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Long Time Coming (Part Two)

I promised to tell y’all about the rest of RomantiCon and I will.

See, even though the workshop happened on Friday, our two male blow-up dolls, Tyrone and John (recently renamed to Juan Diego), became an instant conference sensation. They’re suave. They have facial hair as well as chest hair. And nothing else. But that doesn’t stop them from challenging cavemen and trying to romance the ladies.

But before we even made it to the workshop, Tyrone, Tammy, John (Juan Diego) and Judy had a little fun. We left them in bed together and scared housekeeping who thought they’d walked in on an intimate moment.

For those who attended the workshop and were thinking we just threw some positions out there for y’all to fail. Think again. Before we headed out with the gang, we ran them through their paces.

 

Even Desiree Holt enjoyed the boys. Mostly because she said they’re the perfect men. Mostly. I’m guessing you can figure out what would make them imperfect…

Griffin felt bad for John, I mean Juan Diego because he’s a complete sub and was so readily overlooked…

We had a trivia night after Bingo on the last night of the conference and the losing team had to get motorboated by Tyrone. Who rolls like that.

Needless to say we’ve been asked if the boys were coming back next year. I’m not sure. And if you’re worried about the girls…Well, you should be. Tammy went home with Jose after the workshop and we haven’t seen her since. But Judy was given a job with EC.

What did I come away with from this conference? Avoid skirts. Bring blow-up dolls next year. Have a blast. And try not to spend so much time on my knees!

The Cabal of Hotness minus Piper and Sky

Get your minds out of the gutter! I meant, nearly every picture I took was of me on my knees in some way or another. Sheesh!

Before I let you go, I’m over at Close Encounters with the Night Kind today for Paranormal Speed Dating. Go check it out!

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Let Your Hair Down

Happy Friday! Woo-hoo!! Is anyone else doing the happy dance like me? If not, I’ll do it for you. I can’t believe how intense this week has been, but I’m ready for it to end already.

Of course because it’s the start of the weekend, I have to share my plans. Because you must have a plan for the next two days even if it looks like this:

1. Sleep
2. Wake up
3. Shower
4. Go back to sleep

Hey, I’ve had weekends like that. This weekend though, I’m going to continue chugging away at my superhero story. I’m sooo close. Like this close -><- to finishing it and sending  it off to be used and abused by my beta readers and CPs. I think it’s good. Oh man, is it good. Probably the most painfully dark thing I’ve ever written, but sometimes when I write stories like that, I leave a lot of important stuff out. You know, like things other than the intense emotion I want to convey. Like…”Is this position even possible? Because I don’t think it is…”

Yeah, that’s why we all need people to read our stuff before we send it anywhere near an editor or agent.

Oh and I’m mailing stuff. A lot of stuff. Swag for RomantiCon, swag for a basket, swag, swag, swag. If you want some Romance Trading Cards, drop me an email at danica(dot)avet(at)gmail(dot)com and I’ll send you some of my RTCs before they go in the box to RomantiCon. For the Ellora’s Cave conference, I have more shot glasses, compact mirrors and some brand new swag that are shammy coasters. They’re coasters that can also be used as shammys to absorb spills. I thought it was a cool idea and I hope readers like them as well. I’d offer to send those but I had them all shipped directly to Ellora’s Cave. If I have any left from the convention, I’ll let y’all know.

Did I mention football? Yeah, doing that too. Although after that last game, I might have to rethink watching. I’m not sure my heart can take it. *shudders*

Anyway, it’s Friday. Y’all don’t want to hear about my aches and pains and plans for the weekend, you want to get in the mood for your own fun, right? How about some 80s rock inspired music? You the kind I’m talking about. It makes you pretend you can hit falsetto notes and all you manage to do is sound like a dying cat. Yeah, I’m talking about The Darkness’ “I Believe In A Thing Called Love”.

Great earworm for Friday, don’t you think?

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Belated Weekend Review

It’s Thursday and I’m blogging about last weekend. I could say it took me this long to recover, but that’d be a partial lie. Maybe like 70% true, 30% false. Or maybe even 60/40. Either way, this weekend really tired me out. It was fun, but it wore me down.

