Sunday, April 13, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #62!

Hiya, kids! Hope you're all doing well! The sun is shining, the temperature is in the positive digits, and I'm about to go outside to enjoy it while it lasts. For you, I leave another excerpt from Crossing the Line! :)

Blurby: Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

“The sex toys are props for my signing table, and the books are, uh, mine. I wrote them. I write…dirty books.”
“Like the ones they’re always babbling about on those talk shows?”
She shrugged. “Something like that.”
He nodded; he even had the good grace to blush a little too. “I see.” Tapping the window sill, he spun on his heel and stepped back inside his office.

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

Last night I went to see the Nepean High School production of Les Misérables with a bunch of my co-workers. In a word, it was...SPECTACULAR! I was so far beyond impressed with the talent from our students and staff who poured countless hours of their blood, sweat, and tears into putting on a show that people will be talking about for years to come. I'd only ever seen the movie prior to this, but experiencing the musical live on a stage is something I'll treasure for the rest of my life. Have a fantastic week, everyone!! :) *goes back to listening to Les Mis soundtrack*

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Blog Hop Hooray!

Hellooooo, all you fabulous people out there! My partner in crime, and the incredible author, Margaret Ethridge, tagged me to participate in a blog hop about writing, of all things. Be sure to check out her post as well!


Here are The Rules: Answer the following four questions regarding your writing process and WIP, and then tag four more writers to carry it on after you. Everyone is giving a shout out to the person who linked them first.

The Questions:

*1) What are you working on?
*2) How does your work differ from others in the genre?
*3) Why do you write what you write?
*4) How does your writing process work?

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1) What are you working on?  A story about love and peanut butter. And the love of peanut butter. Oh, hell. Here's a rough blurb: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.

2) How does your work differ from others in the genre? I tend to slather on the humour in my stories and my natural quirkiness always shines through in my characters. I write the kinds of stories that people read and think, "Huh. This is the first time I've read anything like this before...What a nut." :D


3) Why do you write what you write? I love to laugh and I love to make people laugh, so writing stories filled with humour is a very easy transition for me. I also love to read dirty books. So I write what I like to read in hopes that others share my...sophisticated taste. ;)


4) How does your writing process work? Oh, was I supposed to have an actual process? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit on my bed, I prop my laptop on my lap, and I put words into sentences. And sometimes I just stare at my screen. And sometimes I just read dirty books and surf the internets. Helpful? Didn't think so. Oooh, something shiny! 


If you'd like to participate in this blog hop, comment on this post and let me know! I'll toss these questions right back atcha! :) Thanks for stopping by and have a fantastic day! 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #61!

Hey, hey, hey, my peeps! How's it going? You ready for another exciting weekend of reading and writing? Me too! Let's kick things off with some more 'Crossing the Line' action. :)

Blurbity blurb:  Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

How in the hell was she going to explain the trunk full of sex toys and boxes of erotic romance books? “Uh, okay.” She pressed the trunk release button and cringed as he walked to the rear of her vehicle.
He lifted the latch and her stomach lurched. She bashed her head against the steering wheel to the sound of him sifting through the unfit-for-children contents of her trunk.
He returned to her open window and lowered his voice to a dangerous level. “You wanna change your answer, Miss Kelly?”
“Props,” she blurted. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 


I'm extremely happy to report that my junior girls volleyball team recorded their first set win this past week. Not a full game. Just a set. One set in 10 games. But you know what? I am the proudest coach on the planet because these girls have played their hearts out all season long, and even more importantly, they've come together as a team. They support each other, and they're friends on and off the court. What more could you possibly ask for? I may not be the winningest coach in history, but I definitely have a team full of champions. :) Next up, I'll be coaching junior girls soccer! Can't wait! Wishing you all a fabulous (and warm!) week! 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #60!

Greetings, fellow writers and friends! Thanks for coming back for another hit! I've got you hooked now, haven't I? *maniacal laugh*

Here's the blurb for Crossing the Line: Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off:

He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you bringing anything into the country with you?”

