Hey Gloria!
I'm reading Son of the Morning right now and it's AWESOME! I hope the Naked Gentleman worked out as well for you! :D
Incidentally, gentle readers, I must mention just how fabulous Sally MacKensie's Naked series is - Kayleigh Jamison got me started on them and now we're going through the whole series! They are Regency through and through, and while more risque than a traditional Cartland, but it's appropriate for a Regency, if that makes sense. It's got the playful banter and underlying sexual tension and it's...like chocolate mousse - decadent and light as air.
I'll post more about Son of the Morning later, but for now I'm totally sucked into it. The hero's a hunky Scot, and there's time travel, and Grace, the heroine is awesome - intelligent and attractive, but not too much - not Mary Sue perfect.
Well, hopefully it’s the tail end of the season, but I know I’m one of many laid-up with the flu/bronchial muck that won’t go away, so here’s what I was reading during my convalescence.
I bought some more eBooks. And some cookbooks. Let’s talk about the cookbooks first, because I know y’all really want to see some sexy vegan cupcakes:
Nom nom nom! The Sithling helped me decorate them, which is why the pattern on some of them is a bit eclectic. He’s an artist, my boy…These were fab and delicious, and (shh!) lo-fat. In fact, I’ll post the recipe, once I get a little more up to speed, since I’m trying to spread the Joy of Vegan Sex, er cooking. The cupcake recipe is from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World. I also ordered the Veganomicon! It is every bit as fab as the hype suggests. Every recipe I’ve tried thus far has been fab. It’s got “nom” right in the middle of its name, and don’t you want a cookbook that references the Evil Dead movies?? Of course you do!
Oh yeah, other reading materials. I bought eBooks. I totally succumbed to the FluffSide and bought Mindy Klasky’s Girls’ Guide to Witchcraft. I know, I know, just buy a friggin’ MJD book and be done w/it, right? But really, when you’re drinking herbal tea and pondering ’hey, i think i know now why Anakin went all batshit…’, fluff is good. I also bought Gina Showalter’s The Nymph King because Candice Gilmer has recommended her and being that she’s a woman of good taste, I figured it was time to give Gina a try.
Hmm, anything else? Not that I can really think of right now. I’m gonna go back to my herbal tea and fluff. Take care, darlings.
-H
"And can the musician act as entrepreneur? Is it fair to expect our scatterbrained creative songwriters and virtuosos to also hold a degree in business management? Formulating their own strategies and marketing models as they go? I mean wasn't this the whole reason record companies and managers came into existence in the first place? From my own experience, simply trying to 'stage manage' what has been a very small-level experiment has taken up most of the first 3 months of the year - valuable time which I intended to spend composing new music."
I had everything a woman could want...
My husband, James. The house on the lake.
My life. Our perfect life.
And then Alex came to visit.
The first time I saw my husband's best friend, I didn't like him. Didn't like how James changed when he was around, didn't like how his penetrating eyes followed me everywhere.
But that didn't stop me from wanting him. And, surprisingly, James didn't seem to mind.
It was meant to be fun. Something the three of us shared for those hot summer weeks Alex stayed with us. Nobody was supposed to fall in or out of love. I didn't need another man, not even one who oozed sex like honey and knew all the secrets I didn't know, the secrets my husband hadn't shared. After all, we had a perfect life.
And I loved my husband.
But I wasn't the only one.
"The triumvirate of bad writing here." That quote is from Kitty Strauss in response to this new discovery: L.A. Media Online.
Apparently, this is Teresa Wayne's new publishing venture. I just want to know why she thinks she's going to make a self-publishing venture work when she's already proven she can't make a real publishing house work. This, also, is from a woman who swore she was never going to get into publishing again.
Now, I got burned by this woman. Well, nearly burned. I saw the approaching flames and ran like all of hell was behind me--rights to my book in hand!--and I'm still fielding emails from former Mardi Gras Publishing authors who--gasp--haven't got their rights back.
