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Working WoMan

It’s only Wednesday but it’s already been a chaotic week. I’ve developed a frown line since at least the beginning of the year and it’s deep. I’ve been experimenting with different brooding/frowny faces that won’t make it bigger, but every time I find myself frowning, it’s always this “WTF” look on my face, eyebrows raised and forehead all furrowed. Because that’s the way I tend to look for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week.

Meh. I have exciting stuff going on in my writer’s life, but I’ve been so exhausted from the EDJ that I barely even enjoy that part of my life. I haven’t written since Sunday I think. *think* Or Saturday? I can’t remember. The only really good thing is that I’m halfway through the story I need finished before the end of the month. Yay.

Yeah, I’m so tired I can’t even write a long post today. My brain is back in my bed dreaming of work. Because apparently that’s what I do now. I don’t dream of being the meat in a Gerard Butler and Vin Diesel sandwich. I dream about my day job.

Can someone please tell the weekend to get here soon? Yeah, thanks.

And in light of this crushingly stressful week, I’m playing y’all some Rush. “Working Man” seemed fitting for my mood today. It isn’t my favorite Rush song, but it’s still good stuff.

Happy Hump Day!

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Yay for Friday

Can we say thank goodness? I mean really, I never thought Friday would come.

It’s been a busy, crazy week. And it’s about to get crazier with day job stuff. I have several training seminars coming up, one that lasts three days and the other that’ll be a whole week. That means no computer time at all. Just hope I don’t fall asleep and wake up in a puddle of drool from being bored to death. But it’s for a good cause, right? Yeah. Right.

Monday I’m releasing the first book in the Southern Sin trilogy which is part of the Grand Terre world I built for my Crushes to Cravings series. I’m really excited about it to be honest. Sweetest Taste of Sin is my first non-spoof menage and it’s pretty sexy. My website is being a pain right now, so I can’t update it, but here’s the blurb:

SweetestTasteofSinAReLogan Guillory finally has what she’s always wanted, a loving, sizzling relationship with J.B. Calhoun. So why can’t she shake her overwhelming need for his twin brother Anthony? Her small town morals tell her it’s not normal to love two men with equal fervor, but not even the risk of damaging her standing in Grand Terre, Louisiana can make her stop wanting to be possessed by them both.
 
 Anthony ‘Ant’ Calhoun had his eye on Logan long before his brother entered the picture, but now he’s lost his chance, or so he thinks. J.B. has other ideas, which includes sharing Logan’s sensual caresses and big heart with his brother. Torn between overwhelming need and fear of the scandal that might ensue, Ant resists with all his might, but doesn’t stand a chance against the needs of the two people he loves most.
 
Giving in threatens everything they all hold dear, but who can resist the sweetest taste of sin?

My plans for this weekend? Writing if I can find the time, updating my website even if I have to take a hammer to it and getting Sweetest Taste of Sin ready to for publishing on Monday.

And because I watched Magic Mike last weekend…twice *cough*, I’ve had this song stuck in my head. I can’t help it. It’s really one of the few songs I like by KISS except now when I hear it, I see Matthew McConaughey stripping and I sort of zone out. What? So I have a weakness for southern men with lean, muscled bodies and more oil on their skin than fried chicken. So what? *sniff*

Happy Friday y’all!

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A Long Time Coming (Part One)

It’s been two weeks since RomantiCon and I’m sure y’all were all wondering where my review was. Well, life gets crazy. I swear, since the beginning of October, I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. By the way, do chickens really run around after their heads are cut off? I may have grown up in the country, but we didn’t have chickens. My uncle did, but those little fuckers were mean and I never went around them. I left that to my brother and cousins. Cannon fodder.

Anyway, RomantiCon. Le sigh. Oh RomantiCon. I wish you could last for longer than four days. Honestly, I think I told Lea Barrymire that I wished life was RomantiCon interspersed with writing and reading and family time. Why do we have to come back to the real world after such a great, long weekend? Why? (Imagine me falling to my knees screaming this to the sky. Because I can be melodramatic too.)

I got there on Wednesday, arriving a day before the actual conference started. First off, let me just say I had a layover in Tampa, had about three Bloody Mary’s with this 80-something year old lady who was on her way to Baltimore for the Ravens’ game. I asked who they were playing and she said, “I don’t know, I’m just going to party.” Hell yeah! I had to have drinks with her after that. So by the time I got to Ohio, I was feeling pretty good. Found the shuttle and settled myself in the middle row while the driver went to find other passengers headed to the hotel.

But when he returned, it was with seven…Cavemen. Now when I’m traveling, I’m not in Danica mode. I’m in me mode and me, I mean I don’t dress up, wear just enough makeup to not scare little children and my hair is always in a pony-tail. So you can imagine my horror when I look up to see the seven buff, attractive Ellora’s Cave cover models headed my way like they were strolling out of a Quentin Tarantino. You know, slow motion, the wind whipping around them, shades on…cue the awesome soundtrack.

