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Release Day: "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" (DSMC4)

Friday, November 30, 2012
First of all, I'm guest blogging today at two different blogs, on two different topics. Please stop by and chime in.

When One is Not Enough: On productivity, burn-out, and keeping the brain minty fresh.

The BDSM Authors' Playroom: Which switch is which?

*Snoopy dancing* It's release day for "Out of Bight, Out of Mind," the fourth (but not the last) installment in my Deep Space Mission Corps series from Siren-BookStrand. When I wrote the first book in the series back in 2009, I actually had to compose the manuscript on a teeny tiny little netbook, using a USB mouse and keyboard attached to it, because the screen on my main laptop died and had to get fixed. LOL

Now that's perseverance. LOL


http://www.bookstrand.com/out-of-bight-out-of-mind

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F, HEA]

Emi Hypatia loves her job exploring the galaxy with her three husbands, Aaron Lucio, Caph Bates, and Ford Caliban. When a nonhuman crewman is temporarily assigned to the Tamora Bight for a mission, Emi hates and mistrusts him at first sight due to what her empath training tells her.

Aaron, Caph, and Ford know Emi can't help what she feels about their temporary crewmate, Kayehalau. But they don't know if it's just the jump engines wigging her out, residual nerves from her fight on Kal'moran, or something else. They feel badly Kayehalau's presence on board makes her nervous, but orders are orders.

Emi knows Kayehalau is up to no good. She just has to prove it. It's soon apparent he wants to use her for a nefarious purpose. She turns the tables, but only after she's out of harm's way does her larger problem become apparent. Can Aaron, Caph, and Ford rescue her when she's left Out of Bight, Out of Mind?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The correct reading order is:

1) Love at First Bight
2) Bightmares
3) Spider Bight
4) Out of Bight, Out of Mind

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

One happy hooker...

Monday, November 26, 2012
Today's spontaneous blog post is brought to you by the letter G...or H...not sure which (and I'm too lazy to get up and walk all the way across the house to go look).

Notice the snnnaaaazy black plaid men's sleeper pants?
Yes, I'm all about the style. *snort*
Because of my fibro, my hands and feet get WICKED cold. But since I'm all about the technology, gloves just don't do it for me. (I know about the new capacitative touch gloves, but too cheap to spend that kind of money, plus they'd still screw with my typing.)

I posted my status update on Facebook this morning and mentioned my blue crocheted fingerless gloves, and realized maybe I should share this from the response I received. LOL

These are SUPER easy to crochet. You can use ANY yarn you want (well, except that damn really hugely chunky stuff). The yarn you use will help determine the feel of them and the hook you use.

Lion Brand Homespun is what I used for the ones in the pictures. (I also make a matching beret and narrow scarf, and that usually takes up the better part of two skeins.)

Okay, so I'm not an expert in writing crochet patterns, and this will probably throw you OCDers into a panic, but here goes. (These are American crochet terms, I know UK stitchers use different terms, so adjust as necessary.)

Gauge - doesn't matter. Pick the yarn you want to use, and the size hook to get the "feel" you want. I usually use a G or H (I think), but the larger the hook, the looser and lighter the feel. If you want heavy and thick, use a smaller hook. Be warned that if you use a really fuzzy yarn, the smaller the hook you use, the harder a time you'll have with it.

These are worked in rounds, back and forth. NOT continuous rounds. But you turn it at the end of every round. They're worked in one piece, so no joining or seaming or sewing required.

Once you decide your yarn and hook size, make a chain long enough to go around your hand/arm. (If you're going to wear these over long sleeves, take that into account.

Join the chain with a slip stitch. Chain 3, and skip the chain close to the hook and HDC (or DC, if you prefer). *Chain 1, skip a space, and HDC*. Repeat from * - * all the way around until you get to the end, join with a slip stitch to the beginning of the row, ch 2, turn. Repeat to make it as long as you want from cuff until the bottom of your thumb.

That's where you do something different. Keep making the rounds, but for at least two rows, do NOT join with a slip stitch at the end of the row. Just turn and make your rows. (I say at least two rows, because that's what works for me. If making them for larger hands, or if your rows are narrow, do as many rows without the slip stitch as you need to make the thumb opening wide enough.)

