So I’ve been doing a bit of happy dancing the past few days. Tempting Adam has hung in there on the best seller list at Samhain. There’s a lot of really hot books and paranormals that are out at the same time, so I’m thrilled people are still picking up my not quite erotic book! :) Thank you if you’re one of them! *Hugs*
I find myself in an interesting spot publishing wise. About a year ago I switched my focus to writing long books again, and stopped pumping out short stories like they were candy. But because of that choice I haven’t sold a book since…jeez, awhile now. Everything is in limbo… out for consideration. I have that free falling without a safety net feeling. And in the mean time I continue to write more, but the publishers I work with are booked way out, so if/when I do sell to them it could still be awhile before you see another one of my books *sniff* But keep your fingers crossed on the pending ones!
On the mommy front, my daughter has her first best fried. And it’s so adorable! She’s a girl at preschool, maybe 6 months younger than my daughter. They play together, hug, hold hands, and talk so much they get separated by the teacher all the time. LOL. She’s so my kid. I’m going to have to work on that over chatting thing.
I’m really getting excited, next weekend I’m getting a mini vacation. Emma Petersen is coming up for a visit and we’re doing some traveling around. Small traveling since Canada is now a passport (lame!) and gas is butt freaking expensive anyway. Grrr. But it will be good to have a bit of a break. Although (and she gets so annoyed by this!) I will bring my computer and write at night. It’s habit and prime writing time!
Have a great upcoming weekend!
(My piggy bank after getting gas!)
Over at Naughty and Spice! Shelley Munro is guest blogging (Friday) and she’s got a fun topic ;)
Dolly Parton said the quote above in my subject line, and you know, I kind of like it. It spoke to me. This pic here is actually from Snoqualmie Falls (no I didn’t take it!), and where I recently decided to write a scene that will show up in my next Seattle Steam book. (providing my editor buys it! ;) )
On that note, the tweaking/rewriting of my book is going well. And you know, it’s funny because I can see already how this is becoming a better story. How much the motivation is changing in my hero and heroine. I’m really enjoying this rewrite (does that make me crazy? Mayhap).
Okay, so where is our spring? It still feels like winter. It’s cold. Rainy. Dark. Do you realize they’re saying we may get snow this weekend? SNOW! That’s insanity I tell you. It’s almost May. It’s like tulip season.
And on the health front. I’m a bit up and down. Yesterday I did one hour on the elliptical at the gym! That’s up from my 45, which was up from my 30, which was up from my 20 (you see the pattern here?) But then today I emotionally ate, and emotionally grocery shopped (really, throwing away a frozen pizza would just waste money. AND it’s California kitchen Garlic Chicken). But I’ll snap out of it. I tend to have a bad day every now and then and then get back on the wagon.
I’m alive! The week after last week has arrived and I’m still kicking. I had Tempting Adam release from Samhain (and hit #10 on the best seller list on Sunday!). I gave my workshop in Passionate Ink about MySpace, and I really think it went quite well!
Friday the conference chair, assistant conf. chair and I all went to the hotel the Emerald City Writers Conference is going to be held at, and tested all the food we’ll be serving. Like they gave us the full plate of each! Needless to say I brought home a doggy bag. And let me tell you…yummy! The food is excellent!
The week started out a little iffy, with a couple pieces of not so great news. One is still just totally over my head. The other, fortunately I can do something about. I’m currently revising parts of my latest submission to Samhain (my hero totally missed the mark! Went for ultra alpha, got creepy stalker. LOL). So I’m having to put the third novella on hold. But I’m still being productive with my writing and keeping the goals with Lacy. Though mine have shifted to focus on a different project.
So I’m a jealous bee. Half my friends are off having a ball at the RT conference, having fun and spending time together. Oh how I wish I was there with ya! But I’ll see them in July. San Fran, baby, San Fran. It’s almost 3 months away. Not that far at all!
Have a great week, everyone!
It’s (almost) Tuesday, and Tempting Adam is getting released from Samhain Publishing!
