<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064</id><updated>2012-02-24T06:23:52.891-08:00</updated><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Free Read'/><category term='No Mercy'/><category term='Redeeming Characters'/><category term='writing playlists'/><category term='No Limits'/><category term='Preorder'/><category term='revisions'/><category term='Cover Art'/><category term='Kindle Fire'/><category term='Computer Issues'/><category term='Oh Happy Day'/><category term='SFRB'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='It&apos;s Naked Time'/><category term='Author attitude'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='Blog hopping'/><category term='B Cubed book 2 Bred'/><category term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category term='NaNoWriMo'/><category term='Jenna McCormick'/><category term='Blog Tours'/><category term='B Cubed'/><category term='Agent'/><category term='G'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='themesongs'/><category term='guest authors'/><category term='Head Over Heels'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='Bound in the Boardroom'/><category term='finished draft'/><category term='Jennifer L Hart'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='Name change'/><category term='Blog awards'/><category term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category term='edits'/><category term='party time'/><category term='character transformation'/><category term='ereader vs smartphones'/><category term='New Release'/><title type='text'>No Limits</title><subtitle type='html'>A BLOG...A BOOK...AN ATTITUDE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6211844867656307487</id><published>2012-01-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:24:11.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle Fire'/><title type='text'>The moment you've all been waiting for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVfuEevykk/TxSFLG1mnyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LspfcbZJqds/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVfuEevykk/TxSFLG1mnyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LspfcbZJqds/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you, whether you followed the whole tour or stopped by&amp;nbsp; at random intervals. I hope you've enjoyed the tour. I know I sure have, but if I don't do more writing soon there won't be anything to promote and we all want to do this again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my prattle, on with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualifiers: &lt;cite&gt; &lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;1. Mary Preston,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;2. Tracy Haidle, 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;Monica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;4. Sondrea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt; 5.Maria D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;, 6.Gail Hart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt; 7.Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt; 8. Heather Cox,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt; 9. Kaye Manro, 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;Laurie A. Green, 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;Catherine Lee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt; 12. Lindsey E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the Kindle Fire has been selected by &lt;a href="http://www.random.org/"&gt;http://www.random.org/&lt;/a&gt; is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Number 4. Sondrea!&lt;/span&gt; Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email me at Jenna@authorjennamac.com and I will get you your prize ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6211844867656307487?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6211844867656307487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6211844867656307487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6211844867656307487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='The moment you&apos;ve all been waiting for....'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVfuEevykk/TxSFLG1mnyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LspfcbZJqds/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1666927481369272815</id><published>2012-01-16T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:36:39.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Last Chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone, this is your last chance to be entered in the drawing for  the Kindle Fire! Be sure that you have posted a comment on EVERY stop  along the blog tour, yes I will be checking. The drawing will be this  afternoon. I will be blasting this out to newsletter subscribers, so if you are entered, you should be seeing this twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All links on this list have been verified, just in case you missed one! Good luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 3: &lt;a href="http://www.writersgonewild.blogspot.com/2012/01/aint-technology-grand.html"&gt;Writers Gone Wild.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND an &lt;a href="http://kyliegriffinromance.blogspot.com/2012/01/topic-in-galaxy-far-far-awaywith-jenna.html"&gt;Interview at Kylie Griffin's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 4: &lt;a href="http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/naked-new-year.html"&gt;Naked New Year Blog&lt;/a&gt; and A Giveaway!&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Winner taterbug)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5:&lt;a href="http://francespauli.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-with-author-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://francespauli.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-with-author-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt;Frances Pauli Blog Interview&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6: &lt;a href="http://www.bookloversinc.com/2012/01/06/guest-post-the-future-of-sex-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Book Lovers and A Giveaway &lt;b&gt;(Winner TBA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 7: &lt;a href="http://sosaloha.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-this-day-in-1927-at-bean-trans.html"&gt;SOS Aloha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Winners- Stacie D., Tammy S., Black Roze, Sheree, Danielle G., Estella, Maria D., &amp;nbsp;Mary, Heather, and Catherine Lee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;January 9: &lt;a href="http://www.jeanettegrey.com/2012/01/guest-blog-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Jeanette Grey Blog and A Giveaway&lt;b&gt; (Winner Heather Cox)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 10: &lt;a href="http://kayemanro.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt;Kaye Manro Blog and A Giveaway Winner &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Maria D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 11:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/talking-with-intergalactic-princess-jenna-mccormick/"&gt; Interview at Believing is Seeing and A Giveaway &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Winner TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12: &lt;a href="http://smartgirlsscifi.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/no-limits-blog-tour-guest-jenna-mccormick/"&gt;Smart Girls love SciFi and Paranormal Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;a href="http://jccassels.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/jenna-mccormick-no-limits-guest-blogger/"&gt;Gotta Name My Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 13: &lt;a href="http://www.thegalaxyexpress.net/2012/01/interview-with-jenna-mccormick-by-diane.html#more"&gt;Interview at the Galaxy Express and A Giveaway&lt;b&gt; (Winner TBA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 15: &lt;a href="http://spacefreighters.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-with-guest-author-jenna.html"&gt;Space Freighters Lounge and a Giveaway &lt;b&gt;(Winner TBA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: You MUST comment on every single blog post listed AND sign up for my &lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/contact.html#newsletter"&gt;newsletter. &lt;/a&gt;Newsletter subscribers will also have a chance to win copies of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1666927481369272815?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1666927481369272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-chance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1666927481369272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1666927481369272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-607954179030616972</id><published>2012-01-15T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:04:11.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Welcome to our last stop!&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically second to last since I still have the great big giveaway to announce. But first let's do a little catch up work. Kim from SOS Aloha would like to collect the winner's addresses herself. If you have won one of the ten copies from SOS Aloha please contact Kim at &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sos.aloha@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Winners for the SOS Aloha blog are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Stacie D., Tammy S., Black Roze, Sheree, Danielle G., Estella, Maria D., &amp;nbsp;Mary, Heather, and Catherine Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Congratulations to all of you! Be sure to email Kim so she can get me your address. And if you already won a book,worry not I will find another prize for you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't won yet, worry not, there are still some giveaways up for grabs. BookLovers, Believing is Seeing and The Galaxy Express as well as today's post. Plus the three winners from my Newletter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's link:&lt;a href="http://spacefreighters.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-with-guest-author-jenna.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spacefreighters Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-607954179030616972?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/607954179030616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/607954179030616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/607954179030616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-11.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Day 11'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-2812453972637590668</id><published>2012-01-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:55:41.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sung badly to the tune of Happy Birthday) Congratulations to me, congratulations to me, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; made bestseller on Amazon Canada and I couldn't have done it without all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be more impressive if I could provide the link, but it's been bumped back off the list since yesterday afternoon when I say it had reached #94 in fiction-romance-erotica. But I saw it and squealed like a stuck pig so I know it definitely happened! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're winding down our blog tour, only two more stops to go. Tomorrow is a day off, but I will be posting results from the giveaways we haven't heard from yet. I had trouble with my internet connection yesterday, which is why some of the comments didn't receive replies on yesterday's posts. I'll try to catch up today.&lt;br /&gt;Today's link: &lt;a href="http://www.thegalaxyexpress.net/2012/01/interview-with-jenna-mccormick-by-diane.html#more"&gt;The Galaxy Express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2812453972637590668?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2812453972637590668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-ten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2812453972637590668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2812453972637590668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-ten.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Day Ten'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-471533843912020168</id><published>2012-01-12T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:34:11.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>No Limits Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we had a wee bit of confusion over the posting yesterday. What I hadn't realized was that some of you were checking the original post for the tour stops, which in theory should work and bring you right to the daily post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory. Two words guaranteed to cause a SNAFU. Because I didn't realized yesterday's link didn't update but instead sent you to the post that was up when I originally went to the blog. Whoopsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sandra Sookoo believing is seeing link IS now corrected to take you directly to my interview.&lt;br /&gt;And on Sunday, when the last guest post goes live I will make sure all the scheduled links are connected directly to the post and send that out again in my newsletter, so you can all make sure you've commented on every valid post. You are signed up for my newsletter by now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also announce the giveaway winners to date, because I know there have been a few blogs we haven't heard from yet.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of winners, the winner from the Kaye Manro's blog stop is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Maria D! Congratulations! &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Send me your mailing address to jenna@authorjennamac.com and I will get your book to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On to today's two stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartgirlsscifi.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/no-limits-blog-tour-guest-jenna-mccormick/"&gt;Link to Smart Girls love Sci Fi and paranormal romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jccassels.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/jenna-mccormick-no-limits-guest-blogger/"&gt;Link to Gotta Name my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-471533843912020168?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/471533843912020168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/471533843912020168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/471533843912020168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-day-nine.html' title='No Limits Day Nine'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-458852441059582770</id><published>2012-01-11T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:13:01.