See, I’ve decided to do this 30-day squat challenge which I started on Thursday last week. (If you’re interested, I’m up to 80 now.) That normally wouldn’t be a problem. Working out, or pseudo-working out is better than nothing. But I forgot about New Orleans. I enjoy spending time in the Quarter, especially when I can show a friend around.

Unfortunately for me and A.M. Griffin, it wasn’t just hot this weekend, it was hot as balls. Pardon my crudeness, but it was a totaly sweaty nightmare. If you’ve never been to the French Quarter, it stinks. Especially when the heat and humidity is high. Bourbon Street doesn’t close as far as I know, so people party all day and night. When people party all day and night, they tend to lose control of some bodily functions and inhibitions and do whatever wherever. If you catch my drift. Don’t get me wrong, the Quarter is still a great place to visit. Usually after a good hard rain though, or if the street cleaners have been out.

That wasn’t the case this weekend.

But that isn’t even the reason I’m so tired. You see, I got to NOLA a little late. I blame it on that wrong turn I took, but by the time I got there it was 10 in the morning and I had to save Griffin from eating her entire stash of chocolate for breakfast. We hit the streets in the search of food…and returned to the hotel at 4 that afternoon. We only sat down twice in that entire time which means we walked a good 4 hours. No biggie, right? Wrong! We were dragging ass by the time we got back to the hotel. DRAGGING. I thought Griffin was going to melt in the heat. It was a nightmare. We had fun window shopping and people watching and staring at the guy in the one-piece swimsuit/jumper thing and heels and shopping some more.

We spent a lot of time in…*frown* I have a card for the store, but I can’t remember what it’s called. It’s an adult toy store. *cough* We actually probably spent more time looking for the store than we did in it. From one end of Bourbon to the other, we traipsed back and forth, ogling the pretty men without their shirts who were there for Southern Decadence Fest, eyeballing Prince and Michael Jackson impersonators and pausing in front of as many businesses with cool air as we could. Because that’s the trick of surviving a walk in the Quarter: Soaking up as much cool air as you can when doors open. Anyway, we finally found the store and bought a whole bunch of stuff to give away. I’m not going to say why we’re giving stuff away yet, but I’ll explain that later.

Anyway, the result of all this walking and shopping and goofing off? We were in bed by 11. Yes, we’re in New Orleans, the Big Easy and we were in bed for 11 p.m. Apparently I snored. I don’t recall. Whatever. It was a long, wearing weekend and we were only together 24 hours! Of course now we’re all excited about RomantiCon in October and RT in May. They’re going to be epic.

If you’re heading to New Orleans for RT next year, my recommendation is to get a lot of walking experience under your belt first, buy a pair of uber comfortable shoes and a bag  you can carry about a case of water in. You know, just in case the heat is atrocious the way it was this weekend.

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Caveman Justin’s Song Pick

With RomantiCon right around the corner, I wanted to give my audience a chance to relearn the cavemen. No, I’m not interviewing them again. I figure they need to get all the rest they can get because once October rolls around, these men will be busy, busy!

Instead, some of them were nice enough to take over my What’s Playing Wednesday posts. They’re going to pick songs they’re into at the moment whether it’s something they like to rock out to in their cars, work out to, dance to or just relax to, these are the Caveman Picks.

Today we have Caveman Justin who also happens to be an author with JustinEllora’s cave. Justin also makes me feel like a slacker because he’s always busy doing something constructive. Me? Not so much.

Justin chose a country song to share with y’all. Country music isn’t a genre that makes a frequent appearance here on What’s Playing Wednesday. And in his words…

I like it because its got a good beat, Kenny Cheney is awesome and the meaning behind it. Just enjoy the moment no matter what others think.

His song choice? “Come Over” by Kenny Chesney. And while you’re listening to this, be sure to check out Justin’s bio on Ellora Cave’s website, his caveman bio and friend him on Facebook! If you’re going to RomantiCon in October, be sure to look for him.

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2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

19,000 people fit into the new Barclays Center to see Jay-Z perform. This blog was viewed about 63,000 times in 2012. If it were a concert at the Barclays Center, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Isn’t that cool? I had more views than Jay-Z did at a single concert! Okay, that doesn’t sound as impressive as I thought it would.

2012 was a good and bad year in many ways. In February, my agent and I parted ways after having difficulties selling Immortal Love. She did her absolute best, but New York wasn’t looking for sassy half-immortals.

