Monday, December 26, 2011

The Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour

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Cassandra’s Journal

November 15, 2011

 The new doctor said I need to keep a dream journal, to keep track of my visions. He doesn’t understand they come all the time, whether I’m awake or sleeping. I agreed because I had to, but what he doesn’t know is that I am keeping two. One is make believe, all about ice cream and pony rides, boys I like and mean kids at school. Normal stuff—things he wants to see because then he’ll say I’m fixed and won’t call CPS on Mom and Daddy.
 This one is about what I really see. The darkness, the burning buildings and the enormous deserts. In my dreams the Earth doesn’t spin anymore, a machine made it stop, and billions of people spun off into space. Those who remain are nomads, following the darkness so they don’t die from exposure. Using artificial light sources, they set up farming communities near the few freshwater lakes that have not been swallowed up by the polar oceans.
Usually, I float over the scorched landscape, the one great supercontinent surrounded by the two polar oceans. I see the piles of bleached bones on the light side, they span for miles, stretching back through time. Then, I find the survivors. They live in small clusters, the Born colonies as they call themselves. They are the descendants of those that did believe the prophesy and went deep underground. The Bred do all the work though, people grown like crops. The Born are too few, too important to do manual labor. They must carry on their lines and police the Bred.
 Last night’s dream was different though. I’ve never been in the dream before, but this time I viewed the world through the eyes of a man. He was tired and sweaty, but his fingers had turned almost blue with tilling a new field for planting. Since the world is dark for half the year there are no real seasons anymore. Light and dark, hot and cold. Crops are grown year round inside plastic tents.
 His job was to prepare the hard ground to take seeds after the structure was enclosed. The shovel burrows into the soil and clangs against something hard. He looks around, but he is the last one left, having given up his meal privileges for one of the children. The Breds must earn their food through work, but he has skipped many earned meals to help feed an ill child. I can feel his hunger, his stomach aches. He’s almost to the point where eating would make him sick and there aren’t any in this camp that would give him a meal. If he grows too weak to work, he will be recycled for usable parts.
 Curious, he drops the shovel and uses his hands to dig around the metal thing, finding the edges. It’s a box, like the size of a lunchbox but thicker. The supervisors will have him flogged if he doesn’t report anything out of the ordinary, but he is angry and tired and thinks maybe he was supposed to find this.
 There are too many Breds in the barracks at this time of day so he goes to the barn. I can smell the hay and the poop that the animals have made since the last time their stalls were mucked out. The horses have all been tended for the shift, no one else is inside.
 Settling down in an empty stall, he runs his dirty hands over the smooth surface. The metal is rough and cold after being in the ground so long. I can feel how fast his heart beats inside his chest and want to beg him to open the box.
 “You there! What are you doing?”
 He jumps at the sound of her voice and glances up. It’s the woman, the supervisor he’s seen on barracks patrol. She has a reputation for being cruel, but he can tell she is not from the look in her eyes. He has known cruel Borns before, the ones that punish the Bred just because they can.
 She is beautiful, with red-gold hair that she keeps tucked inside her warrior’s helmet. He has only seen her without it once but he remembers it vividly, how she looked in front of the bonfire.
 Will she have him flogged? He looks down at the box again. If he is going to be whipped, he will give her a reason.
 “Don’t!” I scream when he reaches for the latch.
 She uncoils the whip from her belt. “You leave me no choice.”
 He pivots away from the blow, offering his scarred back, still cradling his treasure. The whip whistles and the sharp crack wakes me up. My back hurts and when I looked in the mirror this morning I have a scar between my shoulder blades.

Leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win a PDF copy of the novella B Cubed! And be sure to check out more great apocalyptic stories at the Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour! List on Micheal Rivers' web site.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

No Limits Blog Tour Schedule and chance to win a Kindle Fire!

Happy Holidays, gang!
As is my shtick, I'm looking into the future and planning what comes next. And what comes next for me is an out of this world blog tour and giving away a whole bunch of prizes, including copies of my new release, No Limits and for one lucky participant, a Kindle Fire! (or the Amazon gift card equivalent, winner's choice.)
And these things are wicked cool!

