSAE!

And I am petrified, anxious and excited all at the same time!  I’ve been working on books, on swag, and on deciding what to bake for the MS Ride fundraiser.  

I have the books at the printer AND I put HW3 in to the reviewers at Createspace, which means it will be released soon! 

Wanna see it?

HW3 cover final

It’s my favourite!

It’s stunning, isn’t it?  The background photo is of Glen Coe in Scotland. 

All three covers have things in common: the layouts – positioning of my picture, texts, titles and my name – as well as the colours of the title and author name.  The subtitle colour reflects the content of the book. (Anna does a lot with fire in this book.)

I’m so excited about some of the swag we’ve prepared!  We have a magnet and a bookmark I just love. And my banner, to go on the table and let everyone know who I am, is gorgeous and sexy.  Check them out.

Sticker

The magnet.

Bookmark 2

The bookmark.

banner copy

And the banner.

Aren’t they just frakin’ amazing?  

I will be publishing the meanings to all the words the day after IYSAE.  They’re almost all words that have disappeared from use.  For instance, honeyfuggle means to deceive by flattery or sweet talk, to swindle or cheat. 

And that banner. *whistles*  It’s sexy, no?  It’s not going to be missed, is it?  I’m hoping it draws people in like bees to a flower.  

I have to go but I leave you with three more things:

Ghosts Afire will be live by Wednesday and, as usual, as soon as the Kindle version is live, it will be free for three days.  I may make all three books available so you can get the entire series.  Or I’ll make a buck-a-book promo.  

IYSAE is at the Double Tree by Hilton in London from 10 am to 3 pm (… wait, *double checks*).  VIP ticket holders get in at 10, Gen Admin at 11.  Tickets are $20 at the door. Signing ends at 2, not 3.  

I will be taking my Chocolate Heavens cookies and my Orange Creamsicle cupcakes to help with our MS Ride fundraiser.  You can check us out here http://mssoc.convio.net/goto/thelongshotriders  to donate, if you want to donate directly. (Please do!) All proceeds from Saturday’s sale of A Year in the Life of S. Claus, the cupcakes and the cookies will be going into the fundraising pot.  Along with any other donations people choose to make.  

Have a great week!

Muah!

Santa is LIVE!

Good morning!

Make it happenIt is a good start to the week:  – Micky is doing well, though she’s sleepy.  That’s a good thing, it means she’s not going to tear stitches (like she did when she was spayed).  We’re going today to get her a Medi-shirt because the cone is making her depressed, which is bad.

Mike and I are feeling pretty good, though neither of  us slept well

The Santa book is LIVE! I’m thrilled with it.  It’s a gorgeous cover; the story is unique; and I think it’s an intriguing blurb (and have had people say so, which is even better).  

Tuesday:  

Choose daysWell, I absolutely meant to post that yesterday. A hundred things came up and I forgot I was writing the blog. ☺  

It’s a good thing, though, because I checked the website this morning and the

PAPERBACK IS LIVE! 

*happy dance*

I’m waiting on my physical proof but the digital copy showed that it looks gorgeous.  

You can get the ebook for FREE for a very limited time – until Thursday.  After that, as with the paperback, all proceeds will go to our MS fundraiser

You can buy the book here:

Ebook:

Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/Year-Life-S-Claus-ebook/dp/B07GLVZH8C/

US: https://www.amazon.com/Year-Life-S-Claus-ebook/dp/B07GLVZH8C/

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Year-Life-S-Claus-ebook/dp/B07GLVZH8C/

Paperback:

Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/Year-Life-S-Claus/dp/1725681218

US: https://www.amazon.com/Year-Life-S-Claus/dp/1725681218

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Year-Life-S-Claus/dp/1725681218

And speaking of gorgeous covers and greaat causes, let’s not forget about the anthology! 

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The anthology cover is stunning, no?

Still for sale and still donating to Wounded Warriors Project. Don’t forget that you can pick that up, too.  Ten awesome cat-shifter stories from nine fantastic authors!

You can buy it here:

Amazon Global link: https://getBook.at/AG2-CaSCAntho
US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079MHWBZ4
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B079MHWBZ4
DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B079MHWBZ4
CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B079MHWBZ4

I have to go for now.  The weather here is insane and I’m getting a massive migraine. 

Have a great afternoon!