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get to today's link, I want to say a few things about the author-reader relationship. This is going to sound hokey as all get-out but I believe that part of my job as a writer is to provide a quality reading experience. If I don't no one buys my books then I don't get paid! The reader is the most essential part of a book release like this one, you readers have the power to make or break the next sale for an author. How? By recommending books that you love and not downloading pirated books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of hate and snark and whatnot floating around out there. Piracy is a big issue for authors, especially in the digital age. We have no defense against this, other than to not write our books and I'm here to tell you the voices in my head WON'T let that happen. I want to share my stories with you and I need to make a living otherwise it's back to asking&amp;nbsp; "Do you want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor. If you like my books, recommend them to other readers, help me create a buzz by reviewing them and don't download them for free.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school special over. Now back to the main event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Link &lt;a href="http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/talking-with-intergalactic-princess-jenna-mccormick/"&gt;Interview at Sandra Sookoo's believing is seeing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-458852441059582770?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/458852441059582770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-eight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/458852441059582770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/458852441059582770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-eight.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Day Eight'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-203072278452568199</id><published>2012-01-10T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:15:25.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour: The halfway point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read that right, we are now officially halfway through the No Limits Blog Tour. This is a great place to be if you are me, all the blogs are written and other than chit chatting with all of my and trips to the post office my job is pretty much done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trips to the post office, the wonderful Jeanette Gray announced the winner for the giveaway on her blog and the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heather!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Congratulations! email me your address at jenna@authorjennamac.com and I will get your book in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, between Book Lovers and SOS Aloha there are still eleven copies to be drawn from which we will find out about on Saturday. Plus the three copies to Newsletter subscribers in January. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/contact.html#newsletter"&gt;Have you signed up for my newsletter yet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? And guess what, there's another one today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to today's link.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayemanro.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt; Kaye Manro's Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-203072278452568199?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/203072278452568199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-halfway-point.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/203072278452568199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/203072278452568199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-halfway-point.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour: The halfway point'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvA0-23pNAo/TwwbW9OwA0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeHxfyBJ83c/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6985735723911346032</id><published>2012-01-09T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:37:32.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFRB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><title type='text'>No Limits blog tour day six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New week, new links. Welcome to day six of the No Limits blog tour!&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to those of you who voted in the Science Fiction Romance Brigade's heats for my stories &lt;i&gt;B Cubed&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Stellar Timing&lt;/i&gt;. Double thanks for those who retweeted and spread the word about the pitch tournament. It was a huge success and I'm happy to report that BOTH of my pitches made it to the final round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This first link is totally unofficial, won't count to the Grand Prize but the brigade is doing a drawing from the pool of commenters for a $15.00 Amazon giftcard so you might want to check it out (and throw me a vote while you are there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfrcontests.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-sfr-pitch-tournament-final-round.html"&gt;Link to the Science Fiction Romance Brigade's pitch tournament finals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's official visit is to my fellow futuristic romance author Jeanette Gray where I talk about striking a balance with science fiction romance and I'm giving away one copy of No Limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanettegrey.com/2012/01/guest-blog-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Visit Jeanette's blog Official Blog Tour Stop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6985735723911346032?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6985735723911346032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6985735723911346032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6985735723911346032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-six.html' title='No Limits blog tour day six'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-5790736786895548738</id><published>2012-01-07T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T04:48:00.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s1600/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s320/bannerjennanolimits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; day five, right? This week with the extra New Year's holiday has totally thrown me off my game. Whatever day it is, there's a great big &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; giveaway over at my pal Kim Adams SOS Aloha blog today. I have donated TEN copies to help support our troops and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Our Soldiers (SOS) America Inc. is a 501(c)(3) non profit  organization which enables romance readers to support military families.  SOS was founded by Kathryn Falk, CEO of Romantic Times BookReview  Magazine, and is registered with the DOD's "America Supports You"  Network. For more information about SOS America Inc., contact Kim Adams,  &lt;a href="mailto:sos.america@yahoo.com"&gt;sos.america@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So go forth and comment! I'll see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://sosaloha.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-this-day-in-1927-at-bean-trans.html"&gt;SOS Aloha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-5790736786895548738?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/5790736786895548738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-five.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5790736786895548738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5790736786895548738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-five.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Day Five'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR8UreKszo/Twg-3ewd0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JuKtx2nP6BY/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1027633902641433878</id><published>2012-01-06T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T04:19:04.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour: Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another day on tour! Don't know about all of you but I haven't wrecked any hotel rooms yet. Today's post is about action of a different kind and includes another book giveaway, so fasten your seat belts and get your lighters ready for the ballad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookloversinc.com/2012/01/06/guest-post-the-future-of-sex-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Link: Book Lovers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1027633902641433878?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1027633902641433878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1027633902641433878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1027633902641433878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-four.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour: Day Four'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6252602071249279202</id><published>2012-01-05T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T04:04:01.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did we ever have a huge turn out yesterday! I hope those of you who came for the New Year's blog hop will stick with us for the rest of the No Limits blog tour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update: I was made aware of a problem with comments on this blog and I have altered the comments to accept anonymous posts. If you are posting anonymously, be sure to leave the same name so I count you for the blog tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've bared it all with my Naked New Year post it's time to get back on the road again. Oh but wait, I need to announce the winner of the copy of &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;! How could I forget that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taterbug!&lt;/span&gt; Congratulations! Email me at jenna (at) authorjennamac (dot) com with your address and I will get your copy in the mail ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone else for dropping in and I hope you will continue on with us! There are several more giveaways coming up in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today's link: &lt;a href="http://francespauli.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-with-author-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt;Interview with Frances Pauli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6252602071249279202?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6252602071249279202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-three.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6252602071249279202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6252602071249279202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-three.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Day Three'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3100260781636224992</id><published>2012-01-04T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T05:57:23.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Tours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Naked Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Naked New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;December 31, 1998: (Names changed to protect the guilty ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; See, I was one of the boring, brainy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Start Trek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey, even drama queens need love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And that my friends, is where good sense bailed for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, being the little overachievers that we were, we made it to downtown Poughkeepsie about two hours before anyone else.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know, I'm going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; He probably shouldn't have finished the whole frigging bottle; I doubt it mixed well with his antipsychotic meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Karen and the grabby octopus sashayed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey, this guy's having a party at his place, wanna go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What about Juan?" I stalled.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Karen insisted, mostly because grabby octopus had bribed her with thoughts of a well stocked bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYggTlztYI/Tu-axJRy7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zd1JJffTLmQ/s1600/New+Year+Blog+Hop+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYggTlztYI/Tu-axJRy7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zd1JJffTLmQ/s1600/New+Year+Blog+Hop+Final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we dragged Juan and tossed him into Moe and the whole way down route nine, we're making contingency plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "So, okay, if these guys seem off, we'll fake the Technicolor yawn and bee-line for the stairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "And we do have a guy with us." Karen pointed to Juan who was drooling on my upholstery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yup. That was the plan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We parked, shook Juan awake and trundled upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; He was up and grooving while Miss Hyper USA cheered and the no-neck guy glowered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "How about some &lt;i&gt;sex on the beach&lt;/i&gt;?"&amp;nbsp; Grabby had latched onto me, doing a very repulsive eyebrow wiggle. I was practically intoxicated by the fumes coming off of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I'm good."&amp;nbsp; I smiled thinly and handed the drink to Juan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey guys!&amp;nbsp; Let's play the mug game!"&amp;nbsp; The blonde shrieked at us and all the guys, including Juan, start chanting, "mug, mug, mug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What's the mug game?" I asked him.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "It's this game Bryan made up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The quite guy next to me started.&amp;nbsp; "Name your favorite sexual position." He looked up.&amp;nbsp; "Well I don't know what it's called…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mr. Taciturn flips through, points to his fave (Congress of Crow) and then it's my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So there I sat, thinking, &lt;i&gt;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? &lt;/i&gt;And I open my little scrap of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;"Masturbate with a beer bottle." I read.&amp;nbsp; I started sputtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Ooooohhhhhhh Angie!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angie, the bubbly blonde, staggered into the kitchen to rinse a beer bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure I wasn't and my face showed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What's the matter, girl?" Grabby Octopus slurred at me. "There ain't nothing wrong with the human body." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And to prove his point he started stripping.&amp;nbsp; Before you could say Caligula, everyone else, including the traitorous Juan, joined him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not a prude.&amp;nbsp; I am, however full of inhibitions and getting naked with a group of strangers is not my idea of a rockin’ time.&amp;nbsp; Someone could at least buy me dinner first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So there's little old sober and fully clothed&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lesser woman would have run.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angie returned with her sanitized beer bottle, but the clock struck midnight and the radio announced 1999 and started blaring &lt;i&gt;Prince's 1999&lt;/i&gt;.  Everyone was on&amp;nbsp;his or her&amp;nbsp;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.&amp;nbsp; I think it must have been Divine intervention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Karen had vanished with the guy who'd been lusting over her so I fixed my attention on Juan's one sock.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The song ended and the coaxing started.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; Grabby  Octopus ushered me into the kitchen and proceeded to stick his tongue  down my throat. A moment later, he rushed for the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Not my finest hour.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Karen, who was down to just an unbuttoned flannel shirt, was evicted from the bathroom with a goofy grin.&amp;nbsp; "I love you, Jenna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really fucking hate when someone tells me they love me when they're drunk and I'm sober.&amp;nbsp; It usually means I have hours of grief and baby-sitting ahead of me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why aren't you naked?" Karen seemed genuinely surprised.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Grabby Octopus had other ideas.&amp;nbsp; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh my God," Karen was coming around. "Oh my God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I shoved Juan into the backseat, threw a pile of clothes on top of him and roared off down route nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Those guys just got in a fight!" Karen eyes were bloodshot.&amp;nbsp; "They got in a fight, over you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No they didn't."&amp;nbsp; My voice sounded so calm.&amp;nbsp; "They got in a fight because they were idiots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Karen turned to look out the windshield. "We will never speak of this night again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But of course, we told everyone. Hey, it’s a good story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that was my wildest night evah! Probably the night that inspired my book, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;. Because although I have very obvious limits, I always wondered what it would be like to have none, to just go with the flow, wherever it might take you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrj7aAwYFDY/TvnqGblzc2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CQjqCPSiyXc/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrj7aAwYFDY/TvnqGblzc2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CQjqCPSiyXc/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One random commenter will win a copy of my futuristic erotic romance,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;No Limits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This blog is part of the New Year Blog Hop Grand Prize is a Kindle Fire! Second Prize to another winner is an $80.00 Amazon Gift Card! Winner for the copy of No Limits will be announced tomorrow here on the No Limits blog. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments. Links to other blogs participating in the New Year Blog Hop below. Best of luck and happy new year! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=118374" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3100260781636224992?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3100260781636224992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/naked-new-year.html#comment-form' title='90 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3100260781636224992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3100260781636224992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/naked-new-year.html' title='Naked New Year'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s72-c/no+limits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>90</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-4711940648586065386</id><published>2012-01-02T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:31:10.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Welcome to the No Limits Blog tour! So so, glad you could join me in celebrating the release of my new futuristic erotic romance, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;, now available from Kensington Aphrodisia! So get ready to have some fun and comment your heart out because I'm going to be giving away tons of books and at the very end of the tour (Jan 16) a Kindle Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a decent size prize and in order to win it you MUST post a comment on every single stop on the tour. &lt;br /&gt;My blog here, also named No Limits, is going to be home base. Every day, other than days when the post is here I will post the direct link to the daily post.Comments made on the guiding post DO NOT COUNT, okay, so be sure to follow the link. I've vetted all of the blogs, I won't take you to anywhere nasty, scout's honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if you don't get to a post right away, I won't be checking for finalists until the sixteenth of January. A couple of the posts happen on weekends, so I want to give everyone plenty of time to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you MUST sign up for my &lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/contact.html#newsletter"&gt;NEWSLETTER&lt;/a&gt; to be entered in the grand prize drawing. Why? Because, I want to let you know about other fun events and promotions having to do with this book and others. I'm looking for more than a quick &lt;i&gt;wham, bam, thank you ma'am &lt;/i&gt;here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word on the prizes: Nothing is set in stone. If the prize is a print copy of &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; and you would prefer a Kindle or Nook version, I can substitute that for you. I'm even available on Kindlegraph as @authorjennamac via twitter so you can still get a signed copy! If the grand prize winner would rather have the gift card equivalent, I'll arrange that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL be shipping internationally, so if you do want that hard copy but you live on the other side of the globe, don't worry, I've got you covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions can be directed to me at jenna@authorjennamac.com or left in the comments of this post. And without further ado I give you today's links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyliegriffinromance.blogspot.com/2012/01/topic-in-galaxy-far-far-awaywith-jenna.html"&gt;Post One: Kylie Griffin's Blog Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://writersgonewild.blogspot.com/2012/01/aint-technology-grand.html"&gt;Post Two: Writers Gone Wild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-4711940648586065386?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/4711940648586065386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-1.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/4711940648586065386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/4711940648586065386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-blog-tour-day-1.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour: Day 1'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-2768446711585231373</id><published>2012-01-01T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:25:28.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog hopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'>Winner and Official release day!</title><content type='html'>And the winner of &lt;i&gt;B Cubed, Book One: Born&lt;/i&gt;, from the day the sun stopped shining blog tour is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna! Congrats, I'll send your prize ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-limits-blog-tour-schedule-and-chance.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s320/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you everyone who stopped by and I hope you will be back on Tuesday the third for the &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; blog tour, where you have several chances to win copies of my new futuristic erotic romance, &lt;i&gt;No Limits, &lt;/i&gt;now available from Kensington books. Click on the banner to view the original post for rules and the full blog tour schedule. 2012 promises to be out of this world. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No Limits: Now available wherever books are sold. Buy your copy for &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-limits-jenna-mccormick/1100754552?ean=9780758277800&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri=jenna+mccormick"&gt;NOOK&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Limits-ebook/dp/B005JSZONG/ref=ntt_at_ep_edition_2_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2768446711585231373?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2768446711585231373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/winner-and-official-release-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2768446711585231373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2768446711585231373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/winner-and-official-release-day.html' title='Winner and Official release day!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s72-c/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6294355946788457582</id><published>2011-12-26T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:01:21.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog hopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'>The Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cassandra’s Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;he 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“You there! What are you doing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Don’t!” I scream when he reaches for the latch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She uncoils the whip from her belt. “You leave me no choice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://michealrivers.com/blog/"&gt;Micheal Rivers' web site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6294355946788457582?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6294355946788457582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-sun-stopped-shining-blog-tour.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6294355946788457582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6294355946788457582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-sun-stopped-shining-blog-tour.html' title='The Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRN-iILhUT0/TviYqqkzCoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lIwdQ27zwQY/s72-c/BCubed_1200_72dpi%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-2701179838829195391</id><published>2011-12-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:32:54.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits Blog Tour'/><title type='text'>No Limits Blog Tour Schedule and chance to win a Kindle Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ZaU4wDFho/TvCdXvxk_zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uycu8k0_L1M/s1600/bannerjennanolimits%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays, gang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;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, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; and for one lucky participant, a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0051VVOB2/ref=famstripe_kf"&gt;Kindle Fire&lt;/a&gt;! (or the Amazon gift card equivalent, winner's choice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these things are wicked cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January 1: Happy New Year and &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; Release Date&lt;br /&gt;January 3: &lt;a href="http://www.writersgonewild.blogspot.com/2012/01/aint-technology-grand.html"&gt;Writers Gone Wild.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND an &lt;a href="http://kyliegriffinromance.blogspot.com/2012/01/topic-in-galaxy-far-far-awaywith-jenna.html"&gt;Interview at Kylie Griffin's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 4: &lt;a href="http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2012/01/naked-new-year.html"&gt;Naked New Year Blog&lt;/a&gt; and A Giveaway!&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Winner taterbug)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5:&lt;a href="http://francespauli.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-with-author-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://francespauli.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-with-author-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt;Frances Pauli Blog Interview&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6: &lt;a href="http://www.bookloversinc.com/2012/01/06/guest-post-the-future-of-sex-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Book Lovers and A Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 7: &lt;a href="http://sosaloha.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-this-day-in-1927-at-bean-trans.html"&gt;SOS Aloha (Winners&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Stacie D., Tammy S., Black Roze, Sheree, Danielle G., Estella, Maria D., &amp;nbsp;Mary, Heather, and Catherine Lee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;January 9: &lt;a href="http://www.jeanettegrey.com/2012/01/guest-blog-by-jenna-mccormick-giveaway/"&gt;Jeanette Grey Blog and A Giveaway&lt;b&gt; (Winner Heather Cox)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 10: &lt;a href="http://kayemanro.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-jenna-mccormick.html"&gt;Kaye Manro Blog and A Giveaway Winner &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Maria D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 11:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/talking-with-intergalactic-princess-jenna-mccormick/"&gt; Interview at Believing is Seeing and A Giveaway &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Winner TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12: &lt;a href="http://smartgirlsscifi.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/no-limits-blog-tour-guest-jenna-mccormick/"&gt;Smart Girls love SciFi and Paranormal Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;a href="http://jccassels.