Love, Light and Shadows...

My writing is structured, daily thoughts... not always.

Vacation and whatnot
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Since finishing Vengeance Moon I've been struggling with Post Write 'em depression--y'know, when you finally finish the book and wonder, 'what next?' I know what I should be doing, I should be writing a sequel, but currently no story is singing. *sigh* Today is pretty much a wash, I'm tired and the arthritis is flared up and making my upper arm muscles achey'; tomorrow, I kick my own ass, fire up the coffee pot early and get cracking.

Last weekend we visited a cottage in Shamrock, Wisconsin; a little piece of Heaven hidden in the woods. To say I love it at Polly Falls is a massive understatement. The long cottage is situated yards from a small waterfall, and a cluster of rapids. We slept to the lullaby of dancing waters, read and played on the little beach during the day, drank good wine and ate great food in the evenings. The last day, my hubby took me by the hand and walked me right up to the falls (he is such a romantic!). Thousands of gallons of water pouring on my feet, kinetic energy charging the air, earth's energy flooding me...absolutely amazing feeling. It's a sensation I wish I could share.

I've been tinkering with a few different WIPs: a 'space opera', a western sequel, a horror romance with zombies *gasp*, Vengeance Eclipsed the sequel to Vengeance Moon, even a realm-to-realm fantasy with a tattooed magician.

Still waiting on word from The Knight Agency. Cross what you've got for me!


It's offical
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I've submitted my werewolves to The Knight Agency. I could only chew on the query so long. Pray for me!

Curious about my werewolves? Here's the skinny:

In the time I've been off the blogs I have completed the werewolf novel (and it kicks ass. Seriously). I've also rounded up some pictures of actors who best typify my characters (no, no film deal), worked up two different blurbs, a three-sentence pitch, and brain stormed the sequel. So, here's a little taste of what I've been up to:

In a world where the tides of the moon control a werewolf’s power, only hybrid Sariah DuShayne has the ability to change at will. She’s hell-bent on taking out Xander, the sadistic son of a bitch who made her, if his own disgruntled bodyguard Agro doesn’t kill him first. Sexy cage fighter Stephan Colinford, a werecat who cannot control his own abilities or his overwhelming attraction to Sariah, complicates her plans and steals her heart. But, when Xander crosses the line and hurts a human friend, hearts and immortality are laid on the line.




Xander Waithorn, (Christian Bale) alpha of the werewolf pack. He's a pompous sadistic playboy with a penchant for busty blonds -- he takes what he wants and leaves someone else to clean up the mess. After nearly a century as pack alpha, and with a loyal sergeant-at-arms, Xander thinks his seat of power is secure. Sins pile up. Karma eventually grows teeth. After a life of arrogancy and self-gratification, he has more than one creature gunning for him.





 
Agro Johnson, (Matt Damon) the enforcer of the werewolf pack. Agro was hired and turned werewolf for his brawn, not his brains. A dog who's been kicked too many times, Agro's turned on his maker, and set a plot in motion to bring about Xander's downfall and his ascenion to pack alpha. Agro's biggest mistake is discounting the bonds of loyalty formed between his enemies in and out of the pack.



Sariah DuShayne (Jessica Biel) She foolishly thought she could share herself with two men, two breeds of Were and not pay a price. When a full moon threesome goes awry, Sariah's lover is killed and she becomes a hybrid. Decades later, when her tolerance for Xander has grown thin and a friend is attacked and left for dead, the time for revenge has finally come. Sariah will risk last life and limb to punish the male Weres for their crimes, to her and the other girls left behind in Xander's quest for gratification.




Stephan Colinford (Ryan Reynolds) He's a natural born werecat with no control over his powers. A rogue lion, he fled the lion Pride in Europe looking for a life in the world of cage combat and Mixed Martial Arts. His dreams for normalcy are dashed the night he first sees Sariah in her hybrid Were form. Drawn like a moth to her flame Stephan shadows her full moon raids, yearning to touch her, taste her, plumb the depths of the connection he feels to her. In falling for Sariah, Stephan embarks on the path to claim his blood heritage, taking control of the lion within.



Shaynie Dawson (Michelle Tractenberg) Orphan and sister to a deceased member of Sariah's den. Hungry for the life her sister led, Shaynie skims the edge of the werewolf world, unaware of the hell she will go through when Xander drags her by his teeth into it's dark abyss. Raped, mauled and left for dead, Shaynie awakes in Sariah's arms. She is destined for a pivitol role in the simmering feud between Sariah and the male werewolves, a role where she will come into her own strength, a role where her heart and soul will be tested.