Muah!

 

The Drama, the Romance, and the Work That is 2018

Hello, my lovelies!

The Work:

Today I finished the final draft for A Year in the Life of S. Claus. 

I am thrilled!

I have to write the blurb and the tagline – something like Santa: magic man, businessman, car collector, vigilante. The real story behind the myth.

Dear Gods.  I hope I come up with something better. 😉

I need a blurb, too.  How do I pack so much adventure into less than 300 words? I guess we’ll find out.

Next up, and in a rush but no less quality job, HW3.  

It’s 50 days until Ignite Your Soul in London. I’m kind of freaking out a bit.  >.<

I don’t have anything done for HW3, the printer doesn’t have any quotes for me yet (partly because we lost touch until today… Not entirely sure why… >.> ), I have no swag done, nothing prepared for the table. I kind of want to run around like Marge Simpson with her hair on fire. 

Well, I suppose it’ll come together. Somehow. 

And here’s a reminder to buy the anthology!

anthology cover

You can buy it here: 

The Amazon global link: 

https://getBook.at/AG2-CaSCAntho

There are other links in my previous blog.

The Drama:

There certainly has been some! That mess that happened to my apartment at the end of April never did get fixed.  It took us a solid month of attempts at packing and a solid weekend of throwing my shit at a van and into a storage unit.

We took samples of the paint, visible mold, and the fabric from my couch and mattress.  We have bedding and clothing in garbage bags waiting to see if it can be salvaged. 

I was out of the apartment by the end of July, which was a relief!

I’ve been preparing applications to sue the property holder through the Landlord and Tenant board (which is why we took samples). That should be fun.  I don’t want to go to court with it, although, really, I should get something back for the sheer number of panic attacks I had and the strain the whole mess put on both me & my PTSD and Mike.  Assholes.  But I’m not that litigious. 

Also, I have come off of two medications – and I’m feeling much better in many ways.  My head is clearer and I’ve actually had the urge to write again. (Which means I’m planning on doing NaNo again!)  And, if I don’t refill this med, I’ll be off a third. I’ve been out of it for a couple of days now.  I’m feeling pretty good.

Mike and I are training for next year’s MS Bike Ride. It’s fantastic! I love cycling and I’m good at it. I’ve never had anyone say, “Yeah, you can do THAT marathon” before.  The conversation with Mike went something like this:

Me: *listening to radio ad for the fundraiser* I’ve always wanted to do that.

Mike: Oh yeah? We could do that.

Me: Really? You think so? I think it’d be fun and MS research is the closest thing to FMS research there is. 

Mike: You can do anything you want to do. It would be fun.

So we are taking my GT LTS-3 and his equally nearly-ancient bike out on tours of London’s multi-use pathways.  London is a gorgeous city.

A generous portion of the proceeds for A Year in the Life of S. Claus will be going to our MS Fundraiser. We are riding as a team and fundraising as a team.  The MS Ride website suggests five thousand dollars as the suggested team donation. 

We’re a team of two; that’s a lot of money.

Sure, I have some fundraising ideas – like the proceeds and a bake sale at the Ignite Your Soul Event in London (more about that in another blog…or later in this one) – but it’s a LOT.  You can bet I’ll be asking you all to chip in.  And if you leave your name, the most generous donation will get a prize pack.  Haven’t decided yet, but it will include copies of all 5 books (HW 1-3, Lizendale and the Santa book). 

The Romance:

Mike and I settled on an anniversary date for the start of our relationship. I’m happy. 

And now we are consolidated into one place, that’s pretty cool, too. 

We’re planning on spending our lives together so at some point this blog will see an engagement announcement. 

Then a wedding photograph. 😁

Happy author over here.  

I will do a COVER REVEAL this weekend!  Here’s a little hint:

Santa cover hint

 Pretty, eh? 😉

We’re off to go on a ride.

Have a great night everyone!

Muah!

 

Changes!

Hello!  

How are you?

I am doing better since my last post.  

I came through Term 1 with a 4.0 average and I look to be going that way again this term.  Mid-term grades come out next week, just before Reading Week.  I don’t know what I will do for reading week, I do know I will not be making a trip.  

Perhaps, just perhaps, I work on some research for these changes I’m about to show you.  