January 1: Happy New Year and No Limits Release Date
January 3: Writers Gone Wild.
AND an Interview at Kylie Griffin's Blog
January 4: Naked New Year Blog and A Giveaway!(Winner taterbug)
January 5: Frances Pauli Blog Interview 
January 6: Book Lovers and A Giveaway
January 7: SOS Aloha (Winners 
- Stacie D., Tammy S., Black Roze, Sheree, Danielle G., Estella, Maria D.,  Mary, Heather, and Catherine Lee.)
 January 9: Jeanette Grey Blog and A Giveaway (Winner Heather Cox)
January 10: Kaye Manro Blog and A Giveaway Winner (Maria D)
January 11:  Interview at Believing is Seeing and A Giveaway (Winner TBA)
January 12: Smart Girls love SciFi and Paranormal Romance
AND Gotta Name My Blog

January 13: Interview at the Galaxy Express and A Giveaway (Winner TBA)

January 15: Space Freighters Lounge and a Giveaway (Winner TBA)

Rules: You MUST comment on every single blog post listed AND sign up for my newsletter. Newsletter subscribers will also have a chance to win copies of the book.
Fanning me on Facebook wouldn't go amiss either. ;-)

So enjoy your holidays and get ready to  ring in the new year with a glimpse into the future!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

B Cubed Book Two: Bred

Bred Okay so I am so scattered that you could sweep me up in a dustpan. Here a week or so after my latest release actually IS released, I have the blurb and buy links up for my blog, LOL! Sigh, I really need a vacation.

B Cubed
Book Two: Bred
Rothguard has but one desire, to rid himself of the overwhelming urge to mate and free his mind to focus on science. Being Bred means to be forever enslaved, to the Born and his own physiological needs. In order to free himself and the Breds still in captivity he requires a Bred female to study. His life as a sex slave taught him about a woman’s fickle pleasures, but his work demands more information, no matter how distasteful he might find the chore.
Seven years after the mysterious disappearance of her Only One, Mel spends her time tending Bred infants and tormented by the memories of her lost love. When a Cyborg soldier comes for her, Mel’s dormant passions surge to life. In his arms she’s found what she thought irreparably lost. If only she knew how to prove to Rothguard that her love for him is pure. Will his dark secrets destroy them both?
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Saturday, November 19, 2011

B Cubed Book 2: Bred

I still have to write up a compelling blurb but I'm so excited and I just had to share this spectacular cover!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Who wants to win a copy of No Limits?

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Goodreads Book Giveaway

No Limits by Jenna McCormick

No Limits

by Jenna McCormick

Giveaway ends December 27, 2011.

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Sunday, September 4, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy September everyone! I know both the Laundry Hag and I have been MIA lately but I'm back with some awesome news!  B Cubed Book One: Born in now available! This is such a cool world, and I'm not just saying that because I made it up!

The steam from the spring rose up, swathing him in an ethereal halo, as if the rest of the world faded away while he looked at her. His gaze slid downward. Her heart thumped inside her chest. She could feel the intensity of his stare on her naked flesh and it made her burn.
“So this is why the Borns are always so clean. I often wondered how you could stand washing in buckets of cold water so often.”

Friday, September 2, 2011

Born: Natural born humans are precious few and dwell in darkness.

Bred: Genetically engineered slaves who are the protectors of the Born.

Borg: The cybernetically enhanced enclave that split from the Born humans.

These three factions are all that remains of the human race after the world stopped turning. Scavenging in the darkness for what little is left, the war between them rages on though few know why. It begins with a child’s prophesy and can only end when they unite.
 Or die.
B Cubed Book One: Born
Now Available for Kindle, Nook and at ARe

From the moment he spies her silhouette cast by the bonfire, Cormack understands what it is to yearn for something he will never possess. Breds are made to provide for the natural born humans, dig their homes deep beneath the surface of the earth and to protect them from the ever-present cyborg threat.  A Bred who reaches beyond his station will be recycled immediately, yet Cormack cannot get her visage out of his mind.  Until he unearths a box, buried long before the earth stopped spinning.

Task Mistress Allora has no wish to brutalize the Bred worker she finds hoarding treasure, but as a servant of the colony that raised her from infancy, she is duty bound to report anything unusual to the Overlord, even if it costs the blue-eyed man his life. Yet something about the way Cormack watches her forces Allora to reevaluate her understanding of right and wrong. For this genetically engineered soldier is her only protection against the cyborgs who seek what they have discovered, a journal written by the prophetess Cassandra and a way to end the warring between the factions forever.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday No Limits

New cover, new six from No Limits. Click the cover to preorder from Amazon!