Jaxon Black (Jared Lehto) is the cousin of Creston Black, local grunge singer and Xander's favorite pet. Jaxon is also Stephan's main competition in the local MMA gym. Jax's dreams of pack inclusion happen on the same new moon that his cousin is killed while Xander hides behind his bodyguard. Blood is thick in the Black clan, and his cousin's death is the turning point in Jax's immortality. He runs both sides of the fence, keeping himself close to the one who let Creston die, while he wins his way into the murder's den and into the heart of her newest addition. To avenge his cousin's death, he will side with the killer, and join the war to take down Xander, the Were that let Creston die.



And my favorite blurb:

Some dogs should be put down. Xander Waithorn is one of them. In Victorian England, he killed my lover and turned me Were. Little did he know, when he bit me, he gave me the power to one day get revenge.

For decades I struggled to harness the gift of my new moon hybrid powers. I regret most of the blood I shed over those years--it is illegal to kill humans, after all. A century later, in a Michigan port town, I found Xander entrenched behind a mercenary bodyguard and an entire pack of werewolves. Xander hadn’t changed--he was still the sick sadistic son of a bitch he’d been when he attacked me. I’ve changed, taken control of my powers, and taken the string of female victims he left behind into the safety of my den.

Only Stephan Colinford, a sexy as hell MMA fighter with a hidden secret has distracted me from my growing vendetta. After Xander attacked a close friend, I waged war on the monster, stealing his territory block by block. And, one night, after I’ve taken his friends, and undermined his authority as Alpha male, I’ll rip his throat out and spit it back in his face, because... Revenge is a bitch, and so am I.


Okay, back to spiffing up the outline. Well, maybe slam some antihistamine first, then I'll work on the outline. Maybe I'll hold off until tomorrow, then inhale copious amounts of coffee, THEN I'll work on it. Yep! That's a plan.



Coming out of hiding
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Yes, I've been MIA for quite a while. I'm worried I'm going to turn into a soft, squishy version of John Rambo, go crazy, blow up a town and then cry about it. *snort* In the time I've been off the blogs I have completed the werewolf novel (and it kicks ass. Seriously). I've also rounded up some pictures to represent my characters, worked up to different blurbs, a three-sentence pitch, and brain stormed the sequel. So, here's a little taste of what I've been up to:
 

Werewolf packs have a hierarchy: lap dogs, guard dogs, top dogs. I’m nothing like them, a werewolf hybrid and hell-bent on taking out Xander, the pack alpha and sadistic son of a bitch who made me. Regardless of my werecat distraction, or Xander’s guard dog, I will rip out his throat and spit it back in his face because revenge is a bitch, and so am I.




Xander Waithorn, (Christian Bale) alpha of the werewolf pack. He's a pompous sadistic playboy with a penchant for busty blonds -- he takes what he wants and leaves someone else to clean up the mess. After nearly a century as pack alpha, and with a loyal sergeant-at-arms, Xander thinks his seat of power is secure. Sins pile up. Karma eventually grows teeth. After a life of arrogancy and self-gratification, he has more than one creature gunning for him.







Agro Johnson, (Matt Damon) the enforcer of the werewolf pack. Agro was hired and turned werewolf for his brawn, not his brains. A dog who's been kicked too many times, Agro's turned on his maker, and set a plot in motion to bring about Xander's downfall and his ascenion to pack alpha. Agro's biggest mistake is discounting the bonds of loyalty formed between his enemies in and out of the pack.





Sariah DuShayne (Jessica Biel) She foolishly thought she could share herself with two men, two breeds of Were and not pay a price. When a full moon threesome goes awry, Sariah's lover is killed and she becomes a hybrid. Decades later, when her tolerance for Xander has grown thin and a friend is attacked and left for dead, the time for revenge has finally come. Sariah will risk last life and limb to punish the male Weres for their crimes, to her and the other girls left behind in Xander's quest for gratification.





Stephan Colinford (Ryan Reynolds) He's a natural born werecat with no control over his powers. A rogue lion, he fled the lion Pride in Europe looking for a life in the world of cage combat and Mixed Martial Arts. His dreams for normalcy are dashed the night he first sees Sariah in her hybrid Were form. Drawn like a moth to her flame Stephan shadows her full moon raids, yearning to touch her, taste her, plumb the depths of the connection he feels to her. In falling for Sariah, Stephan embarks on the path to claim his blood heritage, taking control of the lion within.




Shaynie Dawson (Michelle Tractenberg) Orphan and sister to a deceased member of Sariah's den. Hungry for the life her sister led, Shaynie skims the edge of the werewolf world, unaware of the hell she will go through when Xander drags her by his teeth into it's dark abyss. Raped, mauled and left for dead, Shaynie awakes in Sariah's arms. She is destined for a pivitol role in the simmering feud between Sariah and the male werewolves, a role where she will come into her own strength, a role where her heart and soul will be tested.