I’m THRILLED since this is the second book in the Seattle Steam series (the first book was Dangerous Grounds).
The man she wants is the one she must deceive.
Seattle Steam Book 2
Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she’s got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor.
Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he’ll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet.
Adam’s no hick, though. He’s the owner of Adam’s Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch—and finds Christy on the arm of his brother.
Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?
“Do you want to get out of here?” Adam asked, reaching out to touch her hand. He heard the sharp breath she drew in, and his own pulse jacked up a notch.
Her gaze met his. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was uneven. She still wanted him. The signs were all there. She broke the contact, averting her gaze and sliding out of the booth.
Adam gritted his teeth, staring at the sexy curve of her ass. That temptation threshold was crumbling, slowly, but surely. He stood up and followed her out of the bar.
They stepped outside and the noise dropped to a muted roar. Thank God. Not even for Christy would he go back to that place. If she ever came over the mountains, he’d show her what a real bar was like.
His earlier idea once again flickered through his head. It was gaining momentum.
“Are you cold?” Adam asked as he unlocked the passenger door to his truck. Christy had her arms folded in front of her chest, and he saw a shiver pass through her.
“A bit. Nothing a little car heat won’t cure,” she answered and climbed into the truck.
Adam went around to his door, already shrugging out of his flannel shirt. He had a T-shirt underneath and was still hot from being squashed into that hellhole.
“Here, put this on.”
Christy caught the flannel with a look of surprise. “You didn’t need to take off your shirt.”
“My mama raised me right, darlin’.” He deliberately inflected an accent as he shut the door to the truck.
She laughed as she slipped her arms into the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It was so big that it almost went to her knees. She looked ridiculous. And sexy as hell.
“See, you could easily be a local,” she told him. “You’ve got the flannel shirt and everything.”
“I thought the grunge movement died out.”
“It did, but I’m not sure all of Seattle got the memo.”
Adam’s grin widened. “I like your humor, Christy.”
“What else do you like?” she quipped with an impish grin. Her cheeks reddened and she dropped her gaze. “Oh God. Sorry, sometimes it just pops out before I think about it.”
Lord it was hard to resist her. Especially when she was flirting so adorably. Which should’ve been a problem in itself, Adam reminded himself. She didn’t have the right to flirt.
“I don’t mind.” Why didn’t he mind? And why wasn’t he starting the truck and driving away from this intimate moment?
“You don’t?” She looked so damn surprised and hopeful.
“Darlin’, sometimes I want you the way I had you on Tuesday.” Sometimes? Hell, all the time. But he was better than that. He was, damn it. He wouldn’t seduce his brother’s girlfriend. Again. “But it just can’t happen.”
“Says who?” Christy’s tongue did that sexy swipe over her lips, her eyes bright and intense.
“Rules.” Adam clenched his fists, the only way he could stop himself from touching her. Get a hold of yourself, buddy.
“You know what they say about rules. They’re made to be broken.” She slid across the seat towards him. Her warm body pressed close to his. “I need you to do something for me, Adam.”
“What’s that?” Tresses of her hair tickled his chin and he could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo.
She raised her head and locked her gaze with his. “I need you to trust me when I say that nothing is as it seems.”
That wasn’t exactly what he’d expected her to say.
“What isn’t what it seems, Christy?”
She hesitated and then sighed, shaking her head. “That’s all I can say.”
Lord she was making this hard on him.
“Do you trust me, Adam?”
He wanted to. Her intensity seemed so sincere, her desperation for him to say yes, puzzling. And God, he wanted her so bad.
“Your silence speaks for itself.” She started to slide away. “I don’t have the right to ask you to trust me anyway.”
The loss of her warmth pressed against him spurred Adam into action. He turned, wrapping his hands around her waist. She seemed surprised, but didn’t protest, as he settled her on his lap. She shifted, leaning back against the door.
“I trust you, Christy.” He rubbed his thumb over her mouth, which parted on a sigh. “I think I’m probably crazy to do so, but for some reason I trust you.”