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.