Jaxon Black (Jared Lehto) is the cousin of Creston Black, local grunge singer and Xander's favorite pet. Jaxon is also Stephan's main competition in the local MMA gym. Jax's dreams of pack inclusion happen on the same new moon that his cousin is killed while Xander hides behind his bodyguard. Blood is thick in the Black clan, and his cousin's death is the turning point in Jax's immortality. He runs both sides of the fence, keeping himself close to the one who let Creston die, while he wins his way into the murder's den and into the heart of her newest addition. To avenge his cousin's death, he will side with the killer, and join the war to take down Xander, the Were that let Creston die.

And my favorite blurb:

Some dogs should be put down. Xander Waithorn is one of them. In Victorian England, he killed my lover and turned me Were. Little did he know, when he bit me, he gave me the power to one day get revenge.

For decades I struggled to harness the gift of my new moon hybrid powers. I regret most of the blood I shed over those years--it is illegal to kill humans, after all. A century later, in a Michigan port town, I found Xander entrenched behind a mercenary bodyguard and an entire pack of werewolves. Xander hadn’t changed--he was still the sick sadistic son of a bitch he’d been when he attacked me. I’ve changed, taken control of my powers, and taken the string of female victims he left behind into the safety of my den.

Only Stephan Colinford, a sexy as hell MMA fighter with a hidden secret has distracted me from my growing vendetta. After Xander attacked a close friend, I waged war on the monster, stealing his territory block by block. And, one night, after I’ve taken his friends, and undermined his authority as Alpha male, I’ll rip his throat out and spit it back in his face, because... Revenge is a bitch, and so am I.


Okay, back to spiffing up the outline. *groan* Well, maybe brew a pot of coffee first, THEN I'll work on the outline. Yep! That's a plan. Honestly, I'll have the brainstorming page for the sequel open, too...probably at least one other story as well... (I should have been a Gemini...)


GOODY BASKET GIVE AWAY!!
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It's time to unveil the Goody Basket contest for Slade and Kally!! I've been holding this one back until the ARe interview, so I could announce it on air. ^_^

Basket Contents:
  • TWO baskets, one handwoven by me
  • crystal soap, scented with my custom blended New Moon perfume oil
  • bottle of New Moon perfume oil, a light airy mix of jasmine and lavender
  • Western wear inspired green turquoise bracelet beaded by me
  • AND a bevy of items donated by the gals of the Midnight Moon Cafe! MMC items include:
  1. silver and amethyst ring donated by Cassandra Curtis
  2. pouch of lavender buds also from Cassandra
  3. leather pouch from Cassandra
  4. a pile of goodies, note cards, pens, etc from the MMC girls!
So, what do you do to be put in the running for the goody basket?
Here's the rules:

  1. Read the EXCERPT posted on Samhain's website, and answer this question: What was the last thing Kally felt?
  2. Go the the Midnight Moon Cafe BLOG and answer this question: What are the titles of the three free reads in the left hand column, and their respective authors?
  3. Email you answers to AERought@gmail.com with the subject line SLADE AND KALLY GOODY BASKET (only emails with this subject line will be counted.)
  4. Include your email address for later contact.
  5. Contest will be open until March 1st.
Good luck, and Bright Blessings!
AE

Going to be on Blog Talk Radio tonight!
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Thank god they allow introverts to talk inside their shells! I'm all wiggly in my guts about being on live on the radio tonight. Interested in listening in? 9:30 pm EST go HERE Just don't laugh when you hear the quavering in my voice.

Vengeance Moon :: teaser
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Some dogs should be put down. Xander Waithorn is one of them. In Victorian England, he killed my lover and turned me Were. Little did he know, when he bit me, he gave me the power to one day get revenge.

For decades I struggled to harness the gift of my new moon hybrid powers. I regret most of the blood I shed over those years--it is illegal to kill humans, after all. A century later, in a Michigan port town, I found Xander entrenched behind a mercenary bodyguard and an entire pack of werewolves. Xander hadn’t changed--he was still the sick sadistic son-of-a-bitch he’d been when he attacked me. I’ve changed, taken control of my powers, and taken the string of female victims he left behind into the safety of my den.

Only Stephan Colinford, a sexy as hell MMA fighter with a hidden secret has distracted me from my growing vendetta. After Xander attacked a close friend, I waged war on the monster, stealing his territory block by block. And, one night, after I’ve taken his friends, and undermined his authority as Alpha male, I’ll rip his throat out and spit it back in his face, because... Revenge is a bitch, and so am I.



The Host :: my thoughts
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::WARNING: I am opinionated, though I'm trying to be nice here...::
Well, I've read it twice now. Read ALL of Stephenie's books twice, and for what it's worth, I like The Host far and above the Twilight saga. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely a Fanpire, I love the angst, wolves and vampires in the Twilight saga--hell, I went out and bought Alice's choker with my royalty money--but there is something bewitching about The Host.

