Self Doubt

I'm at the point in my latest manuscript where I'm starting to doubt myself. Honestly, I should be used to this. I happens with almost every project at the halfway point. Suddenly, I start to think WTF? Does this make sense? Is this a stupid plot, theme, character, etc. I wonder despite the fact that I've got an outline, character profiles, and a large folder of inspirational pics. I doubt I could be any more prepared to write this story, but the mind and heart are not always rational. *shrug*.

Since I'm more than 42,000 words into a novel, I've decided to ignore that little voice, sit down, shut and write.

Wish me luck!

Couples Caught Behaving Naughty

Huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought when I first saw it. Believe it or not, a number of individuals discovered my website using those search words.

Couples caught behaving naughtily….

I was thrown for a loop until I saw which novel page the search engines landed on. Violet Storm. Hmm, well that makes sense. Violet Storm is about a mixed fairy who takes a gorgeous blond elf on a tour of a nightclub’s naughtier rooms.

I guess that kind of falls into the category of couples caught behaving naughtily since one of the rooms they enter is exhibitionist, but really…?Why did google send them to my site? Were the triple x-rated sites down at that moment?

Sigh…I just know that person was disappointed as heck once they started reading my excerpt.



Sweating with Sven check in

On another note, in the last week and a half I’ve been writing like a demoness. I finished Beauty on Fire, a short story and I’ve completed more than thirty (30) percent of my novella Forbidden Love. I also have twenty (20) percent of the first novella in my X-Games anthology completed. I've also been working on edits and rewrites.

On top of all that writing, I started outlining my next round of stories. I can’t really tell you guys anything about them until they are more concrete, but I’m very excited. Very excited. .

Happy MLK Day, Everyone!

Here are the famous words that I pray that we as a nation and as individuals never forget.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

The truth is we have come so far, but we haven't come far enough. So I ask that on this day, we all look beyond our boundaries, especially if it means loving outside color lines.

Brand New Cover Dance

That's what I'm going right since I've got a brand new, smoking hot cover and its for BLUE JEANS! I could not be happier with it. It definitely gives you a clue to what kind of romance writer I am. Well, erotic, duh! p.s. Tell me what you think!

I'm Not Dead

First, I want to congratulate the reader who won Violet Storm as part of the Raven Hunt. *throwing confetti* Congrats, Poohleigh! Hope you love Storm and Isaias.

*Snicker* I feel like Pink with that title. According to my critique partner, I've been so out of commission she thought I was "dead in a ditch." You got to love Celia. She's so smart, funny, and caring. Which is why when I told her my big idea for a scavenger hunt she did not laugh in my face.

Let me tell you guys I am SO EXCITED. The rules are below.

One book will be given to a single winner and one book will be given to the Grand Prize winner who wins a copy of all of the books donated by all authors.

Here's how the hunt will work:

Every participating author will insert the image available at the blogspot (which would be provided) somewhere on their website on 11/23/07 (day after Thanksgiving):

Once found, the readers will email blastinthenew@gmail.com with the link to the author's page showing the image or submit the entry through the blog at http://blastinthenew.blogspot.com.

Winners will be drawn from all valid entries on 1/1/08.


Are you excited? I'm excited. *Dancing around bedroom*

Raven Halloween Hunt

I've been a bad author. Haven't done quiet enough promo. So here I go. Everyone who hasn't participated, should participate in the Raven Halloween Hunt. There are tons of prizes available.




Remember, its not too late to play! The games don't end until the end of the month. There are over 80 fabulous prizes! Including… Print books, Ebooks, T-shirts, Jewelry, Halloween Goodies, Gift Certificates, and More! And they're all waiting for you.

My latest baby is finally here and I'm beside myself with happiness. Check out the blurb and excerpt below. I hope you guys love Zacharias and Mila as much as I do.


Monstrous Kink
by Tuesday Morrigan

The kingdom of Krim is unlike any place on earth. Spellbound more than a millennium ago it is hidden away from the world. Only those whose ultimate desires lie within its borders can enter.

Zacharias is both king of Krim and beloved gargoyle Krim Guardian, but by All Hallows' Eve he must marry and mate with a human bride to keep his crown. There's just one problem: Zacharias hasn't felt desire for anyone in over two centuries. That is until he spots darkly enchanting Mila. Then all he feels is lust.