The driver says, “I have more people than I thought, maybe you’d like to take the passenger seat?”

Y’all, I jumped out of that van so fast I probably looked like someone had pushed me out. All I could picture was me being squished on that seat surrounded by muscles while looking like holy hell and it was enough motivation to get me moving faster than I’ve moved since my brother kicked me in the nose and ran away from me. I caught him, by the way. Anyway, I was safely seated in the passenger seat, buckled up and smiling brightly when seven very muscled men forced themselves into the van. With Aline Hunter perched on the stool between me and the driver. Good. God.

This is trouble waiting to happen. And it was just the first day of the conference!

I’m not going to give a blow-by-blow assessment of the whole conference because I have pictures for that. Yes, pictures. But, I will say that I really wish it wouldn’t have ended. And there were some highlights for the conference. Mainly me trying to take out three cavemen during one of the group shots on Bollywood night. Yeah. Totally. Bad shoulder + saree + kneeling to take a picture = Danica is stuck on the ground. I may have used Rodney’s broad shoulder to hoist myself to my feet wherein my saree fell apart right there on the stage. Yup, it started unraveling. Thank god I was wearing full on clothes underneath. For everyone’s sake.

Before the sauri and knock-down-the-cavemen moment

I did two workshops this year. The first one was “There’s an App For That” and OMG, we had so much friggin’ fun! I mean, seriously, we had so much fun I think I want to do it again next year. Slightly different of course, but look for yourself!

From left to right, Lea, Me, Jose, Ramrod, Griffin and Cara

Two of the teams trying to get the position right with the aid of Tyrone, Tammy, John and Judy…(The blowup dolls)

We had guest judges, Desiree Holt, Joey Hill and random audience participant Nancy overseeing the antics

Then Saturday, I took my turn with the cavemen. Okay, for two days in a row, there are photo shoots. The cavemen are made available for “book cover” like pictures with the registrants of the conference. Last year I took two pictures and I was so nervous and scared and ecstatic, I thought I was going to pass out. This year, I was a little more comfortable. Until I got up there.

You want me to what?

        

This was after Daivd grabbed my hair because “I know it gets in the way.” Um.

Then I become a giggling mess…

 

A hysterical giggling mess because David, the lovely man behind me, began to hump me

This is the final shot. In the others I was laughing too hard for you to see anything but my mouth.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue the saga of RomantiCon as told by blow-up dolls. Needless to say, we had a blast and I’m already gearing up for next year. Oh, what am I saying? I was ready for RomantiCon 2014 as I was checking out of the hotel on Monday morning. It’s the best fun you can have with…well, I was going to say with your clothes on, but mine fell off at Bollywood and the Cavemen walk around half-clothed most of the time. Well, it’s still fun.

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Bad Girls

I’ve been such a bad blogger this year. I’m sure when I get to the last post of the year, I’ll think “But I didn’t blog much this year!” because I haven’t. Maybe it’s a natural part of diving deeper into my writing. Which I haven’t been doing. Or maybe it’s just laziness. Whatever it is, I do apologize for not blogging as much as I used to.

I’m trying to fix that. It might even be a New Year’s Resolution. Which I never follow anyway. Oh well, looks like y’all are out of luck!

This is going to be a busy weekend, by the way. This afternoon, I’m heading to Lake Charles, Louisiana for the Ellora’s Cave show and book signing with some great Cavemen. You can tell I’ve been waiting for this for a while, right? I was so concerned back when I found out when it was because of the shoulder. But I know if I can fly to Ohio to be crazy at RomantiCon, I can definitely cheer and go crazy over the dancers. *cough*

Once I get back to town tomorrow, I’ve got to jet to my nephew’s 2nd birthday party. He’s so darn cute I could just eat him up with a little spoon! I can’t be late for that, so chances are I’ll be sleep deprived when I get there tomorrow. Add onto that edits I’m expecting from my CPs and it looks like I won’t be getting any rest this weekend. But hey, how does that saying go? No rest for the wicked? And I can be very, very wicked when I want to. ;)

So to come back to the title of this post…Because tonight’s show is going to be hunky men doing their thing on the stage, it’s going to be great. And although this song is so played out because of Bridget Jones’ Diary and I think it was in Magic Mike as well, it’s perfect for the craziness that’s sure to go down tonight.

This is my Freaky on Friday song dedicated to the Cavemen show tonight. I hope to do a full RomantiCon blog post next week, so look for it!

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Caveman Taylor’s Song Pick

It’s time for What’s Playing Wednesday. It’s also the anniversary of 9-11. Twelve years ago…right about now, I was in bed with the radio playing, but something in the DJ’s voice caught my attention. I stumbled out of bed to the living room and watched in horror as events unfolded.