Rhys let his conscious mind drift, so not to dwell on the 

discomfort. Even though his body was trapped light years away,

twinges from his physical self produced a phantom pain that 

resounded in his empathic essence.
            How long had it been? With no way to mark the passage of time, he couldn’t even begin to guess. He missed the vivid colors of fresh green and growing things, the salty taste of the stew his brothers had eaten nightly, the coarse textures of the robes they wore while in training. Other sensations seemed even dimmer, barely within his grasp.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Cover for No Limits.

Is a picture worth 1000 words? You tell me!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

 Happy Six Sentence Sunday! Got some exciting news to share, one of my short stories, The Ranking is a bestseller on ARe! Wahoo! Got a new short, erotic futuristic, BDSM five flame scorcher for you to sample based in the same futuristic world. Enjoy!

 Footsteps seemed in sync with her heartbeat, a sharp click accompanying every thud against her ribcage. His massive frame filled the doorway, his features cloaked in shadow. Dressed in tailored charcoal slacks and a cobalt blue shirt, he carried a large bag, which he set down inside the door. He straightened and shut the door behind him. Though it was forbidden to address him first, Abby couldn’t help herself. It had been too long.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Six Sunday

Another week, another new Jenna  ebook just released for Kindle and Nook. This one is not sci-fi but it is short and dirty, just the way I like 'em!

Will was close to exploding in his pants like some prepubescent boy watching his first Jenna Jamison flick. Only he sat across the table from his fantasy, and the taste of her gorgeous sex still coated his tongue. He studied her. She ate tiny bites of the food he’d provided, and something twisted inside his chest. He needed to bury his hungry cock inside her, but he’d fucked up enough with her and he remained determined to make amends.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” she offered.

Available now for Kindle and Nook.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: The Ranking

This week's snippet comes from my new .99 cent ebook,The Ranking. Be warned, it's  M/M erotica w/o a happily ever after. But Duffy's story needs to be told.

“Do you know why the ranking is so important in our culture?”
Stattend’s hands trembled as he reached for his belt buckle. “For power and protection, and to know where one fits in society.”
            Duffy shook his head and watched through lowered lids as Stattend coated himself with the ceremonial oil. “That’s only why the results of the ceremony are important. But the first time is to teach men what it’s like to be women, to receive another within your own body, to know what it feels like to be at the mercy of one who could harm you."

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday B Cubed 3rd installment

Feels like forever since I last posted. Okay, back to B Cubed Book Two: Bred. When last we left Rothguard, he'd just witnessed his good buddy Isaac's death at the hands of the Borns he was created  to protect. What does the cruel hand of fate have in store for him now? 

The Task Master’s dark eyes gleamed with an unholy light. “You have been chosen by the Overlord’s wife, Bred. Feel honored.”

Dread pooled in his stomach. “Chosen for what?”

The Task Master just shoved him forward, laughing all the while.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Blog award

Moi? Really? Well golly gee, color my tickled. And here I thought I was a raging ho beast. Many thanks to Gem Sivad for the award nomination.
Okay let's do the rules first and maybe my rebellious heart will follow them.
Anyway, the rules of this award are as follows:
1. Thank and Link To the Person who Nominated You. ~ Gem Sivad is awesome
2. Share Seven Random Facts About Yourself.~Get right on it
3. Pass the Award on to 10 deserving blog buddies. ~Will do.
4. Contact those buddies to let them know. ~I'm on it.
So seven facts:
~ Favorite wine: Rosa Regale
~ I'm as stubborn as a day in line at the DMV is long
~ When I grow up, I want to be a New York Times Bestselling Author
~ I have a leather boot fetish
~ Sometimes my OCD demands I rearange books in a bookstore according to series order even though I've never worked in a book store. 
~ I love my children but I hate their friends
~ My husband makes me crazy and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So, paying it forward:

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Post Rapture Six Sentence Sunday

In honor of the rapture, this week's selection is from my post apocalyptic story B Cubed. Book 2: Bred. Hope you are around to read it!;-)
Rothguard looked over his shoulder, just in time to see another of the riders dismount and draw a wicked looking blade. Isaac opened his mouth but the man slit his throat before he could even beg for his life. Blood sprayed as his friend fell forward, his clothing licked by the hungry flames. Rothguard struggled, but the guard knocked him over the head. Tears pricking behind his eyes as he thought of Isacc’s Only One who waited for her mate’s return. Would they even tell her what happened here or would she be forced to go on, wondering why he had abandoned her?