Tempting and wicked, Mila lives her life on the edge. A vagabond photographer she's never stayed in one place long enough to commit. When life drops her on Zacharias's doorstep, there's something about the chestnut-haired giant that calls to her. And she is more than woman enough to answer.

Each in turn discovers the power of submission to a powerful partner, and find the sort of pleasure only truest love can know.

But a malevolent power does not want the couple together, and it will stop at nothing, not even murder, to make sure the union never happens.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Bondage, domination/submission, spanking, mild violence.


Excerpt

For weeks now Zacharias had tried to pretend that fall wasn't coming now simply because it meant that All Hallows' Eve was right around the corner. The problem was Zacharias hadn't found a female that appealed to him in over two hundred years, but in less than two weeks he had to find a woman and bed her.

That was going to be no problem at all.

Less than twenty minutes later he stood in the midst of a human meat market. All around him females were parading their wares, hoping to be purchased or, in this case specifically, wed.

He glanced at a woman across from him. She was the comeliest of the girls on display. Her smile was vivid and shocking. Her hips were small and graceful. Her breasts were large and firm. She was a woman of perfection. Even in the long dress she wore, Zacharias could see the woman's legs were long and shapely. Arianna was an exceptional woman.

Too bad the sight of Arianna's ruby lips made him want to snarl. It should have made him happy, excited…aroused. But it did none of the above. It made him want to howl at the moon.

The woman was beautiful, sexy, and desirous, but she wasn't what he needed. No, she was another woman in a long line of women who could never satisfy his needs. His gaze moved down the line, looking at the many women the villagers had lined up for him. Not one of the women appealed to him.

"You have chosen one on your own?" The voice belonged to the wizened witch priest who had gathered the women for his perusal.

"No," Zacharias said with a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair as he eyed the women. One had to be better than the others. One of them had to appeal to him, right?

"I will choose one for the Black Crescent Moon."

"You will choose one now."

Zacharias's green eyes darkened at the priest's bold words. "I will choose one when I am ready. Never think to tell me what to do, human."

The priest backed up at his growling tone. He knew he'd overstepped the boundaries. He had no right to tell the Krim Guardian what to do, but the old man knew of Zacharias's…issue with the opposite sex.

For some time Zacharias had felt there was something unnaturally wrong with him. It wasn't that he liked men. He loved women. Zacharias just didn't get aroused. He had even sought out the priest's knowledge on the subject, only to find he had not been cursed. Zacharias just had not found a woman to stir his blood in centuries. The priest attempted to appease him when a loud commotion broke through Zacharias's thoughts.

The whole room turned around at the sound of the boom.

Zacharias slowly rose from his throne. The crowd parted as he made his way toward the source of the commotion. The priest reached out one feeble hand. His fingers almost touched the thick wool jacket Zacharias wore.

Zacharias turned and stared at the weathered hand seconds before it would have reached him. It stopped instantly. He turned back and caught a glimpse of bright red fabric before the villagers swarmed and blocked his view.

Zacharias didn't realize he'd growled until he saw the villagers scatter and run. They parted and allowed him a view of the newcomer.

She turned toward him and smiled.

He took a deep breath, taking in the scent and sight of the woman before him.

Her midnight hair was in disarray. Her bright red wool coat was dirty and stained. There were black coal streaks on her cocoa face, and her matching leather suitcases were ripped.

She looked like hell.

He took another step toward her.

"Hi there," she said with a fluttering wave. "Thank goodness I stumbled onto this place. I was so lost and scared and then my car broke down and I --" She stopped suddenly. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "Jesus, you're a big one," she muttered.

Zacharias took a deep, steadying breath and smiled back at her. His eyes almost immediately narrowed. Her scent was thick and strong. She wore perfume, lovely smelling perfume, but beneath that was her scent and it called to him.

Zacharias took another whiff of the woman and rolled it over his tongue. It tasted like perfection. It tasted like home. And it made him feel.

Heat coursed through his veins. Arousal spread through every inch of his body, and desire like nothing he'd ever felt before consumed him.

"I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore," she said with a soft chuckle.

"No, you're not. You're home," he responded.


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