42250 words 42.3 % finished line of the day: It wasn’t until later, when beneath the hot water of her shower Bess tried and failed again to find the guilt she knew should belong to her, that she realized something. They’d put their hands and mouths all over each other. They’d licked and stroked and [...]

I’m going to steal something. I think Lauren Dane won’t mind. After all, we are going to share a room and a shower together when we go to The Romantic Times Convention. I find it easy to be thankful on Thursdays because of one thing. Yeah. You know it. SUPERNATURAL. And since yesterday, I got [...]

the ache Oh, the ache of falling in love with someone you really shouldn’t…oh, that tender, painful weight in your heart when you see his face, when you look at him when he can’t see you because then you can stare as much as you want. That tightness in your throat when despair and joy [...]

35,750 words 35.8% completed line of the day: The twin dark circles on the inside of her thigh could have been mosquito bites, scratched open, and not the pressure prints of his fingers. I thought I’d written more pages, but still not a shabby showing. M

To be more accurate, my lack of TBR pile. Unlike many of my acquaintances who boast of TBR piles as high as the ceiling, I simply don’t collect books that far in advance. I feel somehow lacking in this respect, especially when my friends are blogging about their looming piles of goodies just waiting to [...]

Dirty’s no longer sold out, so go grab up your copy!

It’s Friday. My house is sort of clean. Sort of. I might do some writing today, which will be a bonus. But before I do that, here’s my Friday Shout Out: Chased by my good friend Lauren Dane is out now from Samhain Publishing! I got my copy already and of course can’t wait to [...]

Let those that love us, love us. And those that don’t, may God turn their hearts. And, if He cannot turn their hearts, May He turn their ankles so we may know them by their limping!

24, 750 words 24.8% finished I hit 99 pages today. I think I should write one more, just to hit 100. I wrote 31 pages today, booya! Yeah!!! line of the day: The first spat of rain hit the windows like the sound of marbles clattering into a jar.

If the price of fame is being ripped on, well, then I guess that’s the price of fame. I don’t see the point in tearing someone else down to lift yourself up, but hey, that’s just me. I’m not gonna get all John Preston on you, or anything.