Strum...strum...strum...wait. Pluck...strum...damn.

Well, can you tell I'm taking guitar lessons? I don't know if that makes me a masochist, sadist, or both. Fingers hurt like hell (that line in "Summer of '69" takes on a whole new personal meaning now) but I'm learning. That would be the masochistic part of the equation.

Sadistically, I go to my hubby and the conversation sounds something like this.

"I can almost play 'Leaving on a Jet Plane!'"

Pluck...strum...strum...strum...wait. Damn. Hold on... Pluck...strum...damn. Wait.... Pluck...strum...pluck... No, hold on. Wait a second...

So then he's forced to listen to me practicing.

My teacher assures me I'm making progress at a satisfactory rate, and I know he's right, but I'm also one of those kinds of people who wants patience RIGHT NOW. *LOL*

I've always wanted to learn how to play. Took piano and violin when I was a kid, never got more than okay with the piano (can't sight read worth a damn, but I can play the hell out of something once I had it memorized), only so-so with the violin so it didn't sound like I was murdering the cat.

Much.

But I'm actually digging the guitar. And I can, in all honesty, see the progress. Bonus - I have a story idea I'm working on where one of the characters does play, so my CPA says that means this can count as research.

Woot!

(I love my job!)

"Fierce Radiance" now in print!

I'm so excited! My Tymber Dalton novel, "Fierce Radiance," is now in print!

http://www.amazon.com/Fierce-Radiance-Confederation-Publishing-Menage/dp/1606017837

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, M/M, Dom/sub]

Being orphaned twice, tragedy defined starship captain Aine Lorcan’s early life. As a result, she buried herself in her work and earned her “Ice Queen” nickname. When she crash lands after a raider attack, it’s hunky Act’huran Commander Sammuel Jorvis who rescues her.

Sammuel and Ker have searched to find the perfect third to complete their triad. Aine first tries to fight the attraction she feels for Sammuel before giving in to his sinfully hot brand of persuasion. Meeting Ker only cements the love she has for the men and her feeling of belonging.

When duty calls and the Confederation wants her back, she wages a war of conscience. Stay with her men, or fulfill the legacy her two fathers died to help her achieve? Now with one of her men in danger, will Aine’s love burn out, or will she live up to her reputation of Fierce Radiance?