Shelli Stevens

So in a fun random chat tonight, we were talking about sex and… well, what would happen if your dog happened to come up and lick you during the act. And I said it would be considered a “Threestiality”. So that’s my new word, isn’t it fun?

Anyway, back out of the gutter. So I’ve totally blown the diet this week. Why? I don’t know. I just can’t be consistently good, and it really pisses me off. I’m pissed at myself, no one else. Maybe I need therapy. Like I could afford it. *Giggle*

My cousin Betsy is in town from Vegas, well not Vegas, Henderson. But close enough. Hi Betsy! If you’re reading this. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nina talked you into reading. And if she did, I apologize about the whole Threestiality (still loving that word) comment. Using I’m pretty clean in here. Betsy’s a children’s librarian and I’m afraid she’s a little scandalized by my books. And she read the beginning of my romantic comedy He Loves Me, He Loves Me Naughty, not even the erotic romance. Hee hee! Although I’ve been debating turning that into an erotic romance since it’s only 3 chapters in. It will all depend on how my writing career goes.

So I haven’t written since I finished Silk Hauntings. I have been doing a lot of editing on two of my books that need some polishing. And considering whether I should be subbing to more agents. Okay, yes I know I should be. But then I think… why? I want my stuff sparkling when I pitch it. Plus I’m going to Nationals soon and will be hitting up an agent there.

Okay, well I’ve officially blogged tonight. I can’t say it was very exciting. But here it is.

Well, I finally got it! My cover!! I’m kicking off the Brazen line at Cobblestone Press with my book The Pirate’s Booty.

To save her doggy daycare business, Renee crashes a party thrown by the descendant of a pirate. She plans to steal back a brooch taken from her ancestor centuries ago. But what she doesn’t realize is that it’s a sex party, and Devon Murray is as notorious as his pirate ancestor.

Okay, I’m back from Whidbey. I have to tell you I barely made it. I need to be within reach of the Internet. I have waaaay too many emails coming in right now and I get mega stressed if I can’t check them and have adequate time to respond. In other word, I’m addicted

So I didn’t get to the EC Caveman entry. That love scene I added in was long than I thought, plus I had to do some filler stuff for the book. So Silk Hauntings is out to a couple CP partners, Lacy and Heather H. and hopefully they’ll tell me whether it’s utter crap soon, or if it’s at all good. I know that sounds totally ridiculous, but sometimes as a writer you’re just too close to the story. There’s no ellement of surprise since you’re the one who wrote it. I love the fresh perspective.

On a food note, I ate pretty darn bad the past couple of days. But I’m over it and vowing to be good again. In fact, I need to drag Emma to the grocery store. My newest thing will be low carb tortillas with fatfree cheese, with a tiny bit of full fat cheese for flavor. And I was also thinking of stir fry. Buying pre package cut veggies, throwing in some yakisoba noodles and pre cut chicken (i get sooo grossed out with chicken, i should just go veggie, i swear!) How does that sound… good, eh? Somewhat? No? Fine! I’m doing it anyway. Or I could just buy a healthy choice frozen dinner. Hey, not a bad idea.

I was so excited, someone pointed out I was in the Passionate Ink newsletter, a couple of times! Yay! One for finaling in the Stroke of Midnight, and two for selling my first book.

Thanks for all the people who posted responses to me that past few days. Nobody visits me anymore and it brought tears to my eyes…. okay not tears, but I did go… “Oh… how sweet!”

All right, off to the store. Bribing Emma with the promise of a cookie at the bakery.