~ From B Cubed Book 2: Bred

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Getting to know you: Zan

I've been working on the follow up story to my December release, No Limits. No Mercy is Zan the space pirate's book. I knew from the second this 6'6 golden-eyed hunk of trouble popped into my head that I needed to write his story. He's the anti hero, shameless and oozes sensual heat. His heroine is just as snazzy, Stinger pilot Gia, a real woman of the future. She takes no shit, wants nothing but a warm body in her bed and maybe a glass of good scotch. And to fly her awesome ship to the far reaches of the galaxy.

One of the things I like to do when sussing out a new hero and heroine is find each of them a theme song.That way, when reality yanks me out of my writerly bubble I have a tether to my characters. But not just any old song will do. And some characters just don't have theme songs, they are more creations of the story  than creations of my mind.

But this book, oh man, from the second I finished the synopsis I knew the soundtrack would blow me away. Gia sauntered up and selected Dido's I'm No Angel for her theme song. Following that hypnotic tune, I selected Enigma's The Principles of Lust for the over arching background music.

Zan though, was a tough one. I was out for a walk the other day, scrolling through the options. My husband is a chronic audiophile and we have a iTunes account that could choke a donkey or play nonstop until the Sun implodes. Zan was with me, basically scoffing as I fumbled through the choices. Here's how it went down.

Jenna: Kay talk to me big guy. Tell me who you are.

Zan: You know who I am, you created me.

Jenna: True, but I need a little insight into the inner workings of your mind. What are your goals, your ambitions. What has scarred you for life?

Zan: Laser pistols and a really big knife. 

Jenna: Stop being so literal. scrolling through the artists section. I'm envisioning something metal, or maybe hardcore rap sans the let's kick the bitch vibe.

Zan: Kicks his feet up on my desk and closes his eyes. 

Jenna: Fists on hips. Am I boring you?

Zan: Well,  what do I get out of this?

Jenna: The chance to star in the best novel I've ever written. Are you old school, or new age? Come on now, help me narrow it down to a decade. Are we talking hairbands? Emo? Throw me a fricking bone here, man.

Zan: Raises eyebrow. That sounds like a mighty fine idea.

Jenna: Billy Squire's Everybody Wants You.

Zan: You're over thinking it. I'm a simple creature.

Jenna: I could just go with Elton John's I'm Still Standing.

Zan: Leans forward, scrolls down to P. There you go.

Jenna: Scowling. Primus?  The Police? Poison?

And there's the smirk I love oh so much. Selecting Poison, one of the most underrated bands of all time, I check out the selection. Though Zan is not an Every Rose Has Its Thorn kinda guy, I play the song because I love it. And then there it is, practically shaking me by the lapels.

Well Zan is a Sexual Thing. He's right. As in all things, a kiss makes it all better.

Keep It Simple, Stupid

Monday, May 9, 2011

A Note on Author Attitude

I may be a writer but I'm a reader first and do you know what impacts my buying preferences more than anything? Author attitude. While trying to decide what books to buy for my new Kindle I had a twenty five dollar limit. I bought Maree Anderson's From the Ashes, Sandra Sookoo's Wedgie Tales and Panty Lines, Roz Lee's The Lust Boat, Elizabeth Amber's Nicholas and Joselyn Vaugnhn's Sucker for a Hot Rod. These writers have already sold me on their awesome personalities and while there are a ton of books I wanted to buy, the interaction I've had with these writers really tipped the balance in their favor, even encouraged me to push a little beyond my budget. Something to think about.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Fresh off the presses, this is from my latest WIP NO MERCY. Zan the Space Pirate has gotten himself into a sticky situation. Though Gia can't stand him she's agreed to help him out of his predicament. And his pants.