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/jenna-mccormick-no-limits-guest-blogger/"&gt;Gotta Name My Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 13: &lt;a href="http://www.thegalaxyexpress.net/2012/01/interview-with-jenna-mccormick-by-diane.html#more"&gt;Interview at the Galaxy Express and A Giveaway&lt;b&gt; (Winner TBA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 15: &lt;a href="http://spacefreighters.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-limits-with-guest-author-jenna.html"&gt;Space Freighters Lounge and a Giveaway (Winner TBA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: You MUST comment on every single blog post listed AND sign up for my &lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/contact.html#newsletter"&gt;newsletter. &lt;/a&gt;Newsletter subscribers will also have a chance to win copies of the book.&lt;br /&gt;Fanning me on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJennaMcCormick"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; wouldn't go amiss either. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy your holidays and get ready to&amp;nbsp; ring in the new year with a glimpse into the future!&lt;br /&gt;~Jenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2701179838829195391?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2701179838829195391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-limits-blog-tour-schedule-and-chance.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2701179838829195391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2701179838829195391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-limits-blog-tour-schedule-and-chance.html' title='No Limits Blog Tour Schedule and chance to win a Kindle Fire!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB6d7rr_KIo/Tu-zDU37TEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WQdjoLN2dTU/s72-c/no+limits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-5052640730465929238</id><published>2011-12-14T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:18:44.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed book 2 Bred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Release'/><title type='text'>B Cubed Book Two: Bred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/images/Bred.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bred" border="0" height="300" src="http://www.authorjennamac.com/images/Bred.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 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.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B Cubed&lt;br /&gt;Book Two: Bred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Booksareafont"&gt;BUY: &lt;span class="style2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cubed-Book-Two-Bred-ebook/dp/B006JTBUSW/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_6" target="_blank"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1107909735?ean=2940013802056" target="_blank"&gt;Nook&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bcubedbooktwobred-654559-143.html" target="_blank"&gt;ARe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-5052640730465929238?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/5052640730465929238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/b-cubed-book-two-bred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5052640730465929238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5052640730465929238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/12/b-cubed-book-two-bred.html' title='B Cubed Book Two: Bred'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-76247538702156016</id><published>2011-11-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:36:40.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed book 2 Bred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Release'/><title type='text'>B Cubed Book 2: Bred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbTs5XZOuDw/TshnV90JqBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PiejLL_QsGc/s1600/Bred_1200_72dpi%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbTs5XZOuDw/TshnV90JqBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PiejLL_QsGc/s320/Bred_1200_72dpi%25283%2529.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still have to write up a compelling blurb but I'm so excited and I just had to share this spectacular cover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-76247538702156016?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/76247538702156016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-cubed-book-2-bred.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/76247538702156016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/76247538702156016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-cubed-book-2-bred.html' title='B Cubed Book 2: Bred'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbTs5XZOuDw/TshnV90JqBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PiejLL_QsGc/s72-c/Bred_1200_72dpi%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-98110287717471534</id><published>2011-10-12T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:53:20.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Who wants to win a copy of No Limits?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="goodreadsGiveawayWidget15801"&gt;Are you on Goodreads? 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I know both the Laundry Hag and I have been MIA lately but I'm back with some awesome news!&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; B Cubed Book One: Born&lt;/i&gt; in now available! This is such a cool world, and I'm not just saying that because I made it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; the intensity of his stare on her naked flesh and it made her burn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“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.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1610I9m_Ao/Tl-ShTzv5wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9VRTCeKaDUs/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1610I9m_Ao/Tl-ShTzv5wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9VRTCeKaDUs/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2372063989162462204?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2372063989162462204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-sentence-sunday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2372063989162462204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2372063989162462204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-sentence-sunday.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyVQVUQDDA/Tl-Sb4FkaWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9SNv6_N1TQc/s72-c/BCubed_1200_72dpi%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1252999187947345197</id><published>2011-09-02T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T07:26:22.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyVQVUQDDA/Tl-Sb4FkaWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9SNv6_N1TQc/s1600/BCubed_1200_72dpi%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyVQVUQDDA/Tl-Sb4FkaWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9SNv6_N1TQc/s320/BCubed_1200_72dpi%25282%2529.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Born:&lt;/b&gt; Natural born humans are precious few and dwell in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bred:&lt;/b&gt; Genetically engineered slaves who are the protectors of the Born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borg:&lt;/b&gt; The cybernetically enhanced enclave that split from the Born humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B Cubed Book One: Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Available for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cubed-Book-One-Born-ebook/dp/B005KLVOFY/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1314972083&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1105313899?ean=2940013063068&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri=b%2bcubed"&gt;Nook&lt;/a&gt; and at &lt;a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bcubedbookoneborn-599304-143.html"&gt;ARe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; A Bred who reaches beyond his station will  be recycled immediately, yet Cormack cannot get her visage out of his  mind.&amp;nbsp; Until he unearths a box, buried long before the earth stopped  spinning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 150%; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1252999187947345197?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1252999187947345197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/09/born-natural-born-humans-are-precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1252999187947345197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1252999187947345197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/09/born-natural-born-humans-are-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyVQVUQDDA/Tl-Sb4FkaWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9SNv6_N1TQc/s72-c/BCubed_1200_72dpi%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6553644754980111946</id><published>2011-08-14T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T04:04:36.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday No Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0uDf3iYWoA/TaH3kmCTeII/AAAAAAAAACg/4oc-F-hs4tQ/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0uDf3iYWoA/TaH3kmCTeII/AAAAAAAAACg/4oc-F-hs4tQ/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Limits-Jenna-McCormick/dp/0758272855/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_3" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlRZuUMHuQ/TkKPchHRD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MH_SpsfgeHQ/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New cover, new six from &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;. Click the cover to preorder from Amazon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;Rhys let his conscious mind drift, so not to dwell on the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;discomfort. Even though his body was trapped light years away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;twinges from his physical self produced a phantom pain that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;resounded in his empathic essence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6553644754980111946?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6553644754980111946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday-no-limits.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6553644754980111946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6553644754980111946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday-no-limits.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday No Limits'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0uDf3iYWoA/TaH3kmCTeII/AAAAAAAAACg/4oc-F-hs4tQ/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-649334741541313802</id><published>2011-08-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T07:03:25.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cover Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Cover for No Limits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlRZuUMHuQ/TkKPchHRD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MH_SpsfgeHQ/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlRZuUMHuQ/TkKPchHRD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MH_SpsfgeHQ/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is a picture worth 1000 words? You tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-649334741541313802?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/649334741541313802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/cover-for-no-limits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/649334741541313802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/649334741541313802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/cover-for-no-limits.html' title='Cover for No Limits.'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlRZuUMHuQ/TkKPchHRD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MH_SpsfgeHQ/s72-c/no+limits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-7857678111477299614</id><published>2011-08-07T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T04:02:00.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bound in the Boardroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixsentencesunday.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWmKpZ6NGkE/Tj077tl1D0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3Cz8posYT4c/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Six Sentence Sunday! Got some exciting news to share, one of my short stories, &lt;i&gt;The Ranking&lt;/i&gt; 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1PMBogRFY/Tj07oDvWpJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NR0ZSQGbPQ0/s1600/Bound+in+the+Boardroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1PMBogRFY/Tj07oDvWpJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NR0ZSQGbPQ0/s320/Bound+in+the+Boardroom.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.3in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-7857678111477299614?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/7857678111477299614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7857678111477299614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7857678111477299614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWmKpZ6NGkE/Tj077tl1D0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3Cz8posYT4c/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-8645605025080464566</id><published>2011-07-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T07:42:26.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA46en5RFvU/Tim3WnBkHHI/AAAAAAAAADo/3RQae_nZ8vo/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Another week, another new Jenna&amp;nbsp; 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-404PiuqPiBY/Tim2em3TBpI/AAAAAAAAADk/jjlxExpAf_c/s1600/Headoverheels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-404PiuqPiBY/Tim2em3TBpI/AAAAAAAAADk/jjlxExpAf_c/s320/Headoverheels.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;ill 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Would you like a glass of wine?” she offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Available now for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Head-Over-Heels-ebook/dp/B005E0LLRW/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311422204&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1032155590?ean=2940012795939&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri="&gt;Nook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-8645605025080464566?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/8645605025080464566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sunday.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8645605025080464566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8645605025080464566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sunday.html' title='Six Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA46en5RFvU/Tim3WnBkHHI/AAAAAAAAADo/3RQae_nZ8vo/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-4726309949235542729</id><published>2011-07-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:34:50.