When the thumb opening is long enough, use the sl to join at the top. HOWEVER, before you go on, use SC around the thumb hole opening (you might have to use slip stitches to get to where you want to be), then do either HDC or DC around for 1 or 2 (or however many you want to make it long enough) rows, joining each row with a slip stitch and turning. When you make the thumb as long as you want it, use a series of slip stitches to work your way back to the main work, then continue however many rows you want to use to make it the length from the top of the thumb opening. I usually make 2 more rows.

I know this isn't an exacting pattern, but they're fast to make, EASY to make, and totally adjustable for nearly any yarn, hook, and hand size. Make them out of lightweight sport or baby yarn for dressier-looking ones, or chunky homespun for thinker, fluffier, warmer ones. If you want them stiffer or thicker, then instead of using the HDC, chain and skip, then just do every stitch. They'll be thicker. Or you could even use SC if you want, but they'll take longer to make. If you want them lacier, use TS and thinner yarn combined with a larger hook. Do a test square to find what works best for you. If you were really enterprising and wanted to make them heavier, you could use two strands of yarn held together to make them, especially if they're two different colors. (Or use two strands of thinner yarn to make the texture you want.) I've made a pair that goes all the way past my elbows too, that I can wear with a T-shirt or tank top, to keep my hands and arms warm without making the rest of me too hot.

Two skeins of Lion Homespun gives me a set of fingerless gloves (sometimes called "gauntlets" if you're looking for a pattern), a beret, and a narrow scarf (done in the HDC, skip one method). Ravelry.com has a ton of patterns free and for sale, and you can find patterns for free all over the internet. Check the yarn manufacturers like Lion and Bernat, because they usually have a ton of free patterns on their sites.

If you knit, use the same basic principle, except you might have to make the thumb separately and sew it on.

What am I up to now?

Sunday, November 25, 2012
Yay, I survived Thanksgiving without adding too many pounds. LOL I hope everyone survived it safe and sound (and sane!). And tomorrow, Mercury goes from retrograde back to direct. (Can I have a hallelujah?)

And on Friday, the fourth installment in my Deep Space Mission Corps series, Out of Bight, Out of Mind, releases from Siren. (Hint: You can pre-order it now! *smile*) Don't worry, there will be more books in that series. Books five and six will focus more on the crews of the Kendall Kant and Braynow Gaston, although Emi and her boys will make appearances. And there will be books beyond those.

So right now, I'm finishing a WIP to turn in to Siren, tentative titled Foggy Daze. (Not sure I'm totally in love with that title, however, but it does apply to the manuscript.) It's a mfm menage, and a prequel book to my Coffeeshop Coven series that I'll be putting out next year.It's not technically a paranormal story, it's more a contemporary, although we're introduced to a few characters and magickal elements we'll see in later books in the series.

EDIT: We did go ahead and change the title to It's a Sweet Life. (It's the name of the heroine's bakery.)

(Another hint, Out of the Darkness is a prequel to the Coffeeshop Coven series, which focuses on the people who call the Many Blessings new age shop a second home. If you read OotD, it'll set up the backstory for the series that while not mandatory to know, it'll give you greater insight into the first book and the events that took place leading up to it. And Red Tide contains related characters as well.)

Here's my working blurb (subject to change):

LacieBell Addams, known as Libbie to her friends, has a mortgage on her building in Brooksville, Florida, a struggling bakery, no love life, no health insurance...and fibromyalgia. She's worried how she'll continue making ends meet when two hunks show up looking to rent the extra apartment over her bakery. Not only do Ken and Charles make her money worries go away, they offer to help out in the bakery in their spare time, giving her hope. They also make her panties damp. Too bad they're gay, but they are great eye candy.

Ken Dougherty and Charles Stackhouse have a secret--they're not the gay cousins they pretend to be. They're actually twin brothers in disguise and on the run from a vengeful New Jersey mob boss. Charles is actually Allan Donohue, formerly a prosecutor with the State Attorney's office in Miami. Benjamin Donohue was the Miami-Dade detective who helped break the case wide open. Now they're both marked for death. They hope their ruse is enough to keep them, and Libbie, safe. Because now that they've both fallen in love with the struggling baker, there's no way they're going to let her go.