“Look all you want, I ain’t exactly shy.”
            Since he’d offered, Gia raised her gaze. She’d pretty much nailed it by calling him big man. He didn’t just have a trouser snake, he’d captured the mother anaconda. “Really? This situation does it for you?”
He had the audacity to shrug. “Men are easy.”

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

I am having so so so much fun with six sentence Sundays! Read some incredible stories and my TBR pile has grown to epic proportions. Thank you everyone for reading and commenting.
As you might have noticed my blog has received a face lift. No it wasn't for crow's feet, but to match my brand spanking new WEBSITE! Love for you all to drop by, poke around and be sure to sign up for my announce only newsletter so you can get the scoop on my latest shenanigans!

All right, no more screwing around as we get to the screwing around.  Let's cut right to the chase here with this week's six, an offering from No Limits.

Rhys took advantage of the situation and swept his tongue into her mouth in a lusty kiss. His mouth tasted of salt and spice and her recent orgasm. Gen shivered as he tangled his tongue with hers in slow strokes, exploring her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. That rock-hard shaft brushed over her belly and without conscious thought she lifted her hips, letting her body ask for the fulfillment it desperately craved. 

 He didn’t hesitate to grab his erection and align it with her sex. His eyes remained fixed on her face and he entered her in one smooth thrust. 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Nothing says Easter like a little post apocalyptic Sci-fi romance, eh?  

From The B Cubed Trilogy Book 2: Bred

Isaac opened his mouth to respond but the pounding of hoof beats overpowered the stillness of the night. The two breds turned to see a host of mounted men swarming around a gleaming white carriage. As was customary, both breds fell to their bellies making themselves as unobtrusive as possible so no fine born lady would be forced to look upon them.
“You two there,” one of the riders called out. “Rise to your knees!”
Rothguard and Isaac exchanged worried glances at the unusual command.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

This week's  six sentence Sunday offering comes from my WIP B Cubed.  Its a sci-fi romance trilogy. This is from book 1, BORN.

Usually, I float over the scorched landscape, the one great supercontinent surrounded by the two polar oceans. I see the piles of bleached bones on the light side, they span for miles, stretching back through time. Then, I find the survivors. They live in small clusters, the born colonies as they call themselves. They are the descendants of those that did believe the prophesy and went deep underground. The bred do all the work though, people grown like crops. 

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday Excerpt from NO LIMITS!

     “Rhys?” Gen peeked around the door and scanned the cabin. Was she doing the typical idiotic film broad shtick, getting in the hero’s way at a critical moment? Probably, but who said he got to be the hero of this piece anyhow? He was the fracking body snatcher!

            How had he taken over Marshal? Even though he had done almost the same thing to her hours earlier, she would have thought that Marshal would have erected some kind of defense against the invasion, since he was an empath.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The first SF Romance book I ever loved.

Though it isn't tagged as a SF romance, probably because there is only a Happily for Now ending, instead of the classic HEA. But it does hold all the elements of SFR. a relationship as the central focus of the book, as well as a vivid futuristic landscape. This book by the uber talented Peter David is without a doubt one of the best my preffered subgenre has ever offered. Even if he doesn't consider himself a member, but we'll forgive him for that ;-)

Fist published by Pocket Books in August 1992 (yes, I was twelve, but this was before the real YA push and I was sick of the Baby-Sitter Club books.) I recall the excitement when I read the jacket copy. Since I was a huge fan of ST TNG and borderline obsessed with the Riker-Troi relationship I was pretty much salivating all over myself right there in The Paper Cutter.

This book held a whole host of first for me.The first hardcover book I ever bought, the first romance based book I'd ever read. I was already in love with the show, which then was in it's fifth season (prior to the emergence of Riker's doppleganger, later named Thomas.)

 One of the things I loved most about Peter David's Star Trek books was his attention to detail. He was obviously a fan of the show, as I'd discovered when reading a few of his Star Trek  books, A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE and Q-IN-LAW, other faves of what was essentially published fan fiction. He got the characters mannerisms down to an exact science and went beyond that to explore their hearts.

I searched for years for a book that would give me the same feelings, a sense of adventure and hope as this one did. Many offered great escapes, and became favorites in other ways but after a decade I understood that if I wanted this mix of science fiction, romance, adventure and fun I'd have to write it myself.