From February to June, I went on a book writing binge, submitting Immortal Love to Evernight Publishing as well as a short story for their Keyboards and Kink Anthology. I sold You Bet Your Banshee to Siren and got bumped up to a hotter book level because of my stripping banshee. I wrote Primal Song in February, attended the Silken Sands Conference in March, got a request for work from Grace Bradley with Ellora’s Cave and had a sign contract by June.

Thus began my strange induction into the wild, erotic world of Ellora’s Cave. After Primal Song came out in August (amidst several trips to the hospital because of kidney stones for me), Primal Design came out in September and football season really kicked off. I’ve figured out (after three years of being a “serious” writer) that I can’t write during football season. I’m too engrossed in the games to pay attention. So I have to write a lot during the off-season.

I attended RomantiCon in October and had more fun than I ever have at any conference, no offense to anyone or their wonderful conferences. But there were half-naked cover models at this conferences and half-naked, muscular men trump everything else except for completely naked, muscular men. Just sayin’.

It was at this conference that I met some very interesting people. I went to the Pro Football Hall of Fame with Christine d’Abo, met Frances Stockton, Cara McKenna, J.K. Coi, had my hand on Caveman Nick’s rock hard ass, hooked my fingers in Caveman Georgio’s pants, got spanked by Caveman Georgio and spent several days cleaning up drool.

This is also where I met Lea Barrymire, A.M. Griffin, Cara Carnes, Piper Trace, Sasha Devlin, Cassandra Carr, Sky Robinson and Cristal Ryder. We spent a lot of time together, laughing (in my case dancing until I hurt), talking about spoofing erotic romance and later, we’d start the Cabal of Hotness. By the way, we’re kicking off our formal introduction to the world today. You should stop by to find out what you can about us before we take everything over starting January 2. Hint, we’re holding a giveaway in January.

I’ve met a lot of people in my writing career, some of them soul mates from the moment I speak with them, some of them frightened me (I’m not going to talk about her but she held me captive at my very first conference telling me about her soon-to-be-written eight book series), but for the most part, the people I’ve met in 2012 have helped push me to push my limits.

Sure, I’ve discovered I have a very dirty mouth. Orbitz would love me. But I’m okay with that. I enjoy what I write. I enjoy the person I’ve grown into. 2012 saw me becoming more confident in myself as a woman, as a writer and as a human being. I’m not quite as intense that I’ll start carrying a razor blade in my cheek to “cut a bitch”, but I’m not far from being Honey Badger bad ass either.

So here’s hoping 2013 will bring even more changes. And more sales for everyone. And more happiness in this world because God knows we need it.

Now, be careful out there, my pretties and Happy New Year!

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Randomness

First off, I nearly overslept this morning. I could blame it on nyquil because I took a dose before bed last night, but that stuff sort of wears off after four hours. No, the blame for me waking up too late to work out or even have a cup of coffee this morning goes to my characters.

It all started innocently enough. Sort of. I was waffling on a story. Okay, I was waffling on several stories and it occurred to me that others in my group—yeah, that group, The Cabal of Hotness—were suffering from the same inability to write. One night, after being frustrated by my characters yet again and hearing of another author’s problems getting the story out, I decided we needed to make a pact. And so we did. We’ve all vowed to complete and submit a story to a publisher by December 31, 2012. Failing to meet this deadline means at RomantiCon 2013, you’d have to buy the cabal drinks. The motivation here is money because some of us are lushes *cough “not me”*. If we meet this date we get to toast ourselves and pat ourselves on the backs for a job well done.

This brings me back to my original point. Seeing as how I don’t want to have to buy drinks for everyone, even though I’ll probably get toasted and start playing Lady Bountiful and buy drinks anyway, I realized I needed to get off my ass and write a friggin’ book. I have so many stories started, so many characters who don’t want to friggin’ cooperate with me, I’ve been pulling my hair out trying to decide which one needs to be the “one”. Writing on more than one wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I closed my eyes and picked one and that’s what I’ve been working on slowly. Very slowly.

I was supposed to write six thousand words yesterday, but only managed about 2500 before I got distracted by Duck Dynasty. But I have been trying to figure out where the first “real” sex scene because that’s what I dreamed about in my nyquil haze. Sex, sex, and more sex between my hero and heroine. In a gym, positions I’m still trying to figure out, you name it, they were doing it. Is it any wonder I woke up all bleary-eyed and exhausted?