As an author, I feel The Host is a better written book--Stephenie echoes that opinion in a video about the book on Amazon (check out video HERE). In my Twilight related discussions with others, I've not held back my disappointment--nay, disgust--at the repetitive words in the Twilight saga. At points, I felt brain bludgeoned by: icy, marble, stone, bronze, Edward Edward Edward... Not to mention Bella's internal whining, like a sink that won't stop dripping through the saga, "I'm not good enough for him", "I'm not good enough for him"...

Granted, there are a couple of words that carried over from the series to The Host that must be Meyer's favorites, like 'crouch'. But for the most part, the repetitious writing isn't there.

The unique plot concept pulled me in. Okay, there are myriad books out there about 'after the fall of human society', but at least for me, this was an entirely new angle. I loved the female lead's duality of character; which, in turn, puts a hell of a spin on the romantic entanglements that arise because of it.

Yes. There is a similar essence in the Twilight saga and The Host. There is a huge HUGE 'threesome' thing throughout the Twilight saga--a plot vehicle that seems like one of Stephenie's favorite horses to beat--but it works better in this one. It is not the same, lacks the neediness, and unbalanced aspect that is prevalent in Twilight. Even though there is an alien entity involved, it seems more human, more realistic in The Host.

Is everything different? No. It's obviously a Meyer's work, but IMHO, this is a better brand, a higher quality of Meyer's work.

After I let a friend borrow it, I'll probably drag it around and read my favorite bits. Again.

Werewolf take over
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Well, for months, I've floundered with my werewolf story, chewing on the changes I wanted to make, snarling at the inconsistencies holding me back. Recently, the problems cleared themselves in an epiphany of mind-shattering proportions.

Yes. I am supposed to working on other stories.
No. This one doesn't have a home yet.
BUT this is 'the one', if you know what I mean. I think my author friends will know.

btw, that's Forrest Griffin up there. He's a famous MMA fighter in The UFC, and also the inspiration behind Stephan Colinford, the star of the little tidbit of hotness I'm sharing with y'all. (Warning: there are words in this one not found in other AE books. And they are staying.)

His gaze wandered her body, then returned to her face, where he tried to gauge her reactions. Stephan offered her a hand. Her gaze left his eyes, moved to his hand and then seemed to shift internal before her eyelids dropped into a sexy come-hither look.

Stephan wasn’t going anywhere, but he damn sure meant to pull her in. Her fingers were delicate in his when he curled them to his palm and yanked her close, striking her soft body against his. A strange tingle danced through him. His breathing quickened, his heart raced.

“Oh?” Her breath was intoxicating, an enticing caress on his face. “Don’t you mean the lack of distance between us?”

He released her hand, wrapping his arm around her, spinning them both until her back was pinned to the vinyl coated chain link cage. He curled his fingers into the fencing to either side of her shoulders, leaning close, feeling the heat rise from her before running his nose along the exposed skin of her throat. Goddammn she smelled good--like a lioness but wilder. He growled in her ear. “Do you have a problem with this?”

“Not at all. In fact...” Her gaze devoured the length of his body. He could almost feel the weight of her gaze straying over his pelvis and loins. He knew she was thinking thoughts as erotic as he was. Stephan caught the color of her imaginings through his untapped werecat senses. “I whole-heartedly encourage it.”

“...bring me to my knees, Saint...” Her thoughts solidified into words for him. Stephan liked the path her mind was on. Seemed Sariah could be a match in bedroom sports.

A smile crooked the right corner of his lips. He released the cage with his right hand, fingers braiding into her hair on the way to her cheek. “But what if there was distance... if I wasn’t here for a while? We are heading out of town, traveling to another fight venue.”

She pouted. “Bummer. I was just beginning to enjoy this.” Her thoughts weren’t so acquiescent. “...tackle him, ride his hips down to the mat...”

He stiffened just at the images he glimpsed in her mind. Oh yes please. Wait. No, not now. Maybe not ever.

He couldn’t let her know how badly he wanted the same thing. He’d have to tell her everything, then, and he couldn’t admit to what he couldn’t control. Stephan stroked the fine skin of her cheek. “It’ll be a couple weeks. We’re hoping to actually meet a representative of Couture’s gym, maybe Randy himself...”

“Can’t stand in the way of that, can I?” Her bottom lip was full and his mouth watered to taste it. His thumb strayed from her cheek to trace the bottom edge of her lip.

“You could try...” He wanted her to; the lust surging in him demanded it. Her gaze fell, and he stepped back. “By the way, I never properly introduced myself. I’m Stephan Colinford.”

“It’s a pleasure making your acquaintance.” A purr rolled through her words. She made no attempts to hide the cat within. “I’m Sariah DuShayne and I’m dying to know just one thing about you...”



NEW RELEASE!
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It has been a very, very VERY long time. But, I have good news, Livejournal! My latest release is available at Samhain, and you can check it out here, SLADE AND KALLY

BLURB:

Running from pain—falling into love.