Lots of times I’ll hear my parents talk about where they were when x happened. As I grow older, I realize those are sad milestones of our lives. Where were you when…Yeah, where were you? I always remember that morning when this date passes around and it saddens me to realize there’s so much hatred in the world.

I was going to pull this post this morning out of respect, then I realized that’s wrong and giving in. We’re meant to live our lives and if listening to music shared by a handsome man is the way we live, so be it. Yes, honor those who were lost twelve years ago, remember and give thanks to the emergency personnel who risked their lives trying to save others, and give thanks to those who fight to keep us safe.

And enjoy some music by Caveman Taylor.

Normally I have themes, but with RomantiCon coming up, I decided to hand the music controls over to some of the cavemen. If you’ve been to the Ellora’s Cave conference, you know just how much fun it is hanging with these guys. They’re all really awesome guys with a great sense of humor. They’re also hot as hell, but y’all already know that from past Fantasy Man Friday Interviews.

But I find knowing what people listen to is probably a better way to get to know them than anything else. By now, most of you probably know I have musical ADD. I have a tough exterior with a sappy, sentimental center. That’s what you’ve probably learned from my music choices over the past…er, 4 years?

So what will we learn from today’s Caveman? Oh, did I mention it’s Taylor? Sexy, funny Caveman Taylor who also co-wrote the Take It Off  books? Just in case you don’t remember him, this is Taylor:

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Hehe. Sorry. Ahem.

So Taylor, when I asked what song he was digging on lately, chose Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky”. Hm, I wonder what exactly that means? I’ll be honest, I’d never heard this song until Taylor mentioned it. Not really my speed, but it’s kind of groovy, yeah? Check it out for yourself and let me know what you think! And be sure to check out Taylor on Facebook!

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Um Yeah

I hope everyone has had a good week. I’m still trying to get back in the swing of things here at the evil day job. It would help if I could sleep through the night without waking up at least twice. But we all have our crosses to bear. This weekend though….Oh this weekend isn’t as innocent as last weekend. There’s no trivia night in sight. Nope. Seems that A.M. Griffin is going to be in town which means we’re going to go buck. Wild. In New Orleans.

I’ve warned Lea Barrymire she might get a phone call at some point asking for her to hit up the Cabal funds to bail us out of jail. I’ve even warned my sister she might get a call but she told me I was on my own since I wouldn’t let her stalk Peyton Manning. Whatever. Anyway, we’re going to be tearing it up in the Quarter this weekend. Just not too much I hope. I am still recovering from surgery. If we hit a strip club I can only wave my dollar bill with my left hand. Darn it.

But we’re not at the weekend yet. And it’s a three-day weekend at that which means most people are going to be kicking back chillin’ or sleeping as much as possible (the way I want to) or barbecuing and stuff. And you need inspiration to get down to your groovin’ or grilling or even your sleepin’. Which is why we’re have Freaky on Fridays.

Yup, it’s another chance for me to play DJ (and if you have songs you want to feature, let me know and I’ll add them to my list) and share songs that will kick off your weekend. Sexy songs, party songs, anything that I feel is a good way to start off your Friday night fun. I’ll also be including once a month guest posts. I’m working on getting my guests lined up now and hope to start that in September. It’ll be fun!

So…I’ll admit I changed my mind about what song I was going to play because I just heard it in the car and this song took me back to a time when I was sitting in a theater watching Channing Tatum hump a stage. It was the first time I ever found myself jealous of an inanimate object. I’ll also admit I only went to see Magic Mike for Matthew McConaughey and Joe Manganiello. Until I saw Channing Tatum perform to this song. Is it superficial? Yes. But as Lea told me, at least I’m honest. Because holy snikey, but this song puts me in the mood. Like Pavlov’s dog, I associate it with uber sexiness.

Happy Friday y’all. Have a safe weekend and sit back, let this song work on your mind…and if you’ve seen Magic Mike…picture Channing Tatum dancing on you like a good bad boy. *sigh*

 

 

 

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Cover Reveal

I don’t have a fantasy man interview today. Sorry. The menz are not working with me lately, but that’s okay. It’s exhausting trying to keep up with all of them. Really. Maybe once I’ve recuperated and had time to stalk I mean, discover new muscled men who like do bare it all, I’ll bring the friday interviews back.

But I’m not leaving y’all hanging. Nope, I have some awesomeness to share. Like the cover of my upcoming release, Primal Flavor (Book 3 in the Cajun Heat series). This one is about the tiger shifting chef, Zachary Trahan, and his  human huntress, Colette Robicheaux. No blurb yet, but I’ll just say that it’s spicy. And not just because Zach is one hell of a chef. Things happen that probably aren’t coded to happen on kitchen tables and sofas. But I’m not saying what they are.

So please, enjoy the long-awaited cover for Primal Flavor. I’ll be over here drooling over it. Because yeah, it’s a hot cover. It could almost be a fantasy Friday picture, don’t you think?primalflavor_msr

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