But what happens when fate strikes and vengeance comes calling? Will there be a lifetime of days both foggy and sunny for the three, or will their love suddenly be ended in a deadly eternal night?

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What comes next? December will be spent finishing Tony's story and getting that submitted to Siren. It's going to be a mf BDSM book, and emotionally it's been grueling to write (although not nearly as much so as The Reluctant Dom was.)

In no particular order (no, I don't have any potential release dates yet), here are the projects topping my whiteboard from hell at the moment, and which I anticipate being done/released in the early part of next year:

  • The Denim Dom (Tony's story, and will catch people up on characters from Safe Harbor, Cardinal's Rule, Domme by Default, and The Reluctant Dom)
  • Triple Trouble 5 (I can't decide on a title for it yet.)
  • Without Porpoise and Porpoisefully Yours, books 3 and 4 in the Placida Pod series
  • Book 1 in the Coffeeshop Coven series (mfm and as of yet untitled because I can't make my dang mind up--heeeey, Macarena)
  • Book 2 in the Bleacke Shifters series
  • Deadline, a contemporary mystery (mf) with romantic elements that I'm self-publishing as Lesli Richardson (it's in edits now)
  • Pinch Me, a contemporary thriller (mf) with romantic elements... *ditto ^^^*

When I say those projects top my whiteboard from hell, that's not to say that's the limit of my projects. Ooohhh no, bucky. That's just the list of the ones currently screaming at me the loudest. LOL I have a whole tree's worth of sticky notes plastered over my corkboard squares (if Grimmy would quit swatting at them and knocking them down!) of projects.

Also in the queue for next year, more installments in the Good Will Ghost Hunting series (hopefully at least two of them, more if I can manage it) and my Brimstone Vampire series (at least two). Along with more Coffeeshop Coven series books, a couple of BDSM novels, a couple of one-off menage stories (one a contemporary, one an adventure set in Yellowstone) that keep popping their heads up and shouting at me to write them (but they keep getting shouted down by other stories), more from the Triple Trouble gang, another DSMC book, possibly the sequel to Fierce Radiance, a new post-apocalyptic series that I'm thinking of as "bird flu pandemic meets The Stand meets The Walking Dead minus zombies meets classic Old Western pulp fiction," and some other stuff.

I've been asked why I'm self-publishing some of my fiction as Lesli. Good question. :) I am COMPLETELY satisfied with Siren-BookStrand, let me say that right up front. The publisher is fantastic to work with, and I have nothing but good to say about them. Seriously. However, their niche is romance and erotic romance. And honestly? My brain has some contemporary stories to write, some without any sex in them at all, and that means they wouldn't be a good fit for Siren. It's nothing to do with them. (You wouldn't take your Ford to a BMW dealership for repairs, would you? Same principle.) Also, I've always wanted to build up my Lesli Richardson pen name (since, heck, that IS my real name) and I've just been too busy to do it. So rather than sexing up some books that really have no business being sexed up because it would be extraneous, I decided, why not take a chance and do this? Quite honestly, sometimes my mental palette NEEDS the non-sexy writing so I don't get burned out. Rather than letting those manuscripts languish in a metaphorical drawer, I decided why not self-publish them?

While we're here, I'm shamelessly drumming up "likes" for my Facebook page: http://facebook.com/tymberdalton I'm over the 900 mark and shooting for 1,000. If you haven't gone there and liked it yet, please do, because when I do hit the 1,000 mark, I'm going to randomly pick one of the people who've liked it to win $20 in Strandbucks from Siren-BookStrand. :)

So what are your thoughts? What do you want to see popping up on my Coming Soon page? *smile*

Writer Beware: Amazon KDP account settings

Saturday, November 24, 2012
I got this tidbit from Indie BookSpot blog this morning.

If you sell your books on Amazon KDP, go check your account settings. Chances are, your US payment was switched from EFT to check. When I checked, yep, sure enough, they'd done it to me, too. Worse, my address is outdated, still at our other house, where we no longer get mail.