So yeah, I’ll be writing lots and lots of sex it seems. I figure I can probably eek 15k in sex scenes which will put my story in the novella category. Throw in the conflict, the dark moment and the happy ever after and I can probably push this story to 38k, possibly 40k. Now, if I can do all of that, edit it, send it off to CPs and revise it one more time before sending it off on December 31st, I’ll be good.

*crosses her fingers*

What did you dream about last night? Oh! A few quick announcements to make. Don’t miss today’s edition of Demystifying the Male over at Lea Barrymire’s blog. And if you have any questions you’ve always wanted to ask a man but were afraid to, be sure to let her know so she can pass it along. Also, tomorrow I have the sexy and fun Taylor Cole on the blog talking about nearly anything I could think to ask him. It’s a great interview so be sure to stop by.

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Caveman Christian

It took us a little longer to get to this point than I’d anticipated, but here we are. A new week with a special twist. TWO men for you this week. Oh yes, you heard me. TWO sexy, interesting men to ease you into the start of holiday season.

It’s Monday. Boo. But, I have a special treat for y’all. Call it inspired, call it stalking, call it whatever you want, but I’m going to be putting the spotlight on real fantasy men. You heard me right! Over the next few weeks we’ll be spotlighting those hunky, muscled cover models for Ellora’s Cave.

I’ve been lucky enough to meet several of them and they’re the sweetest, most  flexible men you’d ever want to meet. Heh. Uh, I meant flexible in that they’re helpful…and other things. Oh I’m shutting up now.

Today we have the first of our Cavemen, Christian. I’ve had the great pleasure of seeing Christian in a loin cloth and peacock feathers. ‘Nuff said. Let’s hear from Christian. If you have any questions you’d like to ask him, do so in the comments. He’ll be stopping by periodically to answer them!

Danica: What’s your favorite/least favorite part of being a model/dancer?
Christian:  Looking at this question I’m realizing two things.. the first
one being that I guess I’m the only Caveman who  has never been
a dancer, which in turn leaves me with the second realization suddenly
of why those guys are such damn good dancers!  Honestly, when I first
heard the guys talking about La Bare, I thought they were talking
about some bear from France. So again, I have no experiences to pull
from as a dancer but I have plenty to pull from being a cover guy. My
first cover was the cover of IronMan Magazine in 1996 and the last one
I was on came out last month with roughly 450 covers in between that
time.
Truthfully there are SO many “favorite” parts to love, I can’t pick
just one.  Being continuously on International covers gives you
opportunities that most people never realize exist, let alone never
get.
As a trusted and recognizable face within the health and fitness
industry, I’ve been given the opportunity to travel all over the world
speaking on the benefits of health, fitness and a life I’m fortunate
enough to be living.
Meeting incredible people, like yourselves makes my life that much better.
So I guess to answer the question, the best part of being a cover
model for me is I get to travel the world, meet tons of interesting
people and I get paid to do it.

Danica: What were you like in high school? Jock? Nerd? Cheerleader? Teacher’s pet?
Christian: I was literally that quintessential skinny kid who got beaten up daily
for his $1.25 in lunch money.  Being the nerd of the school AND being
the focus of the school bully for years doesn’t exactly win you
friends OR girlfriends. At fifteen years old, I’d finally had
enough…so I ran away and never went back. From five years old and
until the day I left, I’d lived in Poplar Bluff, Missouri and I found
myself that junior year of high school in Fairfax, Virginia. It was
then that my life took a drastic departure from what I’d been used to.
Never really ever having new kids move into that tiny town I lived in,
I’d never witnessed what I now know to be the strange Universal law
that the “new kid” in school is automatically thrust into the school
lime lite, thus being thrust into “popularity” actually by default.
Ultimately it becomes your choice to either find a way to remain
popular or digress back to the shadows and the Land of Misfit Toys.  I
had never felt anything like “popularity” before…I liked it….and I
still do.

Danica: What’s one place in the world you’d like to visit and why?
Christian: The one place I’d like to visit is the Congo.  I really want to go
someplace as untouched by man as possible.  Personally, when I travel,
I like to live the the locals do. It’s the only way to truly experience their culture.  Eating at KFC in Bali, Indonesia just doesn’t feel quite right.