Letting Go of the Reins, Book 1

Weeks before Thanksgiving, Kally Jensen leaves her life in Michigan and her abusive fiancé behind. With her sister’s money, a teddy bear and bruises she cannot hide, she tries to disappear. She almost does—permanently—when icy roads force her car into a ditch, leaving her stranded and injured on a cattle ranch in Hulett, Wyoming.

Fate answers ex-police officer Slade Carlson’s unspoken need for change by delivering a hypothermic girl into his arms. Kally is like no call he’s worked before; her abuse-related injuries and unconscious cries for mercy pierce his lonely heart. Nursing Kally back to health and helping her see life beyond the pain gives Slade the purpose he’s been looking for.

Holding back his feelings until she can work through her own emotional pain will be the hardest thing he’s ever done. Yet new love blossoms like a Christmas Lily in the Wyoming winter.

Still, Slade’s love may not be enough to protect Kally when the shadows rise from her past…

Warning This title contains: cranky bulls, rusty pick-up trucks, bar fights, shot guns and a hot sexy cowboy you’ll want for your own.


It's been Samhain's best seller for four days now! And, it is ARe's January ebook club pick! PLUS there's a video on Youtube thanks to my friend/editor's help. You can watch the video here: SLADE AND KALLY VIDEO

Okay, time to cook dinner...


Pirate Booty
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HERE'S THE SWAG...THE BOOTY...THE TREASURE ALL PIRATES ARE AFTER!!

I'm playing along with some other romance authors, doing a treasure hunt of sorts, and as soon as I get some links to lead you on the treasure hunt, I'll post them here. :)

Bright Blessings!
AE

CONTEST CORRECTION
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Well, it seems I did things wrong with my contest. *sigh* I have to provide entrants with a way to find the answer without having to buy the book. So, if you're interested here's a excerpt with the needed information :


And the contest is:
In celebration of Nuermar's Last Witch 's print release this month, I am running a big contest all month long. There are THREE PRIZES!!
 
PRIZES ARE:
1. An e-book of Nuermar's Last Witch, the novel reviewers are calling "a spellbinding fantasy," "an action packed adventure," and was nominated for Ecataromance's Reviewer's Choice Award.
2. A ruby and clear czech fire-polished glass necklace.
3. For the one who answers the trivia question correctly, Colly of Skinsations Soap and Bath Products made a goody basket! Included is a vanilla candle to set the mood, two lovely glycerin soaps of Amber Vanilla, and a bottle of Rapture scented body lotion!!
(Pictures of both the basket and the necklace are posted on my blog and my MySpace blog)
RULES:
The contest will be open all month, but there is only one way to enter:
1.     Email me at AERought@gmail.com
2.     put MARCH CONTEST in the subject line
3.     in the body of the email put either
·       NECKLACE
·       BOOK, or
·       TRIVIA to try for the good basket.
The trivia question is:
Which monk who first greets Maelis and Joran inside the monastery?
To keep up with me, you can join DarkInk  and set your email settings to Special Announcements, because I will be sending out my newsletters that way.
 
GOOD LUCK!!

Bliss
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Ahhhh, bliss they name is rock-n-roll in the morning!  

The DH is gone playing paintball, Kat is gone to a friend's all weekend.  It's just been me, KG and his buddy all morning.  I put in Extreme Behavior by Hinder, played it rather loud, we've had bacon and toast, I've had expresso with 1/2 and 1/2.  What a great morning!  And, I totally avoided rewrites for awhile, and rejuvenated my spirit.  Now I feel like I could rip out a chapter or two.  Once showered, cuz I'm still in jammies, I plan to do just that.  

Hell, I might even indulge myself in the erotica short stories, or my bitch Sariah.  She is my favourite character so far, out of all heroines I've written.  She is strong in herself, needs few, takes what she wants and has full on tendancies to kill those who get in her path.  Plus, she's blonde, like me.  *grin*  That's new, to write a blonde, instead of a redhead or dark haired character.  Plus, Sariah is a Were, with *ahem* some very unique characteristics, besides the whole take-no-prisonsers personality.  

I am supposed to be prepping Sariah for pitching at BEA, along with FOREVER DARK.  That will be a major learning experience, too.  I've kind of hid behind my agent and the anonymity of the internet so far.  Very very few people have actually talked to me, few have looked at my picture (although there's been WAY over 1,000 hits on the webby).  I'm going to be putting ME out there, my face, my mouth making all kinds of mistakes...  I'm kind of nervous.  I'm much more the type to say, "Here it is, love it or leave it."  :)  But, Goddess knows, I've changed so much in my writing.  I've grown; gotten sleaker, meaner.  A certain savage beauty, I think.  But, hey, this is me talking about my own writing.  I suppose I could post a snippet from my penname...

EXCERPT FROM HUNTED (copyright, AE Rought, 2006):
 
Well, there, I think I've frittered enough time this morning.  Time to shower and make like a real writer for the day.

