Wednesday Words: Cover Reveal

Cover reveal is one of the fun parts of releasing a new book. I’m looking forward on October 18th to blogging about Book Release.

Today, I’m revealing the To Growl or to Groan cover at TRS Blue today. Want to see it?

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Wednesday Words: A Meditation on Gift

A word I use a lot in my writing is gift, in the sense of special ability. My main character has psychic gifts. But I have always found this an interesting word. It has a nice heft to it. If it were wine, it would heavy tannins like a well-oaked, aged Cab Sauv.

I love idioms, although I try to keep them to a minimum in my writing, and gift is in many.

  • Life is a gift. I try to remember gratitude daily.
  • The gift of gab. This one missed me, unless you count the written word as gabbing. 😉
  • Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. This one makes me think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail instead of The Aeneid.
  • Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. This one made a lot more sense when I learned something about horse anatomy and the importance of teeth in aging horses (and other animals, for that matter).

Lastly, I just love that the word gift in German means poison. I’ve always wondered how the related languages of German and English ended up with such a vastly different meaning for a word spelled and pronounced the same.

Jane Wakely shares her favorite words from her new release Candi’s Buck

1. Mate!

I do write shifters after all! LOL I know not everyone gets on board with the whole “mate at first sight” thing that’s prominent in a lot of shifter romance, but I personally love the idea of mates. It’s one of the concepts that draws me to shifters—the fun is seeing how they work out their differences/problems and come together as a couple.

2. Magnificent.

“Thank you. You’re magnificent.”

Magnificent is a great word, but truthfully, there aren’t too many times it can fit into a story without sounding funny, unless your couple is bantering with each other. In this instance, Candi is being serious, and it fits Aiden in his buck form perfectly.

3. Can.

“You can.” She kissed his chin. “Aiden, I know you can.”

This simple three letter word holds no special meaning to me, except in this story. These three sentences are my fave exchange between Candi and Aiden. They are simple, yet powerful because they convey exactly what he needs to hear, exactly the way he needs to hear it: simple and direct.

Blurb:

Candi Smith spends her days working her dream job as head chef in her brother’s new restaurant. The café’s early operating hours allow her a daily walk in the forest and time to visit her special place, the alcove. When a buck starts to visit the alcove as well, she learns there’s one thing better than being alone in the forest. Candi’s feelings for the buck are confusing but they become more unusual when she meets Aiden.

Aiden Montgomery is a zoology professor and a deer shifter. His job is rewarding, but a run through the forest in his buck form is the perfect way to end to his day. Forty is fast approaching and his age, combined with his scarred leg, are reminders he isn’t worthy of a mate. He keeps the loneliness at bay by drowning in projects for work, seemingly content with his life. When he sees Candi for the first time, and recognizes her as his mate, her youth and perfection persuade him he doesn’t deserve her.

Aiden is driven to spend small amounts of time with Candi, convinced his intense feelings will be easier to control if he gets her out of his system. The plan backfires and leaves the pair unhappy, despite the love they share. He knows they can’t be together, but Aiden feels he owes Candi the truth about their connection. Candi’s not as naïve as she seems and she has her own plans for her buck.

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About Jane:

Jane has been creating stories of love and romance for as long as she can remember. She’s a sucker for a happy ending and thinks the best thing about any movie or book is when the characters find someone to love.

Jane’s stories reflect her interest in all romance genres, and all levels of spice, but paranormal romance is her true passion. She loves creating worlds around sexy shifters and vamps—even if the shifter is a smelly skunk!

Jane writes sensual romance that will warm your heart, and a happy ever after is guaranteed!

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Wednesday Words: Tamsin Flowers on Zombies, Delirium and Thanks

Hi,

For those of you who haven’t heard of me, I’ve been an erotica writer for about two years now—most of my published work is in the form of short stories and I’m happy to have been included in a wide range of erotic anthologies.

So, as a writer, words are the tools I use every day to paint pictures and tell stories and of course, like all writers, I have words I love and words I hate. My favorite words are always changing, thankfully, because otherwise my writing would become dull and repetitive. Luckily, the English language is so vast and extraordinary, there are always new words to be discovered or—to take a bit of liberty—made up.

Here’s my current crop of favorites:

ZombieI love the sound of this one as you say it out loud—it seems to perfectly describe our favorite brain-free walking dead! (Not to mention family members with a tendency to forget things, naming no names…) It’s been on my mind a lot recently as I’ve just published a collection of zombie erotic short stories.

Erotoclypseokay, I have to admit it. I made this one up. It’s part of the title of my short story collection, Zombie Erotoclypse. Instead of an apocalypse, these sex-crazed zombies are part of an erotoclypse!