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFRB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday: The Ranking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRTz7tTVlTU/Th8yMOrq8GI/AAAAAAAAADY/sIu-71LoO80/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRTz7tTVlTU/Th8yMOrq8GI/AAAAAAAAADY/sIu-71LoO80/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Ranking-ebook/dp/B005CWJI04/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pg_6pKxqGII/Th8xH1zUzBI/AAAAAAAAADU/T5L1GS9Tq9w/s320/The+Ranking.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week's snippet comes from my new .99 cent ebook,&lt;i&gt;The Ranking&lt;/i&gt;. Be warned, it's&amp;nbsp; M/M erotica w/o a happily ever after. But Duffy's story needs to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Do you know why the ranking is so important in our culture?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Stattend’s hands trembled as he reached for his belt buckle. “For power and protection, and to know where one fits in society.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-4726309949235542729?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/4726309949235542729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-ranking.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/4726309949235542729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/4726309949235542729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-ranking.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday: The Ranking'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRTz7tTVlTU/Th8yMOrq8GI/AAAAAAAAADY/sIu-71LoO80/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3294771717301443077</id><published>2011-06-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:40:40.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed book 2 Bred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday B Cubed 3rd installment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixsunday.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceP6Gd-mnbc/TfQHUYLSg9I/AAAAAAAAADM/UjrNZ4nh0oM/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Feels like forever since I last posted. Okay, back to&lt;i&gt; B Cubed Book Two: Bred&lt;/i&gt;. When last we left Rothguard, he'd just witnessed his good buddy Isaac's death at the hands of the Borns he was created&amp;nbsp; to protect. What does the cruel hand of fate have in store for him now?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Task Master’s dark eyes gleamed with an unholy light. “You have been chosen by the Overlord’s wife, Bred. Feel honored.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dread pooled in his stomach. “Chosen for what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Task Master just shoved him forward, laughing all the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJIx-CQNlMA/TfQHiOPjQ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fjAMw2msuaM/s1600/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJIx-CQNlMA/TfQHiOPjQ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fjAMw2msuaM/s320/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3294771717301443077?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3294771717301443077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-sentence-sunday-b-cubed-3rd.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3294771717301443077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3294771717301443077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-sentence-sunday-b-cubed-3rd.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday B Cubed 3rd installment'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceP6Gd-mnbc/TfQHUYLSg9I/AAAAAAAAADM/UjrNZ4nh0oM/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6758539562668949766</id><published>2011-05-27T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:57:40.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog awards'/><title type='text'>Blog award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX3TTOpf8Og/TeAHVYAAACI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ot_tEvg2uPY/s1600/sweetblogaward.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX3TTOpf8Og/TeAHVYAAACI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ot_tEvg2uPY/s1600/sweetblogaward.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moi? Really? Well golly gee, color my tickled. And here I thought I was a raging ho beast. Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.gemsivad.com/blog/"&gt;Gem Sivad&lt;/a&gt; for the award nomination. &lt;br /&gt;Okay let's do the rules first and maybe my rebellious heart will follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the rules of this award are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Thank and Link To the Person who Nominated You. ~ &lt;a href="http://www.gemsivad.com/blog/"&gt;Gem Sivad&lt;/a&gt; is awesome&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Share Seven Random Facts About Yourself.~Get right on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pass the Award on to 10 deserving blog buddies. ~Will do. &lt;a href="http://www.gemsivad.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/emoticon_blush.gif" rel="shadowbox[post-7725];player=img;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2821" height="25" src="http://www.gemsivad.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/emoticon_blush.gif" title="emoticon_blush" width="25" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Contact those buddies to let them know. ~I'm on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seven facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Favorite wine: Rosa Regale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I'm as stubborn as a day in line at the DMV is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ When I grow up, I want to be a New York Times Bestselling Author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I have a leather boot fetish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Sometimes my OCD demands I rearange books in a bookstore according to series order even though I've never worked in a book store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I love my children but I hate their friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My husband makes me crazy and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, paying it forward:&lt;/div&gt;http://ranaerose.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.authorrozlee.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/&lt;br /&gt;http://staceyespino.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://kayleacross.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mareeanderson.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://bellastreetwrites.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://lorigreenauthor.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6758539562668949766?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6758539562668949766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-award.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6758539562668949766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6758539562668949766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-award.html' title='Blog award'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX3TTOpf8Og/TeAHVYAAACI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ot_tEvg2uPY/s72-c/sweetblogaward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1196203776888134941</id><published>2011-05-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:46:03.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed book 2 Bred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><title type='text'>Post Rapture Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;In honor of the rapture, this week's selection is from my post apocalyptic story &lt;u&gt;B Cubed. Book 2: Bred. &lt;/u&gt;Hope you are around to read it!;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z-NJmq68Zw/TdMXTsJa_QI/AAAAAAAAACo/cpxmRuR0kBo/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;~ From B Cubed Book 2: Bred &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1196203776888134941?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1196203776888134941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1196203776888134941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1196203776888134941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Post Rapture Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716888822084924636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TMfooXZRV7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/vxBnPTgfibM/S220/DSC00341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z-NJmq68Zw/TdMXTsJa_QI/AAAAAAAAACo/cpxmRuR0kBo/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6168675273135054953</id><published>2011-05-14T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:51:09.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='themesongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing playlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeeming Characters'/><title type='text'>Getting to know you: Zan</title><content type='html'>I've been working on the follow up story to my December release, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;No Mercy &lt;/i&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;nbsp; than creations of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;I'm No Angel&lt;/i&gt; for her theme song. Following that hypnotic tune, I selected Enigma's &lt;i&gt;The Principles of Lust&lt;/i&gt; for the over arching background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Kay talk to me big guy. Tell me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: You know who I am, you created me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: Laser pistols and a really big knife.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Stop being so literal. &lt;i&gt;scrolling through the artists section. &lt;/i&gt;I'm envisioning something metal, or maybe hardcore rap sans the let's kick the bitch vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: &lt;i&gt;Kicks his feet up on my desk and closes his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: &lt;i&gt;Fists on hips. &lt;/i&gt;Am I boring you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: Well,&amp;nbsp; what do I get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: &lt;i&gt;Raises eyebrow. &lt;/i&gt;That sounds like a mighty fine idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Billy Squire's &lt;i&gt;Everybody Wants You. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: You're over thinking it. I'm a simple creature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I could just go with Elton John's &lt;i&gt;I'm Still Standing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan: &lt;i&gt;Leans forward, scrolls down to P. &lt;/i&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: &lt;i&gt;Scowling. &lt;/i&gt;Primus?&amp;nbsp; The Police? Poison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;Every Rose Has Its Thorn&lt;/i&gt; kinda guy, I play the song because I love it. And then there it is, practically shaking me by the lapels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Zan is a &lt;i&gt;Sexual Thing&lt;/i&gt;. He's right. As in all things, a kiss makes it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Simple,  Stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5aLTDIasIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5aLTDIasIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6168675273135054953?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6168675273135054953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-to-know-you-zan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6168675273135054953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6168675273135054953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-to-know-you-zan.html' title='Getting to know you: Zan'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-8788770682017340001</id><published>2011-05-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:35:59.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Author attitude'/><title type='text'>A Note on Author Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/From-The-Ashes-ebook/dp/B004NIFO7E/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1304890040&amp;amp;sr=8-2" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYr94mViNT4/TccLABTYAmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z3GR78MrcfY/s1600/FTA+Maree+Anderson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;From the Ashes&lt;/i&gt;, Sandra Sookoo's  &lt;i&gt;Wedgie  Tales and Panty Lines&lt;/i&gt;, Roz Lee's &lt;i&gt;The Lust Boat,&lt;/i&gt; Elizabeth  Amber's &lt;i&gt; Nicholas&lt;/i&gt; and Joselyn Vaugnhn's &lt;i&gt;Sucker for a Hot Rod&lt;/i&gt;. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-8788770682017340001?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/8788770682017340001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-on-author-attitude.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8788770682017340001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8788770682017340001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-on-author-attitude.html' title='A Note on Author Attitude'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYr94mViNT4/TccLABTYAmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z3GR78MrcfY/s72-c/FTA+Maree+Anderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6521956009100165017</id><published>2011-05-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:26:00.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Mercy'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;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. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Look all you want, I ain’t exactly shy.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;He had the audacity to shrug. “Men are easy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://sixsunday.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXcWw3AhiBk/Tb8TjQ-uH7I/AAAAAAAAADA/GJlc65grTlg/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6521956009100165017?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6521956009100165017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday_08.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6521956009100165017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6521956009100165017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday_08.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXcWw3AhiBk/Tb8TjQ-uH7I/AAAAAAAAADA/GJlc65grTlg/s72-c/sixsundayheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1896616214767972962</id><published>2011-05-01T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:23:00.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNWHCrCFNcg/TbRAtGHqs_I/AAAAAAAAACg/BwfK9UQtzUo/s1600/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNWHCrCFNcg/TbRAtGHqs_I/AAAAAAAAACg/BwfK9UQtzUo/s200/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorjennamac.com/"&gt;WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! 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! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All right, no more screwing around as we get to the screwing around.&amp;nbsp; Let's cut right to the chase here with this week's six, an offering from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Limits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84qa0GCmHew/TbRAvRm1NtI/AAAAAAAAACk/FAzz9XB_3Ag/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1896616214767972962?