So there's another first. Not only did this book make me love the SF romance genre, it made me want to write it as well. And is indirectly responsible for my first sale. I can only hope that one day someone says the same thing about NO LIMITS or another of my books. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Smart phone or ereader, help me pick!

So okay, I'm sure you're all wondering the same thing. Jenna, what are your plans for your book advance money?

Here's the formula I came up with. One half to promotion of this book, including conference attendance and bigger, better blog tour prizes when No Limits becomes available. One quarter to help pay off the lingering family debt from when my husband was out of work over the winter. And one quarter for me to get a special just for me treat.

I've narrowed the choices down to a smart phone and an ereader. Both have pros and cons attached. Having an ereader seems almost necessary to me at this point. They are so much cheaper and more economical than even 18 months ago. I have so many books on my wishlist, many of which will cost less as n ebook. Cons: I know it will eat into my writing time, big time.  I'm a total book junkie and if I can gobble up a new sci fi romance or erotica title vs wrestle with my imaginary friends who are being difficult, you bet I'm going to read. And read, and read.

Then there's the smart phone. It can do so much more and my little flip to talk Samsung is wheezing its last breath it's so sad and pathetic. The downside? More than doubling my phone bill with a two year contract attached. Yikes, I better start selling books or I'll have to sell excess organs to pay for that.

So here it is, Jenna's choice. What would you do? I've set up a poll on the left which will stay open until the end of April, when hopefully my new mystery will be completed. Either comment here or vote there, because some decisions are just to big for me to tackle alone!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

No Limits Up for Preorder on Amazon!!!!!

Holy frigging hell! I have a preorder price guarantee attached with my book! I have an ISBN number months in advance! It's really, really happening!

You'd think the contract, the hours of edits and revisions the phone calls with my fabulous agent would have driven the point home but nope, all it took was THIS LINK!

Go like me, I'll wait with a big fat grin pasted on my face!

 If you think this is bad, can you imagine when I get the actual cover? I'll probably hyperventilate until I pass out.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I'm done!!!! Sort of....

Well, the good news is I have hit my word count goal of 75,000 for No Limits. Loose ends have been tied, the characters have their hard earned happily ever after. The story is complete. That in itself has earned me an extra glass of wine and a long soak in the tub! If offspring and neurotic beagle cooperate, of course.

But the question still remains, are they the right 75,000 words. Are there some things I could have phrased better, for more impact? Is the story an organic cohesive whole or are their glaring issues. My crit partner hasn't been over the last two chapters yet and I have until April 15 to turn this book in sooooo....

Tomorrow, there will be revisions! And I really need to get back in the groove with the mystery I've let slide over the last several weeks.

But for tonight I am going to just enjoy knowing that I did in three weeks and one day what I doubted I could pull off in six weeks. A total rewrite of chapter four through the end, to make a stronger, better book!

Sunday, March 20, 2011


I have signed my contract for No Limits! The entire manuscript is due into Kensington by April 15th! Good thing I already did my taxes for 2010!

The main character of this book, Genevieve, has received an almost total personality overhaul. And because my books are character driven, that has translated to almost a complete rewrite of the book!

Some of the events are the same, others are totally different. I might decide to post the original as a free online read at some point to see what others think of Gen's metamorphosis. We'll have to see what the publisher thinks!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Name Change

Howdy everyone.

Just a quick update to let you know I am in the process of changing my penname. All the Lusha Lovelace stuff will now be listed under Jenna McCormick. I'm amazed at how much I spread myself around *giggle*under the Lusha persona in only a few months. So far I've updated twitter, facebook, goodreads and my website. All the accounts are the same so if you've friended me there, nothing has changed.

I'd appreciate it if you all kept an eye out for any other bits of Lusha that might still be floating in the cyber ether and let me know. My blogger profile here will remain the same, as I can't chage it without deleting everything and my lusha gmail addy is still active.

As to the reason for the change, well, believe me when I say I can not WAIT to tell you. But I sort of have to anyway.

Monday, February 7, 2011

I have an agent!

Break out the Rosa Regale and the Chocolatinis everyone! Jessica Faust from BookEnds LLC has taken my troublesome self on. And to think, I almost deleted No Limits! Rachel and Sara, you are soooooo getting a shout out in the book for stopping me before I did that!