Update
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PAGE 100 of the rewrite of Nuermar's Last Witch!!  WOOT  It's almost one third done and I am on schedule.  The best thing is, I am getting to make it better, chew on it, claw it around and drag it up near to the level of my writing now.  It can't be the same pacing and stylistic voice that I use in my dark romance, or my erotica under my pennmae, but dammit, for a non-sex fantasy romance, it's close.  I am gonna have to reward myself somehow.  :)

I just wish 'some certain editor' (here on livejournal) would read the sample of Forever Ends, in my current sleek, vicious style, before passing judgement on Forever Dark.  I would glady roll over and rewrite Dark to match the sequel in pace and style.  Might take me four months, total.  Hopefully 'some certain editor' will take them both into consideration.  But, well... wish in one hand and spit in the other...  It's such a powerless postition to be in.  Makes me want to open up one of the other W'sIP and slaughter something.  But, I wrote the most kickass killing scene in there already.  *sigh*  And, I digress.  I was talking about Forever Dark, not HUNTED.  The kicker is, there are two newer presses that want Dark already.  And, Medallion Press is reviewing Dark, too, and is showing some interest.  Such a funky, awkward postion.

Well, my brain is addled of late, especially now, so I think I will slink off to the coffee pot.  mmmmmmmhazel nut!  Then I'll see how much I can bang out of Witch.  The more I can get done in Witch, the more time I have to play with the erotica shorts, and my werewolf bitch Sariah.  *sigh*  Ya gotta love a good, tough bitch character.   

LIVE CHAT EVENT
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Hi, livejournal.

Tonight, from 9 to 9:30pm I will be part of the chat event on the NovelSpotters site. Most of the other SamHellions will be there chatting and excerpting throughout the day, so drop by!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Novelspotters/

Your support would be great ~ I'm actually a little nervous about this. *shocker, I know*

WRESTLING
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**This is the exact same post as my pennname blog. I am feeling pretty damn rough this morning, so I didn't want to put anymore thought into things...**

My girlfriend Abby and I went to a TNA wrestling event last night. Longass car ride, and traffic on this side of the state is just damn scary. Even though we had great road tunes (thanks to my LJ firend codequeen), I was a bundle of nerves until we hit the arena parking lot.

That's when the fun began. We traipsed passed a line of people, and OMFG my first thought was, "Damn they sure grow 'em pretty around here!" Now, I'm not vain, by any means, but DAMN Patchy dyed hair, guys with chin pubes down to the their chest, unkempt hair all around and chicks who look like they got beat with an ugly stick and then dropped out a fucking tree to land on their faces, kids with clothes that looked weekes worth of unclean. That would explain the looks my girlfriend and I kept getting from the waiter at the sports bar. Colin, the waiter was particularly friendly, even served us beers without carding us. I hhaaaadd to drink it then, even though I don't usually consume beer in public, especially with mails of road to go to get home. *"ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" I due, after beer*

But, I digress…

The show fuckin rocked! Never mind the acute lack of intelligence that surrounded us… There is SO much more action, so many more high risk maneuvers. WOW Flying outside the ring, rocketing from the ropes, slamming against the barricades, tables and chairs.

Matches watched were: SharkBoy and Simon Diamond, Sabin versus somebody somewhat local; Rhyno and A1 from Team Canada; Team Canada vs. Insane Clown Posse; AJ Styles and Samoa Joe (in the arena known as Sloppy Joe); Abyss and Sabu (Sabu smashed Abyss' head between a table and a chair and his ass); Christian and JJ, and tag team match up between The Naturals and America's Most Wanted. SharkBoy won, Sabin won, Rhyno won (GORE GORE GORE), ICP won, Samoa won (SUCKED), AMW won, Christian won.

Now, on to the fun stuff… First, the chanting in the arnea. LMFAO They were chanting BROKE BACK MOUN-TAIN during the tagteam match. Somehow, peoples was tossed and flipped and crotch-faced against each other. I laughed so hard I could've cried. Also chants of "This is awesome," and "Holy shit." The guys behind us were most proficient with "holy shit" and anything that had 'f*ck' in it. I really began to wonder about local in-breeding then. Esecially after I turned around. SCARY

Also… WE MET WRESTLERS! After the show, Abby and I went to Bennigan's for something substantial to eat, never mind the fact it was 11 f*ckin 30pm While we were consuming our entrees, in wallks Christian Cage and DumbAss Canadian somebody D'Amore. Well, I couldn't stand it. Someone I've watched for years, right there in the same restaurant?? HELLO I got up and walked over, tapped him and told him, "Great show tonight." He got all smiles and said, "Thank you, thank you very much." I left it at that.