Danica: Do you have a favorite band? One you’d like to see live in concert?
Christian: Depending on my mood, my preference for a favorite band changes. I’ve always liked Nickelback and havent had the opportunity to see them in
concert yet…so I guess today it’s Nickleback!   🙂


Danica: What made you want to become a Caveman?
Christian: You know, I didn’t realize how cool it is to be a Caveman until after
I’d already become one.  Six years ago my good friend and photographer
extraordinaire, Syneca Featherstone, introduced me to Ellora’s Cave
and all the wonderful and interesting people who ARE Ellora’s Cave.
It was and always still is fun and exciting to venture into the sexy
kinky world E.C. and you guys, the readers, the authors, and the fans
have created. I love people who aren’t afraid to speak their
minds…and from the few things I’ve read coming out of Ellora’s Cave
Publishing, you guys have no problem saying exactly what you want to.
I like that!

1. Beach or Mountains? Beach
2. Boxers, briefs, commando? All three, depending on the situation and my mood
3. Favorite movie? Conan the Barbarian (with Arnold Schwarzenegger) is the movie that changed my life so from a sentimental standpoint, it’s that one BUT I LOVE the movie The Fountain…and Love Actually…shit, do I really only get to  pick one??
4. Favorite food? Italian
5. What kind of cologne do you wear? It’s called Scent, by Christian Boeving

This is for Cristal: How do you feel about Canadian women?
I LOOOOOOVE Canadian women!  It’s one of the few places on the earth
where the beauty of the place (at least Vancouver and a few other
places I’ve been to) matches the beauty of the women, both inside and
out. I’m not sure if it’s something in the water they drink, the
purity of the environment or the fact that “eh” is an actual word that
they use but Canada, I LOVE YA!!

Now for the fan question:
Caveman Fan asks: She has a copy of your Playgirl spread. Will you sign it for her?
And yes, I’d be happy to sign that for her.   🙂

Um…*drags her gaze away from the picture* Uh. Thanks, Christian! Uh. he…I think he had a question for y’all about book covers. What do y’all want/like to see on a book cover? What do you hate?

Now y’all, its your turn to ask him some questions. He didn’t seem fazed at all when I warned him y’all might try to make him blush. Julianne, I’m talking to you! So go for it. He’s going to be popping back on the blog Monday and Tuesday to make up for the technical difficulties that’s plagued his interview, so take advantage of him.  I mean, of his uh, generosity 😉

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RomantiCon: The Men

That’s what you were waiting to find out about anyway, wasn’t it? Just those sexy, studly men in their tight jeans or those black pants they wore for the Fever dance number. *swoons* Holy cow. Holy. Cow. I have no doubt that by the time this conference ended, the readers and authors were a little ab-dazed. You know, from staring at six-packs for four solid days, being close to those said abs, maybe even touching them.

Hell, I’m about to swoon again.

I was scared to death the first 24 hours of that conference. It’s hard for me to explain. I love the menz. I love looking at the menz, the more muscles the better. Yet seeing men in that kind of physical condition in person is a lot different from seeing them on television or the big screen. My sister-in-law will attest to the amount of noise I made for Magic Mike. She said “You moaned the entire time!” Can you just about imagine what it was like to walk among these guys? To take pictures with them?

‘Scuse me for a moment while I get a bib.

This was my face of terror. Sheer terror.

They’re total sweethearts. That’s probably worst than them being arrogant, good-looking guys. At least if they were assholes I could turn off the fangirlness. But they were darling and nice. Damn them. No, they were great. When they talked to you, it was as though you were the only woman there. That’s a gift we can’t let other men know about because god help us if they discover the cavemen’s secret weapons: attentiveness and confidence.

There’s even more terror now, but I think I’m too hidden by muscled bodies to see it.

This is Nick in a lewd pose with his statue.

There was Nick who won Alpha Caveman. He was the Zumba dancing, dimple flashin’ (the ones on his face, haha) sweetie pie. He was everywhere I looked, dancing, smiling, charming the ladies. Le sigh, he let me sniff him. He smells delicious by the way.

This is the only picture I took without blinking. I have sensitive pupils!