Superotica—don’t bother to get your dictionary out because I made up this one, too. My blog’s called Tamsin’s Superotica and I hope the name speaks for itself.

Delirious—that moment, that feeling, that losing yourself to world that comes as you topple into an orgasm… One of things I love to write about.

Here it is, in situ, in a short excerpt from the story The Joy of Zombie Sex, one of my five tales in Zombie Erotoclypse.

The Joy of Zombie Sex

When you first become infected with the zombie plague, just pray you have a guide like Berthold to teach you the way of the Zombie…

 “I’m taking you home,” he said.

His voice was a low rasp. He lifted me into his arms as easily as if I had been a child and with my head pressed against his chest I could the roar of his heartbeat. He covered the ground back to the apartment in long easy strides.

The moment the door had closed behind us his hands were on me, tearing at my clothes as he pushed me up hard against the wall. Within seconds my T-shirt lay shredded on the floor and my jeans followed, ripped down while still done up. He kissed my mouth insistently and then burned a trail of kisses down my throat. His hands pushed back the cups of my bra and then his mouth found my breasts. His tongue was rough and his teeth were sharp, pulling at my nipples until they puckered. Sucking them hard, he stoked the fire that was building between my legs.

I moaned in approval. He looked up at me with his strange brown eyes. Then, with his hand underneath my armpits, he lifted me up, carried me through the apartment and quite literally threw me into the bedroom onto the bed. He stripped off his own clothes as roughly as he had torn off mine and, with a snarl, he was on me. He ripped away my bra and panties and his hands were all over me, stroking, feeling, exploring. I writhed underneath him and pulled him down by his shoulders to kiss him. I bit his lower lip hard until I tasted blood in my mouth and he bit back. Our tongues pressed and rubbed together frantically, the friction between them making me delirious.

 And my final word?

Thank you!

A big thank you to Katya for hosting me and thank you to everyone who’s read this post.  I hope you enjoyed my zombie fun! And if you want more, it’s only 99c or 77p for all five stories!

Author bio:

Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future.  In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.

Wednesday Words: W.M. Kirkland gets a little Sci-Fi

The English language is such a rich and varied thing, that it’s hard to find just five words that I love. I love to discover new words and to use them appropriately in conversation. Even changing the way a word is pronounced, such as by using the UK pronunciation can be fun and enlightening.

Theoretical Physics, Mr. Cooper?

One of my favorite words is theoretical. I say that a lot, usually in the context of “theoretically this should be easy”. It implies possibilities, a chance that something we think might not be doable really is. It also makes me think of Theoretical Physics and other scientific practices which are discovering the edge of our known universe and laws.

I also enjoy the word mojo. It’s a cool word, harkening back to a time when people thought in terms of flower power and getting groovy. It’s about taking back my personal power, finding my mojo, and getting to work. In some respects, the word is gaining popularity in marketing circles, but I like it because it so succinctly explains what I’m trying to do when I combine finding my power, getting into the flow, and getting it done all into one, neat, four-letter word.

The word freedom calls to me. Like theoretical, it implies bigger horizons and better things. I live with a chronic illness that leaves me in pain, and so to me, freedom would be waking up pain-free to take care of what I need to do. It reminds me of wide open vistas and beautiful scenes. It’s about being about to do what I need to do when I need to do it.

While not exactly one word, I love the imaginative synonyms for swear words that science fiction shows come up with. Frack. Frell. You don’t have to know the words or the language, to know what’s being said. Gorram is one of my favorites.

Finally, it may sound cheesy, but I do write romance after all. One of my favorite words is love. It makes the world go around. It warms our hearts and keeps us smiling. It’s about support and caring and taking care of one another.

And really as a writer who writes romance, isn’t that what’s it about? Love?

Bio: A long time ago in a galaxy far away…oh wait, that’s a different saga. W.M. Kirkland began writing over twenty years ago, and all the stories, no matter the genre, featured handsome princes. Today, W.M. combines a love of history and fantastical settings with strong men and bonds which cannot be broken. Although these men keep W.M. at the computer most of the day, there’s still time for enjoying the outdoors, great movies, and a good time.

Recent Release:

When Jaime flies to Iowa for his friend’s wedding, he discovers the closeted lover he’d left in college is out and the star at a local drag club. After a wedding weekend full of reunion sex, all Jaime wants to do is bring Trevor, aka ShyAnne, back to Denver to star at his club.

Except Trevor’s built a good life for himself in Iowa, and he wonders if Jaime wants him only for his high heels. The sex might be great, but he knows Jaime got bored with his countrified life once.

An offer for Jaime to buy an Iowa drag club has both of them rethinking their situation, and Jaime wondering if he can really be happy with some country boy love.

Link: http://www.loose-id.com/country-fried-love.html