In Demon Plague, HW2, there came a visitor to the pack home, a large African Jaguar shifter by the name of Sentwali.  He wanted Anna, Liam and company to go to the Congo to save them from a witch stealing their shifter magic.  Anna and Liam agreed, though they stated they couldn’t go until after they’d helped find justice for those massacred at Glen Coe so many years ago.

I was struggling with the research because there is little available (that isn’t government or scholastic) information that would help me gain a feel for what it’s like to be in the jungle and on the waterways that run through it.  I was determined but it still wasn’t happening.  

I argued with myself for months about making Sentwali  from somewhere else.  I didn’t want to change the book, especially one that’s been published.

Now, I have to say a couple things:

  1. If you purchased the book already, the copy you have is now special.  Out of print.  
  2. I am much more excited about HW4 now.

Sentwali is now Damir, a Sabre Tooth Tiger shifter from Belarus.  The premise remains but the locale differs.  He’s still a large man, but almost as pale as Sentwali was dark.  

The new edition has gone out on Kindle and Createspace and will be available in print on Amazon in the next few days. 

I am satisfied with the arrangement and more eager to begin the research.  It’d be cool if I could go to Belarus to do the research (a terrifying prospect for the Congo!).  A brief search already yeilded much in the way of visuals and links to locations.  Maybe I will narrow down which part of Belarus he is from while on my short break from school.

There you go!

Today, it is hovering just around freezing.  We’ve had freezing rain, snow, wet snow and general dampness.  I saw some photo ops and went to see if I could manage any decent ones.  I did get the most perfect shot.  I am going to share it with you.  

I have to go.  Have a wonderful week!  And remember that Valentines Day isn’t just about your romantic partner, it’s about the people you love.  All of them.  

Muah!

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Good Riddance 2016

Hello!

I know it’s been quite a while, again, but school has taken dominion over all else.  I want to discuss the year with you though.  It’s been…bi-polar at best.  Wild swings up and down.  

There have been 130+ worldwide celebrity deaths.  The American battle for president was between H. Clinton and Trump and Trump won.  I don’t care to follow politics but what the fuck was America thinking? 

None of that affects me personally though. I know what’s going on, for the most part, but my concern is my family, immediate and extended.  And we have had some pretty major events.  Here are some of them…

The Ups:

I published Highland Wolves 2.  I will be making a change to it though, one that has a major impact on book 4.  If you have a copy of the current one, it will become special in the next few days. I will keep you appraised. 

The government finally agreed that yes, I am fucking disabled and they should help me. 

That enabled me to go back to school.  I got through the first half of term one (I can only deal with 3 courses at once, not six, so I am doing half a term at a time) with a 4.0 GPA.  I start the second half of term one on the 4th.

Girlkid got accepted to the equestrian program at the University of Guelph, one of the top schools in North America and one with a world reknown reputation for vetrinary care training.  It is the only school on this continent or in the UK that offers her the science and other types of training that she wants to get her on the career path she dreams of.  

Boykid has the love of his life with him again.  

I am able to do yoga regularly and enjoyed a small remission in some of my symptoms.

The Lows:

Boykid was assaulted in September and he took the assault in order to protect his girlfriend.  Now he’s dealing with PTSD.  

My health has not changed, despite the remission.  I got bonchitis right before Christmas, capping off a flare in symptoms that started in September.  

My maternal grandmother died on Christmas day.  

Four days later… I don’t know that I should talk about this but…Well, I’m sitting here fighting tears so I will talk about it.  Damn those who would keep me silent.

Normally, I wouldn’t bring up something so personal but this is important.  It has lessons that I hope will help others. 

Wolfman has suffered from depression for years, and had some major ups and downs.  This year he had a couple of major blows that I won’t talk about here.  He took some time for himself to try and get it together.  It didn’t seem to help.  

Then I made a catastrophic mistake and he felt like I betrayed him.  Part of it was that I didn’t listen to him enough.  I didn’t close my mouth and stop telling him what he should do enough.  I didn’t stop trying to impose my will on his depression.  I can see that now.

I love him, I have forever and I will forever.  I only want to see him better and happy.  

It’s not my job to do anything but listen to him.  I should have shut up.  I know that what he did is on him but I can’t help but shoulder some of the blame.  