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1896616214767972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1896616214767972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1896616214767972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716888822084924636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TMfooXZRV7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/vxBnPTgfibM/S220/DSC00341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNWHCrCFNcg/TbRAtGHqs_I/AAAAAAAAACg/BwfK9UQtzUo/s72-c/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-7734040864317991825</id><published>2011-04-23T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T04:56:11.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFRB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0vjU9KbFU/TaQmW9t0AcI/AAAAAAAAACs/9PKTIvt_ymA/s1600/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0vjU9KbFU/TaQmW9t0AcI/AAAAAAAAACs/9PKTIvt_ymA/s320/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfbER-wRGLw/TaH3nAw9OYI/AAAAAAAAACk/U65ZW5datEg/s1600/B+Cubed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says Easter like a little post apocalyptic Sci-fi romance, eh? &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The &lt;i&gt;B Cubed&lt;/i&gt; Trilogy Book 2: Bred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;“You two there,” one of the riders called out. “Rise to your knees!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Rothguard and Isaac exchanged worried glances at the unusual command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0uDf3iYWoA/TaH3kmCTeII/AAAAAAAAACg/4oc-F-hs4tQ/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-7734040864317991825?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/7734040864317991825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday_23.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7734040864317991825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7734040864317991825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday_23.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0vjU9KbFU/TaQmW9t0AcI/AAAAAAAAACs/9PKTIvt_ymA/s72-c/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-8242993525905762703</id><published>2011-04-17T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:24:32.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFRB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T59ukNALn4s/TaQle8A0Z-I/AAAAAAAAACo/3gd5gNBynqg/s1600/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T59ukNALn4s/TaQle8A0Z-I/AAAAAAAAACo/3gd5gNBynqg/s320/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This week's&amp;nbsp; six sentence Sunday offering comes from my WIP&lt;i&gt; B Cubed.&amp;nbsp; Its a &lt;/i&gt;sci-fi romance trilogy. This is from book 1, BORN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzwO4-AKsp4/TaH0Jj0DMbI/AAAAAAAAACc/ajnpWsnmwFI/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-8242993525905762703?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/8242993525905762703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8242993525905762703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/8242993525905762703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T59ukNALn4s/TaQle8A0Z-I/AAAAAAAAACo/3gd5gNBynqg/s72-c/dreamstimefree_881334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3380886257142320713</id><published>2011-04-10T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T05:52:28.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Sentence Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday Excerpt from NO LIMITS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r32Cs22MHg/TZxNNuce9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEzRQ1Z8g6I/s1600/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r32Cs22MHg/TZxNNuce9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEzRQ1Z8g6I/s320/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can preorder NO LIMITS from Amazon.com &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Limits-Jenna-McCormick/dp/0758272855/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300926041&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_879896763"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhc3lKMb9sk/TaGnjCK5JvI/AAAAAAAAACU/jujUXPV6qSU/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And be sure to check out more Six Sentence Sunday Fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3380886257142320713?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3380886257142320713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday-excerpt-from-no.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3380886257142320713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3380886257142320713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday-excerpt-from-no.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday Excerpt from NO LIMITS!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r32Cs22MHg/TZxNNuce9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEzRQ1Z8g6I/s72-c/Starry+Girls+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-2879984735326690755</id><published>2011-04-06T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:53:46.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFRB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The first SF Romance book I ever loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Imzadi-Star-Trek-Next-Generation/dp/0671867296/ref=tmm_mmp_title_0" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8U2hS0iwIE/TZx3Z39OYvI/AAAAAAAAACc/nO7VsDy54JQ/s320/Imzadi.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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 ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;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&amp;nbsp; books, &lt;i&gt;A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Q-IN-LAW, &lt;/i&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;i&gt; NO LIMITS&lt;/i&gt; or another of my books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2879984735326690755?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2879984735326690755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-sf-romance-book-i-ever-loved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2879984735326690755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2879984735326690755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-sf-romance-book-i-ever-loved.html' title='The first SF Romance book I ever loved.'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716888822084924636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TMfooXZRV7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/vxBnPTgfibM/S220/DSC00341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8U2hS0iwIE/TZx3Z39OYvI/AAAAAAAAACc/nO7VsDy54JQ/s72-c/Imzadi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-5465121536034863931</id><published>2011-03-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:56:34.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ereader vs smartphones'/><title type='text'>Smart phone or ereader, help me pick!</title><content type='html'>So okay, I'm sure you're all wondering the same thing. Jenna, what are your plans for your book advance money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-5465121536034863931?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/5465121536034863931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/smart-phone-or-ereader-help-me-pick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5465121536034863931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5465121536034863931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/smart-phone-or-ereader-help-me-pick.html' title='Smart phone or ereader, help me pick!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3561223526044851916</id><published>2011-03-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:28:50.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>No Limits Up for Preorder on Amazon!!!!!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Limits-Jenna-McCormick/dp/0758272855/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300926041&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;THIS LINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go like me, I'll wait with a big fat grin pasted on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you think this is bad, can you imagine when I get the actual cover? I'll probably hyperventilate until I pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3561223526044851916?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3561223526044851916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-limits-up-for-preorder-on-amazon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3561223526044851916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3561223526044851916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-limits-up-for-preorder-on-amazon.html' title='No Limits Up for Preorder on Amazon!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-912341671863952890</id><published>2011-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:15:41.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished draft'/><title type='text'>I'm done!!!! Sort of....</title><content type='html'>Well, the good news is I have hit my word count goal of 75,000 for &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;. 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question still remains, are they the &lt;i&gt;right &lt;/i&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;sooooo....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-912341671863952890?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/912341671863952890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-done-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/912341671863952890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/912341671863952890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-done-sort-of.html' title='I&apos;m done!!!! Sort of....'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-6015678784558009511</id><published>2011-03-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:01:03.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-6015678784558009511?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/6015678784558009511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/wahoo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6015678784558009511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/6015678784558009511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3190875119090201518</id><published>2011-03-01T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Read'/><title type='text'>Free Sneak Peak of my Aphrodisia Novel, No Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eroticstoriesandtoys.com/erotic_stories_and_toys_011.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticstoriesandtoys.com/erotic_stories_and_toys_011.htm"&gt;Check out a scene from No Limits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3190875119090201518?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3190875119090201518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-sneak-peak-of-my-aphrodisia-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3190875119090201518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3190875119090201518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-sneak-peak-of-my-aphrodisia-novel.html' title='Free Sneak Peak of my Aphrodisia Novel, No Limits'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-2484761822725105087</id><published>2011-02-11T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna McCormick'/><title type='text'>Name Change</title><content type='html'>Howdy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-2484761822725105087?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/2484761822725105087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/02/name-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2484761822725105087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/2484761822725105087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/02/name-change.html' title='Name Change'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-426856395334081785</id><published>2011-02-07T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Happy Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>I have an agent!</title><content type='html'>Break out the Rosa Regale and the Chocolatinis everyone! Jessica Faust from &lt;a href="http://www.bookends-inc.com/"&gt;BookEnds LLC&lt;/a&gt; has taken my troublesome self on. And to think, I almost deleted &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt;! Rachel and Sara, you are soooooo getting a shout out in the book for stopping me before I did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahooo!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she's representing the other me as well, so I better knock back my wine and get cracking on Andy's story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-426856395334081785?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/426856395334081785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-agent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/426856395334081785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/426856395334081785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-agent.html' title='I have an agent!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-7439690716469475930</id><published>2011-01-04T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:33:07.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog hopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Naked Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Naked New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;December 31, 1998:&lt;strike&gt; (Names changed to protect the guilty)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s1600/no+limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s320/no+limits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; See, I was one of the boring, brainy, &lt;i&gt;Start Trek&lt;/i&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey, even drama queens need love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And that my friends, is where good sense bailed for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, being the little overachievers that we were, we made it to downtown Poughkeepsie about two hours before anyone else.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know, I'm going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; He probably shouldn't have finished the whole frigging bottle; I doubt it mixed well with his antipsychotic meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Karen and the grabby octopus sashayed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey, this guy's having a party at his place, wanna go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What about Juan?" I stalled.