And it won't let me change my address!

Grrr.

So go check your stuff and start complaining loudly to Amazon.

(Link to original post: http://indiebookspot.com/2012/11/24/kdp-glitch-changes-authors-payment-details-back-to-check-for-us-sales-refuses-to-accept-changes-again)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 22, 2012
Time to drag this one out again... Happy Thanksgiving! :)








Writer Beware: Noble Romance

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Another writer beware post for you all this week. This is the latest in an ongoing saga that broke a few months ago in a rather public way when one of the principals left and threw a hissy fit in the process. Seems like Noble Romance has not only not cleaned up their act, they're still actively screwing authors over.


For all the details, you can follow the thread over at Absolute Write:

http://absolutewrite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=113356

But the latest information comes from Aleksandr Voinov's blog, where he's posted a full email exchange between himself and Noble, regarding attempting to get his rights back, You can read it for yourself at:

http://aleksandrvoinov.blogspot.com/2012/11/noble-romance-has-violated-my-copyright.html

Available for pre-order: "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" (DSMC4)

Monday, November 19, 2012
Woot! The fourth book in my Deep Space Mission Corps series, "Out of Bight, Out of Mind," releases Nov. 30th and is now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand! :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/out-of-bight-out-of-mind

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F, HEA]

Emi Hypatia loves her job exploring the galaxy with her three husbands, Aaron Lucio, Caph Bates, and Ford Caliban. When a nonhuman crewman is temporarily assigned to the Tamora Bight for a mission, Emi hates and mistrusts him at first sight due to what her empath training tells her.

Aaron, Caph, and Ford know Emi can’t help what she feels about their temporary crewmate, Kayehalau. But they don’t know if it’s just the jump engines wigging her out, residual nerves from her fight on Kal’moran, or something else. They feel badly Kayehalau’s presence on board makes her nervous, but orders are orders.

Emi knows Kayehalau is up to no good. She just has to prove it. It’s soon apparent he wants to use her for a nefarious purpose. She turns the tables, but only after she’s out of harm’s way does her larger problem become apparent. Can Aaron, Caph, and Ford rescue her when she’s left Out of Bight, Out of Mind?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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You can find this and all of my other Siren-BookStrand releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Tessa Monroe, and Macy Largo on my Siren author page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: "Bleacke's Geek" by Lesli Richardson (Tymber Dalton)


Here's the blurb and an adult excerpt from my book "Bleacke's Geek" (Bleacke Shifters 1) (writing as Lesli Richardson).

Click here for buy links.

Blurb:

"Bleacke's Geek" (Bleacke Shifters 1)

by Tymber Dalton writing as Lesli Richardson

(mf, paranormal, wolf shifters, erotic romance)

When girl meets geek, the fur’s gonna fly.

Dewi Bleacke is a no-nonsense Prime Alpha wolf. As head Enforcer of the Targhee pack, she’s in charge of Florida. Her assignment is to kill a dirtbag who sold his daughter. She doesn’t expect to find her handsome, albeit geeky, soulmate in the process.

Dr. Heathcliff McKenzie Ethelbert lives a quiet, boring life. A professor at USF, he has no girlfriend, no car, and is a devout vegetarian. So when a mysterious woman with mocha eyes literally drags him out of his booth and then proceeds to have her way with him, it’s not his average night out. When she follows their sexy interlude by abducting him after killing a man, he suspects life has just taken a drastically odd turn.

Now Dewi, her partner Beck, and her surrogate father Badger, have to educate her new “grazer” mate on the ways of the Targhee wolves. “Ken” does his best to fit in. But an old killer lurks in the shadows--the wolf who murdered Dewi’s parents. Can she keep Ken safe, or will her mate prove to everyone that he’s a lot more than just Dewi Bleacke’s geek?

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Excerpt:

The parking lot of a crowded neighborhood sports pub in north Tampa, not too far from the University of South Florida, on a steamy early June Saturday night.

Nothing unusual about that.