She’d rehearsed her answer to this particular question at least a dozen times, but without the gorgeous man staring down at her, daring her to give him a reason to detain her. Then again, honesty wasn’t always the best way to go, especially in her case. She looked him square in the eyes and said, “Just my suitcase…and stuff.”

“Pop the trunk.”

Shit, shit, shitty, shit.

Ruh-roh. :D Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

My friends, today I will be partaking in an epic battle. I'm playing not one, but two fiercely competitive games of dodgeball wherein I will dodge balls like they've never been dodged before. Our first match is against the Dodgefathers. The name is meant to intimidate as well as amuse. I think the perfect name for a dodgeball team would be The Artful Dodgers. Now I'm getting ideas for stories again. Off I go. Wishing you all a fabulously exciting week! :)

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #59!

Hi there, folks! Happy Spring! I think Mother Nature missed the memo for a new season here in Ottawa, Ontario since we awoke to a raging blizzard, and it's supposed to snow again next Thursday, but after that we're in the clear! Probably! :D 

I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line today as my gift to you for being awesome. 

Here's the blurb: Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off. George has just asked Madison if she's a writer: 
She could answer that question with a resounding ‘yes’ now. What started out as a hobby quickly became a passion, and now a profession. “Yes, I am.”
“What kind of books do you write? Like, children’s books?”
Her cheeks flamed. His gaze fixed on her like he could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to think of the best way to avoid his question. She chewed on her lower lip and his smile deepened. “Yeah, sure.” Lowering her eyes to the floorboard, she flinched when he cleared his throat. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

I had an incredibly action-packed week, including filling out the first round of report cards for the new semester, going on dates with cute boys, coaching volleyball, playing sports, spending time with friends, teaching, reading, and dealing with a leaky ceiling. Let's hope this next week is just as exciting, minus the report cards and the leaking and the not having enough time to breathe. lol. Wishing you all a spectacular week! :)

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #58!

And a big hello to everyone from my home in Ottawa! This is the first time in three weeks that I'm not out of the country for the WWW, and I'm kinda relieved. I need a vacation from my vacation. Sadly, I didn't run into any super-sexy border guards like George during my getaway. But that's all the more reason to share a little more of George for all of us to enjoy!

Here's the blurb for Crossing the Line: 
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
He moved closer this time, leaning his forearms on the car door. Rolled up sleeves exposed dark hair on tanned skin that made her mouth water.
“So, Miss Kelly, what’s the nature of your trip?”
Her gaze locked on his mouth as he spoke. When his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips she moaned.
“Uh, conference--I’m going to one--a writing conference.”
His eyebrows arched, thick and a little untamed. “Are you a writer?”

A loaded question, isn't it? :D Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

I'll make this end note short and sweet since I'm about ready to collapse into bed and never get up ever again...until tomorrow. Have a fabulous week! Be good, be careful, and be kind to one another! :) 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #57!

Hey, hi, hello! I'm not in Texas this weekend. I'm in Florida instead. lol. I'll tell you why (but, really, why the hell not?) after I share another excerpt from Crossing the Line! Ironic how much I've been crossing the line myself lately. ;)

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
“Oh, I’m Canadian. It says on my passport.”
He grinned, flashing teeth that were whiter than new-fallen snow. “This is standard procedure, ma’am. I ask the questions, and you give me answers.”
“Gotcha.”
“And I’m Greek, good guess.” Shooting her a wink, he disappeared into his office and returned a moment later without her passport. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

So yeah, I'm in Florida for a week for March Break. My parents rented a condo right on Daytona Beach and we're soaking in some delicious rays before our return to the Great White North. No one's skin should be this white. I'm practically glowing. I'll be sure to squeeze some time between swimming in the ocean, lounging by the pool, and buying shoes, to make the rounds and comment on all of your fabulous excerpts! Wishing you all a week as spectacular as mine will be! :)