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Karen insisted, mostly because grabby octopus had bribed her with thoughts of a well stocked bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYggTlztYI/Tu-axJRy7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zd1JJffTLmQ/s1600/New+Year+Blog+Hop+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYggTlztYI/Tu-axJRy7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zd1JJffTLmQ/s1600/New+Year+Blog+Hop+Final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we dragged Juan and tossed him into Moe and the whole way down route nine, we're making contingency plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "So, okay, if these guys seem off, we'll fake the Technicolor yawn and bee-line for the stairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "And we do have a guy with us." Karen pointed to Juan who was drooling on my upholstery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yup. That was the plan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We parked, shook Juan awake and trundled upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; He was up and grooving while Miss Hyper USA cheered and the no-neck guy glowered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "How about some &lt;i&gt;sex on the beach&lt;/i&gt;?"&amp;nbsp; Grabby had latched onto me, doing a very repulsive eyebrow wiggle. I was practically intoxicated by the fumes coming off of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I'm good."&amp;nbsp; I smiled thinly and handed the drink to Juan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey guys!&amp;nbsp; Let's play the mug game!"&amp;nbsp; The blonde shrieked at us and all the guys, including Juan, start chanting, "mug, mug, mug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What's the mug game?" I asked him.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "It's this game Bryan made up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The quite guy next to me started.&amp;nbsp; "Name your favorite sexual position." He looked up.&amp;nbsp; "Well I don't know what it's called…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mr. Taciturn flips through, points to his fave (Congress of Crow) and then it's my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So there I sat, thinking, &lt;i&gt;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? &lt;/i&gt;And I open my little scrap of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;"Masturbate with a beer bottle." I read.&amp;nbsp; I started sputtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Ooooohhhhhhh Angie!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angie, the bubbly blonde, staggered into the kitchen to rinse a beer bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure I wasn't and my face showed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "What's the matter, girl?" Grabby Octopus slurred at me. "There ain't nothing wrong with the human body." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And to prove his point he started stripping.&amp;nbsp; Before you could say Caligula, everyone else, including the traitorous Juan, joined him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not a prude.&amp;nbsp; I am, however full of inhibitions and getting naked with a group of strangers is not my idea of a rockin’ time.&amp;nbsp; Someone could at least buy me dinner first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So there's little old sober and fully clothed&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lesser woman would have run.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angie returned with her sanitized beer bottle, but the clock struck midnight and the radio announced 1999 and started blaring &lt;i&gt;Prince's 1999&lt;/i&gt;.  Everyone was on&amp;nbsp;his or her&amp;nbsp;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.&amp;nbsp; I think it must have been Divine intervention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Karen had vanished with the guy who'd been lusting over her so I fixed my attention on Juan's one sock.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The song ended and the coaxing started.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; Grabby  Octopus ushered me into the kitchen and proceeded to stick his tongue  down my throat. A moment later, he rushed for the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Not my finest hour.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Karen, who was down to just an unbuttoned flannel shirt, was evicted from the bathroom with a goofy grin.&amp;nbsp; "I love you, Jenna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really fucking hate when someone tells me they love me when they're drunk and I'm sober.&amp;nbsp; It usually means I have hours of grief and baby-sitting ahead of me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why aren't you naked?" Karen seemed genuinely surprised.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Grabby Octopus had other ideas.&amp;nbsp; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh my God," Karen was coming around. "Oh my God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I shoved Juan into the backseat, threw a pile of clothes on top of him and roared off down route nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Those guys just got in a fight!" Karen eyes were bloodshot.&amp;nbsp; "They got in a fight, over you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No they didn't."&amp;nbsp; My voice sounded so calm.&amp;nbsp; "They got in a fight because they were idiots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Karen turned to look out the windshield. "We will never speak of this night again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;But of course, we told everyone. Hey, it’s a good story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOO2Ja-ePNM/Tu-Z-Kng7kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/57ZzciQ-W1I/s1600/bannerjenna2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOO2Ja-ePNM/Tu-Z-Kng7kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/57ZzciQ-W1I/s320/bannerjenna2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;One random commenter will win a copy of my futuristic erotic romance, &lt;i&gt;No Limits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=118374" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-7439690716469475930?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/7439690716469475930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/01/naked-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7439690716469475930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/7439690716469475930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/01/naked-new-year.html' title='Naked New Year'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63o5yexIbWQ/Tu-a1SOJbNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ITc3ZQC8stU/s72-c/no+limits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-9184040323815212694</id><published>2011-01-01T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Invasion won the Nov/ Dec erotic stories and toys contest! 2011, you are looking mighty fine! You can read the short featuring Zan the Space Pirate either &lt;a href="http://www.eroticstoriesandtoys.com/esat_003.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or on my &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/lushalovelace/lusha-home"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for reading, my friends! Wishing you love and fantasy in the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-9184040323815212694?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/9184040323815212694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/01/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/9184040323815212694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/9184040323815212694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2011/01/bam.html' title='BAM!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3688486098291028133</id><published>2010-12-20T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B Cubed'/><title type='text'>B Cubed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TRCOpVMF7HI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZbvcL2e0P8/s1600/B+Cubed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TRCOpVMF7HI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZbvcL2e0P8/s320/B+Cubed.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold, the cover for my now completed manuscript, B Cubed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some feedback on my blurb. Is it compelling enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;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. &amp;nbsp;A bred who reaches beyond his station will be recycled immediately, yet Cormack cannot get her visage out of his mind. &amp;nbsp;Until he unearths a box, buried long before the earth stopped spinning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Task Mistress Allora has no wish to brutalize the bred soldier 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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Hints? Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3688486098291028133?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3688486098291028133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/12/b-cubed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3688486098291028133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3688486098291028133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/12/b-cubed.html' title='B Cubed'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TRCOpVMF7HI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZbvcL2e0P8/s72-c/B+Cubed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-5408619303272944227</id><published>2010-12-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeeming Characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer L Hart'/><title type='text'>Guest Spotlight Jennifer L Hart and Redeeming Characters Blog Tour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPoxFszvjqI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mqdtza3OlUg/s1600/Amy+and+Jenn+tarted+up+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPoxFszvjqI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mqdtza3OlUg/s200/Amy+and+Jenn+tarted+up+copy.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LL: Okay, so as you may or may not know, I'm actually the other side of an already established author. Please welcome my stick-in-the-mud half, Jennifer L Hart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: The milk of human kindness flows through your veins, Lusha. Is it any wonder I hide you like a dirty secret?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: Kay, so what do you suppose is the fundamental difference between your persona and mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Several things.&amp;nbsp; You write fantasy erotica to my more reality based romances and mysteries&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;LL: You once swore up down and sideways that you would never have a pen name. What changed your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Honestly, I was pretty ignorant about why having a pseudonym&amp;nbsp;might be important. I wrote contemporary romance and mystery as myself for years, sweet and steamy. But the pen name has more to do with my readers than with me.&amp;nbsp; You're not for everyone and I can't write with the same level of freedom and intensity as you do. You're&amp;nbsp;the specialist to my general practitioner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPow-BfVztI/AAAAAAAAABU/-4dIypahY34/s1600/Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPow-BfVztI/AAAAAAAAABU/-4dIypahY34/s1600/Cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LL:*snicker* So am I the gyno or the proctologist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Next question&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: Let's talk about sex, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: With myself? Sounds like a typical Thursday morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: Why do some of your books have no open door love scenes and others, like &lt;u&gt;Redeeming Characters&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; have several?&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: The story and the characters dictate the amount of intimacy that needs to be revealed. In my Laundry Hag mysteries, the primary couple is married and already emotionally connected. Doing an open door love scene for them would just be the equivalent of writing porn. Sometimes what you don't say is just as important as what you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Redeeming Chara&lt;/i&gt;cters&lt;/u&gt; is different because I believed the reader needed to witness the emotional bonding between Drue and Dakota.And then my editor got a hold of it and said it could use even more! The encounter on the balcony scene was not in the original draft, but I absolutely love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;LL: You've mentioned that it took you three years to write this book. Did you work on it exclusively?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Nope. I started it in April of '06. We moved in May of the same year and I abandoned it while I wrote&amp;nbsp;the first &lt;u&gt;Misadventures of the Laundry Hag&lt;/u&gt; book.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then came "Worth the Wait", &lt;u&gt;River Rats&lt;/u&gt; and Hag 2, plus a little dabbling with other stories. If my mind went in a straight line instead of whirling around the infinity symbol, I'd be dangerous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: You're claiming &lt;u&gt;Stellar Timing&lt;/u&gt;, even though outer space is clearly my domain. Any thoughts on handing it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Nope, even though its fantasy, it's my break out sci-fi fantasy.The sexual tension adds to the story but it isn't the foundation for it like it your stuff.&amp;nbsp;Deal is you get one book and one short story a year while I get the hag mysteries and the stellarverse.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL*pouts* I want to play with Talenforth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Maybe I'll let you do a guest short, but you need to cooperate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL:&amp;nbsp;So back to &lt;u&gt;Redeeming Characters&lt;/u&gt;. Where did the name come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: The dark orifice where all my story titles come from. ;-) Granted this one took longer to work its way out than most. I had to consider themes within the story and narrowed it down to two. The decision was made the way all m tough calls are made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Scott. Which do you like better, &lt;u&gt;Redeeming Characters&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;/i&gt;Character Redemption&lt;i&gt;?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Character Redemption&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Redeeming Characters&lt;/u&gt; it is."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL:You did something sneaky with the story, making it a contemporary romance about writers creating a sci-fi/futuristic world. Did you plan on heading into outer space from the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Nope. I've always loved science fiction but I never thought I could write it, Honestly I didn't believe I was that creative.