What this means, for you non writerly types, is that a bunch of new doors just opened up for my writing. Having a quality agent means I will get professional feedback before books are submitted to publishers, and most of the bigger New York houses only take on agented submissions. BookEnds is one of the best agencies, and I'm not just saying that because she likes my voice ;-)

And yes, she's representing the other me as well, so I better knock back my wine and get cracking on Andy's story!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Naked New Year

December 31, 1998: (Names changed to protect the guilty)

            Being a homebody with no social skills to speak of has its disadvantages when it comes to New Year’s Eve invites. Dick Clark aside, I had nothing to do.  See, I was one of the boring, brainy, Start Trek watching clever people with a great deal of emotional turmoil thrown in the mix. One thing about the teenage hierarchy, if you are unlikely to strip on the tabletop, the invitations thin out.
            Hey, even drama queens need love.
            So my friend Karen announced we were going to a club. And she decided to bring her mentally ill friend, Juan, along for the ride.  With all the elements of a great night in place, we piled into my two-door red Honda civic— the Flaming Moe— and were off.  Juan was fully equipped with a bottle of peppermint schnapps and Karen had big plans to get trashed out of her little blonde head, so I was DD.
            And that my friends, is where good sense bailed for the night.
            Well, being the little overachievers that we were, we made it to downtown Poughkeepsie about two hours before anyone else.  Juan settled his goofy ass out in the parking lot with his schnapps and we girls moseyed into the club. We listened to some techno and chained smoked for about an hour before Juan made the scene, and then he partied out on the dance floor, all alone, while we smoked and snarked.
            Yeah, I know, I'm going to hell.
            Eventually other people started to show, and we decided to dance. Being girls, we could dance with each other, no questions asked. I was content to do that, figuring my soul mate wasn't into the techno scene. I'm more a metal gal at heart. But this one guy kept bumping and grinding his way in between us.  It could have been the atmosphere, but it seemed like this guy had eight arms, because whenever I pulled one off my ass, two more took its place.
            I wiggled my way into the corner, leaving Karen at the mercy of grabby octopus. Juan was face down in our booth, partied out by 9:43.  He probably shouldn't have finished the whole frigging bottle; I doubt it mixed well with his antipsychotic meds.
             Karen and the grabby octopus sashayed over.
            "Hey, this guy's having a party at his place, wanna go?"
            "What about Juan?" I stalled.  I really didn't want to go home with some guy and see his bowl of severed fingers. If there's a lunatic in a five mile radius, he'll sense a kindred spirit and zero in on me.
            But Karen insisted, mostly because grabby octopus had bribed her with thoughts of a well stocked bar.
            So we dragged Juan and tossed him into Moe and the whole way down route nine, we're making contingency plans.
            "So, okay, if these guys seem off, we'll fake the Technicolor yawn and bee-line for the stairs."
            "And we do have a guy with us." Karen pointed to Juan who was drooling on my upholstery.
            Yup. That was the plan. 
            We parked, shook Juan awake and trundled upstairs.
            So we get to this apartment and follow the grabby octopus and his silent side-kick upstairs. There were three other people, but they made enough noise for twenty. Grabby announces he's a bartender and he keeps his place well stocked, so he can practice his trade on his roommates.
            His roommates turn out to be this hyper little bleach blonde, who could not shut up, and her boyfriend, who wasn't able to do more than grunt, and another guy, who was practically salivating over Karen. The radio was cranking and apparently that was enough to give Juan his second wind.  He was up and grooving while Miss Hyper USA cheered and the no-neck guy glowered.
            "How about some sex on the beach?"  Grabby had latched onto me, doing a very repulsive eyebrow wiggle. I was practically intoxicated by the fumes coming off of him.
            "I'm good."  I smiled thinly and handed the drink to Juan.
           "Hey guys!  Let's play the mug game!"  The blonde shrieked at us and all the guys, including Juan, start chanting, "mug, mug, mug."
            I cut my gaze to Karen, who was busy tossing back beers. The only other person in the room was Mr. Taciturn, who hadn't said a thing.
            "What's the mug game?" I asked him.  I'd led a somewhat repressed life and there are some things I just don't know, I figured the mug game was one of the holes in my social knowledge.
            "It's this game Bryan made up."