Ryan, the South African hunk who reminded me of Thor while he was wearing his Spartan costume *swoon*, turned out to be a talented artist. He’s got this amazing Sith African accent that reminds me of Cade from Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark and I do love me some Cade. Yowsa.

Bryan, a tall, lean drink of water with heavenly blue eyes, had a smile that made me want to blush even as he made me feel at ease with him. I think he was the tallest of the cavemen. If I’m wrong, someone feel free to correct me. With a spanking, but it seemed as though all of the tall readers and authors gravitated toward him. I did too but only because I’m an equal opportunity groper. Heh.

After this dance I was kind of like ‘yeah, I can handle this’.

Georgio, oh Georgio, wherefore art thou Georgio. I have a severe crush on him. It’s because he spanked me. *shrug* So I’m easy. I never said I wasn’t. Spank me, pound and grind against me like a beast in full rut and I’ll love you for life. Oh and do it all with a thick, Hungarian accent and hello, nurse!

He’s looking for someone to snack on. *bounces up and down in her chair*

Then there was Eli. I kept telling everyone I wanted to fold him up and put him in my pocket he was so darling and innocent looking. That was until I saw him give the lap dance instructor a lap dance. Yes, he gave that woman the kind of dance I’m sure will stick with her for the rest of her life. Ay yi yi!  Sneaky man. His secret weapon is his seeming innocence which he uses to lure the womenz to him. Gotta love it.

 I ended up talking with Justin for a long time about his book, his life. He’s a very fascinating man. Add in the fact that he has  muscles on top of muscles, a beautiful smile and yeah, I was staring at him. And trying not to think about him sitting in my lap. Then you throw Taylor Cole in the mix and you have a lethal combination. *fans herself* Oh yes, Taylor has this sly smile like he knows things. Lots of things and if you peeked into his mind you’d probably cream your panties. Uh-huh. Texas boys…gotta love them.

Taylor Cole is on the left and Justin is on the right. Their book, Take It Off, is something else!

Am I finished yet? No! Because there were a few men I didn’t get the chance to talk to, but who were definitely heavenly to look at and watch dance. Did I mention these guys could dance like nobody’s business? They could and they were amazing at it. Ace took over the dance floor every time he showed up. This man has moves that made me wonder if he even had vertebrae because god knows I would’ve thrown my back out doing anything he did. As it is, I think Georgio attempted to break my money-maker with his super-sonic hip thrusting skills. *cough* David was simply beautiful. Ay yi yi…I’m biting my knuckle because yeah…oh wow. Thick eyelashes, a beautiful tan, gorgeous body and a smile that could knock a woman sideways. And lest I forget Cole, he was another one of the cute ones who made me want to take him home with me. I wouldn’t have violated him. Honest. At least I’m sure I wouldn’t have unless he happened to give me a shy smile. Then it would be on.

*sigh* So many men, so many men. Did you know they’re going to be visiting my blog over the next few weeks? Oh yes, you know Danica was working her mojo and getting email addresses, facebook accounts…phone numbers. For work! Honestly. Maybe. Ahem.

I hope y’all are ready because while RomantiCon is over for a year, the cavemen are still around, looking sexy, buff and moving in ways that have to be illegal in at least 32 states.

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RomantiCon: The Conversations

If you’re easily offended, now is the time to close this post.

I didn’t realize just how much I hold back until this conference. There are a lot of things I avoid saying so as not to offend people. I want everyone to like me. However, I’m an erotic romance writer. I’m going to offend a lot of people who don’t understand the genre, so you know what? Fuck it. You heard me, I said it. Fuck it. I’m going to let it out and hope I don’t lose that many readers.

The conversations I had at RomantiCon varied greatly. It could have been something as serious as relationships that are rocky to losing someone important. Or it could have been something completely silly and hysterical. If you were sitting at a table with me the last night, the phrase “Shoulder holder” should have significant meaning to you. That and Oklahoma. Which now every time I see/hear that word I immediately want to stretch out to make myself as flat as possible.

Then there was the book signing. I was sitting right next to Lea Barrymire who is a bad influence. I swear she was trying to get me in trouble. It started off innocently enough, with me calling over one of the cavemen to talk about interviewing him for the blog. He crouched in front of me to talk and my brain must have gone on hiatus to have all of that attention on me. *fans herself* Hell, my heart is fluttering just thinking about it. Did I care that he’s the same age as my nephew? Nope.