Leaning against her car, she patted her hip. Through her black, double-breasted oilskin coat she felt the comforting weight and profile of the 9mm Glock in its holster. The coat, a man’s style that she’d had custom tailored to better fit her, hung midway down her calves, the back split up to her ass, allowing her unimpeded mobility. Tonight she wore black jeans and an oversized black, button-up shirt under it, with a black tank top on under that, along with her black leather motorcycle boots.

Admittedly clichéd, but it hid blood well, if necessary.

Pushing away from her black Saleen S281, she strode toward the pub. Two college-aged guys standing outside the front door went slack-jawed and silent as they stared at her approach. She didn’t need her special abilities to know what they thought as they watched her progress across the wet parking lot. Coat billowing behind her, combined with steam rising from the tarmac, a smooth gait that made it seem as if she floated, and a kick ass car.

She could practically hear their erections rising.

Frat Boy One shifted position a little so he could crane his neck to look around her and get a better view of her ride.

“You walk within ten feet of it,” she muttered, just loudly enough that they could hear as she passed them, “and I’ll rip your balls off and have them deep fried as my appetizer.”

Both men immediately took a step back, out of her way, giving her a wide berth as she entered the pub.

No one inside noticed her entrance, as she’d expected. It was a busy Saturday night. The waitresses looked frazzled, while the puck drop of the Bolts-Blackhawks playoff game on TV held most of the patrons’ attention.

Her intended mark sat in a far corner booth, with his back to the door while he shot the shit with three of his scumbag human friends.

Good. He’s not expecting it. Stupid fuck. How could you sell your fifteen year-old daughter to a drug dealer and not expect retribution from pack elders?

It boggled her mind.

She preferred to not take him down inside the main dining room, especially since there were a few kids in the pub. At least, not kill him in the open. Maybe if he got up to take a leak, then she could do him in the bathroom.

One of the harried waitresses noticed her and waved her hand around the dining room. “Sit anywhere you want, hon. We’ll be right with you.”

She nodded and slid onto an empty stool at the bar where she could see her mark. Jonathan “Jay-Jay” Peckingham, Junior.

Peckerhead would be a better name for him.

He sat, totally unaware of her presence, while laughing with his friends and stuffing his face full of fried cheese sticks, totally unaware he was consuming his last meal.

Good, that means he’ll be there for a while if they’re only on the appetizers.

She ordered fried mushrooms and water and waited for her chance. While she watched, her mark and his friends killed a pitcher of beer and immediately ordered a refill.

The hockey game didn’t interest her despite her love of the sport. Not even when the Bolts managed to score two back-to-back power play goals midway through the first period. She kept her focus on the men, although it would appear to anyone else that her attention was fixed on the TV across the bar.

Unfortunately, the call of nature strikes even pack enforcers.

I can scout the back, at least.

When the bartender walked past her seat at the bar, she left a twenty by her plate and said, “I’ll be right back. Little girls’ room. Keep the change. Don’t give away my seat.”

He smiled, as much from the nearly fifteen dollar tip she left him as from the silent command she sent him to forget her face.

On her walk through the pub, she considered her options. Deep in thought, the unexpected scent slammed into her as if she’d been sucker punched, stopping her in her tracks.

No. Oh, hell no. Not tonight!

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to force her feet to move. Even when a waitress struggled to scooch past her, she didn’t step aside.

Forward, she commanded her feet.

She opened her eyes and scanned the room. Of their own volition, her feet turned her away from the back hallway where the bathrooms lay and to the left, into the other side of the pub’s dining room.

Please let him be married. Taken. Fuck, let him be gay!

She had to take down Peckingham tonight. Those were her orders from the tippy-top of the Targhee pack food chain, not that she needed orders, in this case. She was happy to take the fucker out. But considering an edict from the Alpha had been issued, if she didn’t, her hide would, literally, be on the line. Not that any of the pack’s high podunks could touch her if she decided to disappear, but making life miserable for herself wasn’t in her game plan.

She also refused to allow another child to be put in harm’s way by not taking the fucker out.

But if she didn’t take care of claiming her mate now, she wouldn’t be able to focus on her job.