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: What are some of your favorite science fiction stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Star Trek TNG&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Star Wars, Farscape&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;LEXX&lt;/b&gt;, but my all time favorite is&lt;b&gt; Firefly&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Serenity&lt;/b&gt;. It's how Sci Fi should be done, with the setting and special effects enhancing the story, not&amp;nbsp;carrying it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: Well, this talking to myself business has gone on long enough, so any final statements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: Giving away a PDF copy of one of my stories to a random commenter. Read up on the choices here:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jennifer-L.-Hart/e/B003MAFV4A/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Jennifer-L.-Hart/e/B003MAFV4A/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm giving away a fifty dollar Amazon.com giftcard to the faithful on Saturday. For full details please visit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferlhart.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;www.jenniferlhart.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: Oh I got a great way to pick the winner! Eniy meany miney mick, catch a shifter by the--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenn: And I'm out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-5408619303272944227?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/5408619303272944227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/12/guest-spotlight-jennifer-l-hart-and.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5408619303272944227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5408619303272944227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/12/guest-spotlight-jennifer-l-hart-and.html' title='Guest Spotlight Jennifer L Hart and Redeeming Characters Blog Tour!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPoxFszvjqI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mqdtza3OlUg/s72-c/Amy+and+Jenn+tarted+up+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-5528298896249824417</id><published>2010-11-27T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Limits'/><title type='text'>Let this be a lesson, always back it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPE4u0CNB5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/J8ccJfj8L8w/s1600/Cover+for+No+Limits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPE4u0CNB5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/J8ccJfj8L8w/s320/Cover+for+No+Limits.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wrote over 5,000 words yesterday, more than doubling my typical 2,500 words in one day and accomplishing the 50,000 word count goal for National Novel Writing Month. &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;No Limits&lt;/em&gt; is far from complete, but it'll get there eventually. I was planning on launching right into my cyberpunk short &lt;em&gt;B Cubed&lt;/em&gt; but about three hours later, my laptop started acting up. It&amp;nbsp;wouldn't retrieve my user profile, and was running(crawling) very slowly. Though I was dead tired, I staied up and backed up all of my writing files to thumb drive. Good thing too, because&amp;nbsp;by this morning, all that is left is the blue screen of death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking that as a sign I need to slow down a little. maybe go outside for a spell, snag some Vitamin D. After I blog, of course. The home computer is ancient in PC terms, about 5 years old and very slow, so don't worry if you don't see too much of me in the coming weeks. Just means that I'm making things&amp;nbsp;explode again. &amp;nbsp;Ain't technology grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-5528298896249824417?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/5528298896249824417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-this-be-lesson-always-back-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5528298896249824417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/5528298896249824417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-this-be-lesson-always-back-it-up.html' title='Let this be a lesson, always back it up!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iGPCkrfO-w/TPE4u0CNB5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/J8ccJfj8L8w/s72-c/Cover+for+No+Limits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1204562138034608249</id><published>2010-11-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>At A Loss</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it is for other writers, but I have a tendency to hit  dry spells. Not necessarily writer's block more like a lack of  enthusiasm for my projects, periods of total stifling lung-seizing  doubt. The thoughts that go through my head are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is awful. who would want to read this? What the hell could I have been thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well  the easiest answer is that I had to put words on the page. The biggest  drawback to being a panster, someone who doesn't plan a novel but just  sits down to write&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;is that you delete great quantities of writing before you get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  thought I had it licked this time, with my Nano novel. I wrote the  synopsis ahead of time, got to know my characters, what the valued and  what they wanted, what was standing in their way. I was all set, ready  to write another great Lusha erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna happen. Unlike  Saranna and Liane who have incredibly awesome drafts of stories they  love, I hate mine, really don't even want to waste my time combing  through it to see if it's fixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here now, at day twenty one of national novel writing month with forty one thousand some odd words  of unadulterated crap. It has it's moments, but overall, it sucks. So  now comes decision time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  one hand, I could quit, just delete everything and focus on something  else. The upside of that is having a fresh start, clean slate so to  speak. At least theoretically. The stank of failure tends to follow me  well after I put away a project. I could kid myself and think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, I might want to fix it later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,  right. I've already done that with one project this year, almost 65 K  in. Which brings my total of unpublishable productivity to over 100,000  words for 2010. That of course does not include the words I actually did  delete in these and other projects, query letters, synopsis and all the  other behind the scenes writing that the average reader never views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  other choice is to plod onward, hope something happens that makes me  love this beast again. But that has the potential to turn into a soul  sucking kind of depressing, because if the magic doesn't come back, I  not only doubt the story, but I might start questioning my ability to  write in general. The cancer spreads from an isolated easily removable  segment to a career threatening sense of doubt. A writer who doesn't  believe in his or her ability has no place in professional publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what to do?  Which risk is bigger? Are there any other options that I'm  too entrenched in my own little misery box to see? What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1204562138034608249?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1204562138034608249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-loss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1204562138034608249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1204562138034608249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-loss.html' title='At A Loss'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-3171705627052160612</id><published>2010-11-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Read'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo and A Free Read!</title><content type='html'>Want a taste of what Lusha Lovelace is all about? Read and vote for my short story &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticstoriesandtoys.com/esat_011.htm"&gt;Space Invasion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NaNoWriMo story, &lt;i&gt;No Limits&lt;/i&gt; is going well. I'm one chapter in and looking forward to Gen and Rhys time.They've been with me for a little while now, and are ready for some exposure ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is off to a smashing start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-3171705627052160612?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/3171705627052160612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo-and-free-read.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3171705627052160612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/3171705627052160612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo-and-free-read.html' title='NaNoWriMo and A Free Read!'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1050525849687485032</id><published>2010-10-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing B.J. Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Due to not wanting to go over my word count I cut this out of Luke and Mary's story. But my hero really does deserve it so here&amp;nbsp; you go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;He seemed to be searching through the assortment of paraphernalia, one hand fisted over his straining erection. Maybe if she took the edge off him first…. No sooner had the idea manifest then she bent down to take him in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the first small contact, Luke cried out and fell off the bed with a thump. “Christ, woman! You need to give me some warning!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She followed him down, slinking so that her tits popped out of the low cut top. Despite his angry words, Luke fixated on her exposed nipple, licking his lips hungrily as if he couldn’t wait to taste her. Strumming the puckered flesh, she smiled at him saucily. “Consider this your warning.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What—” he cut himself off with a groan as her lips closed over his shaft. She sucked him deep, greedy for everything that made him Luke, whatever he could give her. The salty tang of him made her ravenous like never before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As he hit the back of her throat, she sank her nails into the corded muscles on his thighs. He jerked in surprise at the tiny bite of pain and she stopped to stare up at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Mary,” he breathed as her tongue darted out, laving the length of him, holding his gaze. Needing for him to see how much she enjoyed doing this to him, for him. She backed away for a moment, cupping his sac, rubbing her thumb over his stones and letting her exhales prickle his wet flesh. When his body trembled, she swallowed him again, moaning when his fists clenched in her hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Using both her hands, one on his balls, the other working his shaft, she milked every bit of orgasm from him until he tugged at her hair. Reluctantly, she released him with a wet sounding pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What the fuck was that about?” He panted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She shrugged. “Just something I wanted to do.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chest heaving, he pulled her up against him. She curled into him, listing to the steady thrumming of his heart. “I doubt I’ll ever figure you out, Mary.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Probably not.” She agreed cheerily. Content, she settled in to listen to the sound of his heartbeat and let her mind drift in the ether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fingers gliding up and down her backbone, Luke’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Are you tired?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Those three little words brought everything back home for her. How come it was so easy to forget that she was sick, dying, doomed to leave this life soon when she as with him? He made her feel like a normal woman, one with a future. Not some sickly broken down old mare destined for the glue factory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luke read her mood, the way he alone seemed able to do. Easing out from under her he stood up first and helped her to her feet. “Don’t even pretend like you have forgotten the agreement we reached before you so cleverly distracted me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her lips twitched. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Seriously baby, if you want to sleep—”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She placed a finger over his lips. “Don’t Luke. You know how I feel about wasting time.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He kissed the digit and placed her hand over his heart. “No regrets?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She nodded once, succinctly. “You got it, tough guy.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1050525849687485032?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1050525849687485032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-bj-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1050525849687485032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1050525849687485032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-bj-scene.html' title='The Missing B.J. Scene'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378896811741929064.post-1480192011916162622</id><published>2010-10-27T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:19:56.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up</title><content type='html'>I always feel as though I should post something important, something which will clue you in to the inner workings of my mind...but frankly, I've got nothing. I write erotic romance or "romantica". Male-female interactions only because while I am a wild woman, there is only so much choreography a girl can imagine without losing her damn mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378896811741929064-1480192011916162622?l=authorjennamac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/feeds/1480192011916162622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/10/starting-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1480192011916162622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378896811741929064/posts/default/1480192011916162622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authorjennamac.blogspot.com/2010/10/starting-up.html' title='Starting up'/><author><name>Jenna McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13201005736875736093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwfHnsnKxo/TW91KUnGM4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVpjflVkXmA/s220/Jen%2Bhead%2BShot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