Anyway, I’m giving him my spiel about the blog process and interview and when I get to the part where I ask if he has any subjects that are taboo, he says, “I don’t understand. You’re not going to ask me if I fuck barnyard animals or something, are you?” Oh. My. God. I’m so glad I was able to keep calm, but inside I was dying from laughing hysterically. No, we are not asking the cavemen that question, people. But man, that was hilarious.

So while I have this gorgeous man at my table (which my phone autocorrected to twaddle), I saw a few readers checking him out. I called them over so they could meet him and chat. Once he left, Lea and I spoke with the ladies about Ohio and the Amish and…was there a burlesque dancer in there as well? I seem to recall asking her about pasties. Hm. *shrug* Somehow we got on the topic of menage stories and the fact that no matter how careful the men are in a m/f/m sandwich…there’s going to be touching. There might have even been mention of balls slapping together.

It was at this point that an Ellora’s Cave staff member walked up with a video camera. He stopped, backtracked and said, “What was that?”

Normally I would have turned beet red and changed the subject. However, there must be something in the air at the hotel…testosterone maybe? The same hormone that drives women wild and men to do crazy things? I don’t know really. But yes, I told him exactly what we were talking about which then led to a discussion about double balls or quad balls and well it really just went downhill from there.

And sadly enough, this was the most tame conversation I had there. It was freeing and relaxing to know I could say something that would normally be interpreted as disgusting and uncouth without being judged. That’s the best part about RomantiCon. I could tell Sasha Devlin I was jealous of her boobs without her thinking it was sexual. I loved every part of the conversations had with the ladies I met, not to mention you never knew what you were going to get when you spoke with the cavemen.

I’ve managed to drag out this entire week without talking exclusively about the men. Well, tomorrow’s about the smexy menz of Ellora’s Cave. My recommendation is that you get a bib, make sure you’re in a locked room and have a clean pair of panties available because these men are h.o.t.

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RomantiCon: The Music

Don’t be shy! I see y’all stopping by the blog but no one commenting. If you don’t want anyone to know your name, just make a fake on, but please leave a comment. I won’t bite.  Hard, unless you ask me to.

Of course I’m going to talk about the music for the convention. It just so happens to fit in with my What’s Playing Wednesday theme. Before I get to that though, remember I need questions to ask the cavemen when they stop by the blog. Post your question for them in the comments and I’ll forward them to the guys.

Now back to the What’s Playing Wednesday post. I’m not a dancer but you couldn’t have guessed that from this weekend. I played music because according to my band director, I had no rhythm for dancing. I can shake my butt (which is easy since there’s so much of it), but I found myself dancing, or rather doing my version of dancing, nearly every night of this convention. In fact, I was strongly reminded of college, when I used to go out every night of the week. I’d always start off in my chair, doing what I called “chair dancing”, before I ended up on the dance floor. By the 2nd party, I was dragging other people out on the dance floor.

This behavior didn’t come without its downsides. Each morning I would swing my legs over the side of the bed and eye the floor warily because walking hurt. Standing hurt. My ass, my thighs and my feet hated me. But I couldn’t sit down and watch everyone else have fun. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cavemen dancing in the crowd. I swear. I didn’t dance with any of them. I didn’t stand behind them and stare at their tight asses as they gyrated in ways that’ll haunt me until I see it happen again. And again and again. *shivers*

But we’re talking about music, not glistening skin with rippling muscles and jeans that barely clung to tight, little butts you could bounce a quarter off of. We were talking about music. Right. Music….um. There was music playing. Um, dance music. Throbbing bass, catchy lyrics, you know the deal. It’s not something I listen to often. In fact, by the time I got in my car at the airport yesterday, I was parched for heavy metal and rocked out on the drive home.

The guys can dance to just about anything and make it look as though they’d practiced it a million times. These are some amazing dancers. Seriously amazing. I just missed screaming guitars and screaming lyrics and headbanging something awful. *sniff* Maybe next year I’ll sing something my speed to get the party started.

Nah, I want people to like me, not chase me from the room with torches and pitchforks. 😉

Be sure to stop by the rest of the week to find out about what else went on at RomantiCon 2012!

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