Threading her way through the tables, she rounded a room divider where two more rows of booths and several tables were located. She came upon a slightly geeky-looking man sitting alone in a booth. He was hunched over a laptop with his back to her, a stack of papers haphazardly sitting on the far side of a basket of fried mushrooms.

Well, at least we have that in common. That’s a start.

She stepped up to the table and stared down at him, waiting. Mr. Mystery Geek finally looked up when he noticed her standing there. No rings on his left hand, and what looked like a college class ring on his right. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that didn’t hide his sweet, brown eyes. He kept his brown hair neatly styled, and his cheeks clean-shaven. Maybe one-eighty-five soaking wet, if he was lucky. She couldn’t tell how tall he was, but judging from his torso length he likely stood a few inches taller than her.

Thank the Goddess for that, at least.

When she didn’t speak, he nervously said, “Um, may I help you?”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

Fuck.

Mate.

If she didn’t claim him now, even if she didn’t get herself killed trying to take out Peckerhead because she was distracted thinking about this guy, she would drive herself nearly mad trying to track him down again if he got away from her if the crowd bolted and cleared the pub.

Decisions, decisions.

“Are you married?” she softly asked after she opened her eyes again.

“I beg your pardon?”

She fought the urge to bare her canines at him and take him right there. Her tongue flicked over the point of her right one as she felt the pleasant ache of it wanting to slide out. “I asked if you’re married.”

Looking obviously puzzled, he shook his head.

“Girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Gay?”

That seemed to motivate him to righteous indignation. “Look, just because I’m an academic and single doesn’t mean I’m gay!”

She spotted his computer bag in the other seat. She grabbed it, scooped up his papers and slid them into it, then shut the lid on his laptop and dumped it in, too. When he tried to protest, she nailed him with her eyes and held a finger to her lips.

“Silence.”

His eyes widened as he clearly heard and understood her silent command. Looking shocked, he slowly nodded.

She dropped two twenties onto the table to take care of his order and anything else he might have coming from the kitchen. Then she slung his bag over her shoulder and grabbed his arm. When she pulled him out of his seat, it was like peeling fresh, wet newspaper off a windshield. No resistance whatsoever.

She looked up at him. She’d guessed right. At least he’s taller than me. Not quite six feet tall, though.

Jesus, Badger’s going to laugh his ass off.

Stifling her aggravated moan as well as her desire to claim him right there in the middle of the crowded dining room, she kept her fingers clamped around his wrist and led him toward the back. She had to have him.

Right now.

* * * *

This can’t be happening. When he’d felt the woman’s presence by his table and looked up into her beautiful large, mocha-colored eyes, he wondered at first if she was pissed off at him for maybe taking her usual spot or something. She stood there, just staring at him. A ball of intensity, heat shimmers seemed to radiate off her.

Now after answering her questions and watching her clear his stuff off the table, he found himself being dragged along behind her.

Why am I not fighting this?

Why the hell would I fight this?

It was almost like he could hear her muttering under her breath, even though it sounded in his brain and not in his ears against the noisy backdrop of patrons watching the hockey game. Not that he paid the game any attention. He hated violence of any kind, even sports.

But they served great fried mushrooms here.

Wait, focus. Hot woman taking me somewhere.

When he hesitated at the ladies’ restroom door, the mystery woman dragged him in behind her as if he didn’t have several inches and at least fifty pounds on her.

Jesus, how strong is she, anyway?

She could give Buffy the Vampire Slayer a run for her money. Actually, he realized that description seemed to fit her, except she had glossy, dark auburn hair that beautifully accentuated her creamy skin.

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Adult Excerpt:


He wanted to believe it. “I think that’s the part that I’m still struggling with.” He smiled down at her. “What does that say about me that I can come to grips with the wolf stuff faster than I can the fact that a beautiful woman is in love with me?”

“I think it says I’m glad you only had stupid women in your life before me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Last night in the pub, you asked me if I was married or single. Why did that matter?”

“Because if you weren’t single, no matter what I felt for you, I would have walked away.”

“And if I was gay?”

She shrugged. “If you were single and interested, I would have had to think about it.” She nibbled on his hand, making his cock hard again. “If you were totally not interested, I would have made myself walk away.”