How do you warn people, and make them listen, about a publisher who lies through her teeth and is out ONLY for herself? I met the woman in person. I watched her promote her own book without a word to any prospective customer about the 30-odd other authors who had books with her, or even the THREE MGP authors who bothered to show up to promote the COMPANY not just their books. She charged fees and never paid some authors.
"Somebody showed me a LiveJournal where a reviewer reviewed a JJMassa book. After the initial post, a writer who found the post via Google began posting some very fervent comments about how Massa stole the story from a fanfic the commentor had written and posted some years before. According to the commentor, who's name is Amanda, I believe,she has irrefutable evidence she wrote the story FIRST. "Here's the journal where the accusations begin: Elisa Rolle Livejournal
JJ Massa's Book, now pulled from Linden Bay | Amanda's Star Trek AU fic |
Philadelphia—the city of brotherly love. Yeah, I feel the love. Tyler winced and slung his backpack over his aching shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself off the teeming sidewalk and up the battered stairs of the old, red-bricked precinct house. The inside foyer was even more chaotic than the busy street he'd just left. The room he found himself in was peopled with glowering teens, screaming whores, a few stumbling drunks, and a plethora of independent chemists and their staff. Tyler dropped his backpack onto the desk letting the noise of its landing grab the attention of a surly looking officer who'd been flicking through a magazine. "You want something?" he growled, "Just get in line." Tyler eyed him coldly, nodding his head at the motley mass of human chaos assembled. "I'm not here to sightsee. My name's Tyler Baker." The cop's lip curled in an outright sneer of contempt. He looked Tyler up and down rudely. "You're late. Lieu expected you a couple hours ago." "My plane was delayed. I've only been in the city an hour," he began to explain patiently. "Look deep into my eyes, Baker," he said scornfully. "See any give-a-shit in there?" Tyler folded his arms across his chest. "You got a problem with me, officer?" he demanded icily. | New York, New York. So good they named it twice. ::Yeah, right:: Tom hoisted his knap-sack higher over his aching shoulder and stared with ill-disguised disgust at the crumbling red-stone exterior of the precinct house until the impatient bustling of passers-by forced him to mount the steps and walk inside. ::Shit:: The foyer was more chaotic than the street he'd left behind. The room was filled with screaming whores, sullen teens, a couple of blood-splattered drunks and someone curled up on the floor in one corner in a puddle of vomit. Tom wasn't sure whether the huddled body was a homeless guy sleeping in the station or a corpse. At the desk a couple of burly uniforms had some crack-head pinned against the wall while a third cop performed a public strip-search. He slammed his knap-sack down on the desk and the noise startled a bored-looking cop to belch and frown in his direction. "What the fuck's your problem? Join the queue." Tom curled his mouth into a sneer of derision, cocking his head mockingly at the bedlam that purported to be a 'queue'. "I'm not part of the entertainment. My name's Tom Paris." The cop returned his sneer, sliding his eyes up and down Tom's body with obvious contempt. "You're late. The Cap'n expected you two hours ago." "My plane got delayed. I only arrived an hour ago and I had to drop off my luggage." "Tell it to someone who cares, Paris." |
louise_bohmer recently wrote an excellent post on why we ought to return to civility.angylinni, our art director at Aphrodite's and my original partner-in-crime. Ang is sharp, funny and her design work is top notch.sithdreams, aka Kayleigh Jamison, our editor-in-chief. Kay is a fantastic writer, and a great judge of character. I'm also pleased to mention that Miss Kay is now a cross-published author, with works forthcoming from Freya's Bower, Tease and Red Rose Publishing. Congrats, Kay!katrina_strauss, our media coordinator at Aphrodite's. Kitty is brilliant, and she's got a keen grasp of the business. She too, is cross published now with Freya's Bower. I wish I wrote as well as Kitty. She's who I read in my spare time! ;-)hlglne, our esteemed editor, whose energy, drive, and general life force are a delight to be around. She truly is a healing line.louise_bohmer! Louise is a fabulous writer in general, and an all-around class act. I'm proud to be a mod at her boards.unity_of_hours, aka Nikki Watson, tq_kimber...we have a phenomenal lineup of writers! You guys rock, really.