I walked back to my soup and tea. Not much later, AJ Styles walks in, too. He's Abby's favorite. She's all like "OMG..." I told her, "if I can go talk to Christian, the least you can do is go get a closer look." She got up, walked over close and came back with that OMFG look on her face. I threatened to bite her if she didn't go get his autograph. She got a pen from our waiter and went back over. I figured, 'if Abby can get one, so can I.' I walked over, and Abby and I talked to AJ and his dining buddy for a good 5 to 10 minutes. AJ was AWESOME, a real down to earth guy, nice and friendly and very happy to give his autograph.

Abby and I went back to our table when our waiter embarrassed us by bringing our dessert over to us where we were talking with AJ. *I could have died when he brought this big ass bowl of ice cream* I sat there, AJ's auto in my writing journal, and thought, 'dammit I am gonna get Christian's, too.' I sauntered back that way, asked politely, and he gave me his, too. Two autographs in one night!! while, AJ was cool to talk to, Christian was rather meek, and seemed a little hurt that AJ was there, and not with him. That and, the fact that I had AJ's autograph first. Oh well... Not like I have a snowballs chance in hell of seeing him again anyway.

By the time we got back to the room, it was damn near 2am. I don't think I slept more than three hours total between the general excitment and Abby's snoring. I love ya, Abby, but DAMN...

General pith and blather
[info]aerought

Hi, livejournal.

Only a few more hours to go before I leave for an overnight trip to Detroit for a TNA wrestling show.  WooHoo  It's been a looonnngggg time.  Last time Aby and I watched wrestling live, we were in Cadillac, in February of last year.  It'll be a new one for me, I've hardly ever been to the other side of the state, hell, hardly been anywhere anyway...  Well, that's not totally true.  The list of excursions in my life is short.  Arkansas, Viriginia, Chicago, France (exchange student trip), Canada (after high school), Ohio (SeaWorld).  That'a about it.  Some places along West Michigan's coast, but not much past that.  So, a little afraid... yeah.

I've been making progress in the rewrites of Nuermar's Last Witch (coming to Samhain Publishing late this year), averaging three to five pages a day, or more, with sidetrips into my penname WIP's too.  :)  In fact, I've had so much fun playing in my penname, that I've decided to lift a snippet from that blog to post over here:

From THE VENUE:
The ticket in my hand was torn, yet the doorman took it anyway. I knew he would. He knew who I was here to see. The bouncer beyond the door was more thorough. His heavy hands slid slow over my full denimed curves before slipping up to cup my breasts. He'd done this before, ever hopeful of a favorable response. Of which he never received.

He did nothing for me. Never would.

The bar was crowded. Bitter brew wafted in the air, puddled already on the floor. Bodies jostled, limbs bumped as inebriated imbeciles spilled beer on each other's shoes. I stepped past in disdain. The music was intoxicant enough for me.

I stopped at a floorside table and poured off my jacket and shirt, stripped down to my denims and black tank top. That was enough. I was not here to impress. I wanted only to be immersed in the moment, wanted only to feel his voice on my skin, feel the rhythm penetrate me.

The stage was set, instruments in place. Naked mics awaited wrapped fingers. Then, the interim music faded. For a moment of inhaled breath, silence reigned. Energy, tangible and eager, coursed through the throng, flowed toward the stage in a visual tide of flesh. Bodies churned and eddied against the barricade, just to be near him.

But, he was mine – I knew it, so did he.

The tangible, tasteable excitement rushed over, and through me. He stood, power and presence personified, feet shoulder width apart, pelvis turned, head down. His tense frame bathed by spotlight. He looked at me then, a sultry smoldering expression. One glance, that was at all. But that was enough. I melted in that moment.

He inhaled, so did I.

The drums rolled, guitars wailed in angst. The melody built, brought up heat within me. Then, that voice, black velvet and smoky blues rolled over me, a verbal caress. My head tipped back, my lips pursed about a sigh. My body trembled in anticpation...


There's way more to this one.  HAWT, oh yeah!  It's a kind of addicting writing style for me.  *sigh*  Makes it difficult to do what I know I should be doing.  Which is what I should be doing now...  So, back to the rewrites I go...

Later! 


Long time, no post!
[info]aerought
Holy, Wow! I tell ya, you get a couple book deals and BLAM! You're busy. Add on top of that some stress, a sick kid, and planning for a trip to BEA in May... Oy! So how do I deal with it all? Well, I write something murderous. I won't post anything like that here, though, so those of you who know about the "other blog" can go and read it there.