            I had no idea who Bryan was, but the game consisted of a bunch of little pieces of paper folded in half with instructions on them. The mug was passed around, and we each picked a paper. 
            The quite guy next to me started.  "Name your favorite sexual position." He looked up.  "Well I don't know what it's called…"
            Three sets of hands lunge for the coffee table and whip out the largest version of the Karma Sutra I'd ever seen. It was bigger than the 22 inch TV.
             Mr. Taciturn flips through, points to his fave (Congress of Crow) and then it's my turn.
            So there I sat, thinking, Hey, this isn't so bad. There's been no blood shed, everyone else is drunk, but they're all happy drunk, what the hell? And I open my little scrap of paper.
            "Masturbate with a beer bottle." I read.  I started sputtering.
            "Ooooohhhhhhh Angie!"
            "Don't worry," Mr. Taciturn was the only one who noticed I'd lost the smidgen of color I usually had. "Only Angie has to do this one."
            Angie, the bubbly blonde, staggered into the kitchen to rinse a beer bottle.
            "She's really gonna do this?" Karen was almost through a six pack and I could see she was looking forward to the upcoming entertainment.
            I was pretty sure I wasn't and my face showed it.
            "What's the matter, girl?" Grabby Octopus slurred at me. "There ain't nothing wrong with the human body."
            And to prove his point he started stripping.  Before you could say Caligula, everyone else, including the traitorous Juan, joined him.
            I'm not a prude.  I am, however full of inhibitions and getting naked with a group of strangers is not my idea of a rockin’ time.  Someone could at least buy me dinner first.
            So there's little old sober and fully clothed  me, slightly less sober Mr. Taciturn, who had thankfully left his pants on, Juan with one holey sock on his left foot, and drunk and naked everyone else.  
            A lesser woman would have run.  A smarter woman wouldn't have ended up there in the first place. I sat there biting my lip and smoking like there was no tomorrow. 
            Angie returned with her sanitized beer bottle, but the clock struck midnight and the radio announced 1999 and started blaring Prince's 1999. Everyone was on his or her feet, naked and moshing. The beer bottle was knocked over in all the excitement and smashed to the floor. The blonde started to cry and her boyfriend shouted at her.  I think it must have been Divine intervention.
             Karen had vanished with the guy who'd been lusting over her so I fixed my attention on Juan's one sock.  I was tempted to ask him about it, but I was worried he'd put it somewhere else. Angie and her boyfriend disappeared into a bedroom, probably to have wild monkey sex.
            The song ended and the coaxing started.  Let me tell you, if you've never been the only person dressed in a room full of the nude and inebriated, there is a major push to conform.  Grabby Octopus ushered me into the kitchen and proceeded to stick his tongue down my throat. A moment later, he rushed for the bathroom.  Not my finest hour. 
            Karen, who was down to just an unbuttoned flannel shirt, was evicted from the bathroom with a goofy grin.  "I love you, Jenna."
            I really fucking hate when someone tells me they love me when they're drunk and I'm sober.  It usually means I have hours of grief and baby-sitting ahead of me. 
            "Why aren't you naked?" Karen seemed genuinely surprised.  I may have been in Rome but the Romans could kiss my fully covered backside. I blew air between my teeth before lighting another smoke.
            Juan was passed out yet again and Karen was atypically quite. I'd sought out Mr. Taciturn, since he was at least semi-sober and tried to talk with him, about anything that didn't involve the words naked and drunk.  Unfortunately, Grabby Octopus had other ideas.  Before I knew what had happened, he made his presence known by standing on the coffee table, beating his chest and overtly challenging Mr. Taciturn.
            I gathered my wayward chicks and their discarded feathers, and beat a hasty retreat. There was a crash and a thump as we hit the landing.
            "Oh my God," Karen was coming around. "Oh my God!"
            I shoved Juan into the backseat, threw a pile of clothes on top of him and roared off down route nine.
            "Those guys just got in a fight!" Karen eyes were bloodshot.  "They got in a fight, over you!"
            "No they didn't."  My voice sounded so calm.  "They got in a fight because they were idiots."
            Karen turned to look out the windshield. "We will never speak of this night again."
But of course, we told everyone. Hey, it’s a good story.
So that was my wildest night evah! Probably the night that inspired my book, No Limits. Because although I have very obvious limits, I always wondered what it would be like to have none, to just go with the flow, wherverer it might take you. 
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