On the 29th (Girlkid’s 17th birthday), Wolfman made a very good attempt at suicide.  He was found by his family and his sister told me what happened.  She promised me that she’d tell me if he didn’t make it.  She blames me, blames all of us connected to him, but told me I deserve to know.

I went to bed, exhausted by my tears and fear, and was terrified to check my messages in the morning.   Since there was nothing, I’m assuming he still lives.  And I’m assuming he’s getting the help he needs.

And part of that is me separating myself from him and giving him time. If he’s ever ready to talk to me again, I’ll be here.  Still loving him.  

The reason I wanted to talk to you about this, on the final day of 2016, is this:

If you know someone suffering from mental illness then shut up and listen.  Close your mouth and open your ears.  Support, don’t dictate.  Help however they need you to; if that means listening, listen.  If that means sitting there with them silently, do that.  If it means helping them remember to take their medications or make their appointments (and they’ve asked for help), do it.

But for Gods’ sake, stop telling them what you think is best.  Step in if there’s a danger but mostly, your job is to support, listen, love.  That’s it.  

I pray that 2017 gives him time to heal and helps him find some peace, even if it’s without me.

And I pray that 2017 is a much better year for everyone.  I pray for those who lost loved ones.  

For me, changes are coming.  A move.  More school.  A shift in how I treat myself.  I have plans.  Dreams.  Goals.  And I will follow them through.  

I am posting this unedited.  I can’t bear to read what he did again.  My pain is for him, for me, for his daughters.  It’s about loss, fear, the thought of what was almost permanently gone.  I am heartbroken but there is a kernel of hope because Wolfman is one of the strongest people I know.  If he comes back to me, I will welcome him with open arms and beg forgiveness.  If he doesn’t, well, that’s what’s best for him.  

Much love and light to you and yours, dear readers.  Have a wonderful new year.

And Henry… If you’re reading this, I’ve need of you.  You know how to find me.

A Spider, an Event and a Freebie

Good morning!

On Saturday, I did two things and I’ll talk about about the second one first because it’s really cool and really creepy.  

Talk?  Nah… I’ll show!

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Isn’t he wonderful?

He’s creepy, yet fascinating.  

Okay, mega-creepy.  I do not like spiders anywhere near me, which totally does not explain why I got so close to that one.  Zoom is a wonderful feature for a camera too. *laughs*   The lighting and his position were just perfect and I needed it.

Just like I needed this one:

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Beautiful, busy bee.

It amazed me that I managed to catch him, he was, well, busy.  I love the detail in these two pictures.  A friend of mine suggested that I enter two photo contests.  One is the Lambton County guidebook cover contest and the other is a macro contest for National Geography, I think.  I might use one of these two for that NatGeo contest and this one for the Lambton County contest.

The other thing I did was attend an author signing called Ignite Your Soul Author Event 2016.  It’s the third year they’ve been in London (mine, not England’s) but the first time I’d heard about it.  And the only reason I heard about it is because my friend Sue – a bestie from high school – told me she was attending.  We hadn’t laid eyes on each other in 21 years so what was I to do?  

I spent three hours getting toxed stupid, laughing my ass off and meeting some wonderful people.  I have several new books to read, a lead on a couple of publishers and a call to submission that could prove incredibly lucrative if I’m accepted.

I’m not going to talk about that last one though.  It’s my secret until I actually make that submission. 

What else have I done recently?  Why, I started school on the sixth.  I started out with a full load because I’m home and I’m smart, right?  

Pfft.  Thanks to Fibro and MCS I no longer learn like I used to.  I don’t learn as easily and I don’t learn the same way.  I take copious notes to prove to myself that I get it and because it’s easier to remember if I read it and write it.  So it’s taking me 2 or 3 times as long to get through everything.  I’m down to 3 courses per term now and it’s better.  I’m enjoying what I’m doing better.  And I’m not missing anything anymore. 

I’d rather succeed more slowly than not at all.  My business idea has huge market potential and I want to do it and do it well.

What’s your dream?  What are you doing to make it a reality?

I gotta hit the accounting book again.

Oh, wait!  I almost forgot!

Because I’m so damn happy with Saturday’s event, even though I was there as a consumer, not a creator, I decided to put Witch Hitlist up for free again!  If you didn’t manage to grab it last time, now’s your chance!

GET IT HERE!

Enjoy your day, folks!

Muah!