Oh, I have something to look forward to! Next weekend my GF Abby and I are going to a TNA Wrestling event! WooHoo! I know it's not WWE, but there are old WWE guys in it now. Maybe I will be able to harass Christian... Holler at Rhyno... Yup, Fun fun!! Plus it's a road trip so we can turn the tunes up and howl along. Which is a good thing, because I've become obsessed with Trapt and Fuel; along with some of the tunes on the UnderWorld: Evolution soundtrack, including ones by Puscifer, Chester Bennington and Slip Knot. Add some salty food, maybe some jerky, and some iced tea and you got a real good time. :)

Over indulgence?
[info]aerought
I have long been indulging my wild side.  Playing in the penname, dancing on the dark side, and commenting to other blogs in that way as well.  I feel somehow guilty  Some of the readers here know my other side, and have come along to play with me there(and I love ya for it!).  But there are those who do not know the two sides. *sigh*  Suffice it to say that I have written some hot vingettes, worked on short stories due to Aphrodite's Apples, and been commenting to/involved in a particularly bright and diverse group of writers over at an An Innocent A-Blog.  This is a smart, and playful bunch of people, I recommend readers here drop by there for a visit.  :)

In publishing news, it looks like a mid/late fall release for Nuermar's Last Witch from Samhain Publishing.  I am excited to get to work, to get the ball rolling, but in the same breath, I am dreading the edits.  But, I am nothing if not determined.  Also, I will be attending BEA, with my agent, in DC this May.  I am looking to promote Forever Dark (no link, website is f*cked, pardon the vulgarity) and it's sequel.  I told my agent to put me in front of any editor that she thinks I can sway my way.  We've got some big name SQUATTERS sitting on submissions right now and it's high time they contract up or move on!  There are two other e-pubs asking for the books already.  I guess I am getting a tad cranky.  I mean, COME ON!!  Years?  Please, people... 

Well, enough of the rant.  I think I'll go post something dark and murderous in the other blog...

ROCK AND F*CKIN ROLL
[info]aerought
Yeah, Baby, Yeah!!

Went to the Nickelback concert with my hubby last night.  The show totally rocked!!  Three bands: Default (who were way less suckish this time around), Trapt (by whom I was pleasantly surprised) and Nickelback who kicked major ass!  The opening bands were great, better than aniticpated, and Trapt's tune HEADSTRONG was righteous live, but they were nothing like Nickelback.  I love live concerts, I 'feel' as much as I see, or more; such an intimate reaction given rise when the rhythm penetrates your body.  *sigh*  Plus, I actually had the hubby with me.  Normally, I go to concerts with codequeen  It was totally awesome for me to have him there to manhandle, smack his ass and tap the rhythm on his pelvis with my thumb stuck through his belt loop and his back pressed against my chest.  Yup, I loved being in the driver's seat like that!  Lean close and growl the naughty lyrics in his ear, smell his cologne... WooHoo 

Songs Featured by Nickelback were:
CURVE from their very first self released album
BREATHE, from The State (rocked!!)
TOO BAD, HOW YOUR REMIND ME,and NEVER AGAIN from Silver Side Up
SOMEDAY, and FIGURED YOU OUT from The Long Road
FOLLOW YOU HOME, ANIMALS, PHOTOGRAPH, SAVIN' ME, SIDE OF A BULLET and ROCKSTAR from All The Right Reaasons

FOLLOW YOU HOME and SAVIN' ME have been my favorites since I first downloaded the album from my friend.  I absolutely loved having them loud and pounding, with the beat drumming  in my chest.  

Oo!  And before I forget. hubby got ma a Nickelback zip hoodie for a Valentine's Day pressie.  Yay!

(Sorry you missed it when they were in your area, Melissa.  I tried to have lots of fun for you, too.  Hugs!!)





Snitched a Tag
[info]aerought

The Tag of Four

I snitched this tag from my friend Melissa over at Grosvenor Square.  Why would I sntich a tag??? Iunno, thought it might be fun...

Four jobs I’ve had
Cashier at a record store
Cashier at K-Mart
Write for GVSU campus paper
Bar waitress (anybody seen Coyote Ugly??  Yup, I did that, all except for the the getting soaked thing)

Four Places I've Lived
Muskegon, Michigan
Muskegon Heights, Michigan
Whitehall, Michigan
Montague, Michigan

Four movies I watch over and over
The Mummy/Mummy Returns
Pirates of the Carribean
Underworld
10 Things I Hate About You

Four places I’ve vacationed
Vacation??  WTF is that?!?

Four favorite dishes
Chicken Stew
Venison/Beef stew
Olive Garden's Garlice Chicken Alfredo
Hammmmmm yummy

Four Sites I visit daily
An Innocent A-Blog
Mashalia's Mansion
Dennie's Thoughts
A Place of Good and Evil
(Two rpg's, two blogs;though I don't always rp and I don't always comment)
 

Four places I’d rather be right now
BED
Sofa
Hot shower
Build-a-Bear getting a new stuffie (I'm not feeling the best and wish I had a new stuffie to snuggle *pouts*)

Four t.v. shows I love
Ultimate Fighter/UFC
WWE RAW/Smackdown
Survivor
LOST

Four bloggers I’m tagging
Not going to tag anyone, feel free to play along if you wish

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