Who left their jar of urine among the holiday decorations?

On the subject of werewolves.

Everyone loves a werewolf, am I right? Can't get enough of their rock hard abs.  Or their bunny-like fur. Cause that's what a werewolf with washboard abs would have, fur you can sink your fingers into. Not bristly gross fur like, say, a monster.

So, here's what I am wondering about these sexy bunny-soft wolfmen.  If they are basically dogs, and they have a highly-attuned sense of smell like dogs, are they perpetually fascinated with what our butts smell like? If that Jacob guy walked in, would he instantly tune in to your butt and assess your hygiene? Cause that's not sexy--well, not to me. That makes him gross.  Like my dog.

But that's just me.

Diving

I always thought diving was such a pretty sport.

Clearly high speed photography is not for everything.

Marketing??

My friend was searching Amazon for trundle beds and this came up at the bottom of her screen.  This says to me that incontinent, overweight, serial killers (that's a mallet that is cut off on the left) like Star-crossed: Secrets.

Alrighty then.  It's always good to have fans!

Move over Chuck Wagon...

I suppose there are worse things to make dog food out of.

Oh wait... no there's not.

A Star is Born

Ladies and Gentleman! 

After 14 months of hard labor, I would like to welcome into the literary world:

Thralled

A one pound, zero ounce sexy paranormal thriller!


Ok, it wasn't really hard labor.  Writing it was mostly heaps of fun.  The publishing part qualified as hard labor but, fortunately, that was just a weekend, not 14 months.  

And I don't really know how much the paperback version weighs since I don't have one in hand yet. But it's going to have a healthy heft to it. 

What's it about, you ask?  Well, let me give you an excerpt: 

A hand, massive and rough with callouses, closed over my mouth, dragging me back into an inescapable embrace. My heart pounded in my ears as I struggled to draw breath through the cracks of his fingers—and in that moment I knew I was screwed.

Careless. Stupid and careless to walk alone at night. Just because I hadn’t heard of an abduction in recent weeks didn’t mean they had stopped.

And here I was … the next victim. Well done, Carla.

Now what?

None of the other victims had been killed, so I had that going for me. But whatever was done to them, they’d come back altered and not in the expected way. According to the papers, their transformation was unusual … whatever that meant. What could this dark presence do to me that would change me like that?

I was about to find out, that was for sure. And I was utterly and completely terrified. Also, I was more than a little bit turned on.

How messed up was that?

 

This is what I feel like when my book is rejected