Who was he kidding? Just having her within ten feet of him made his cock hard.

“Well, lucky for both of us I was straight and single.”

She crooked a finger at him, motioning him to lean in. He did, and she slipped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers twining in his hair. She pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him.

Instinct took over. He rolled her out of his lap, onto the grass, and stretched out on top of her as he kissed her. She softly moaned into his mouth as both her arms encircled him. He braced himself on his arms, trying not to crush her under him, until she pulled him down, their bodies tightly pressed together.

He felt the world disappear around them. His universe ended outside the circle of her arms. And he wanted to fuck her. Hard and fast and furiously.

Ken sat up, his gaze never leaving hers. He unfastened her jeans and smiled as she arched her hips up, allowing him to yank her jeans and underwear down after she kicked off her sneakers.

He pulled his shirt off over his head without unbuttoning it all the way. After kicking off his shoes, he shed his slacks, enjoying the sultry smile that creased her face when he stood towering over her, naked.

Something took over, an urgent desire even more than normal to be inside her, to own her. He reached down and caught her by the wrist, then flipped her over onto her stomach as he dropped to his knees behind her. She pushed up onto all fours as she cast a look over her shoulder.

“Please take me,” she whispered.

His cock already felt like it would explode. He felt something stronger and more raw than lust or primal need take over. He grabbed her hips and sank his cock home deep inside her, enjoying the way she threw her head back and let out a happy sound that almost sounded like a growl.

“Yes!” she gasped.

He dug his hands into her hips to hold her in place. Hard and fast, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the clearing, their panting breath, her soft, mewling sounds of pleasure. The he felt her explosion, and the feeling of his own body responding, answering as his release burst from him.

The force of it robbed all strength from his legs. He fell forward onto her, gasping for air, his face buried in her hair at the base of her neck. She reached back, found his hand, and laced her fingers through his.

Nothing had ever felt so good. It seemed that every time she made him come, it was harder and better than the previous time.

“I think I’m going to have bruises on my hips,” she playfully teased.

He immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry, I—”

“No, don’t be sorry.” She tipped her head back, a sated smile curling her beautiful lips. “I like it.”

Their eyes met and he felt his cock go hard inside her. Christ! He’d never gotten this hard this fast before.

Hell, he’d never been this hard before.

He sat up, pulling her back onto her knees, his fingers wrapped around her hips even more tightly than before. She wiggled her butt against him, urging him on.

“You want it hard, baby?” he asked her. Who was this person possessing his soul? He’d never felt like this before.

“Yes!” she begged.

Deliberately, he took long, hard, strokes, as deep as he could, feeling his member sliding all the way home inside her slick muscles. He withdrew slowly, making her whine and beg for it before slamming home.

When she begged for him to go faster, he slowed down, making her plead with him. “Don’t tease me,” she begged.

Darkness settled in the woods around them. He felt a new darkness of his own deep within him. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, the words spilling out of him as if he had no conscious will.

Her whole body undulated beneath him as she dropped her shoulders to the ground, her fingers digging into the grass as she squirmed in his hands.

He felt a surge of power roll through him. She was his, all his, and he had her at his mercy.

He kept up his teasing pace despite her impassioned pleas. Sometimes he’d speed up just enough to make her cry out with pleasure as a smaller orgasm rolled through her before he slowed down again, forcing his own release to build into epic proportions.

When he knew he couldn’t hold it back anymore, he reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “Who do you belong to?”

“You!”

His hips shot forward, pistoning his cock deep inside her. “Who’s your mate?” What the hell is wrong with me?

“You!” she cried out again as he felt a huge climax take her.

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Writer Beware: Trouble at Silver Publishing

Sunday, November 18, 2012

For a couple of months, several people, editors and authors alike, were approaching me privately and asking if I'd heard anything troubling about Silver Publishing. Then they would proceed to report their experiences, including slow/under/no payments and poor communication.

After receiving more than enough of these private inquiries, I posted about it in the Absolute Write forum back on 8/30/2012.


The publisher was quick to reply that oh no, there were no troubles.

Ahem.

Someone has finally gone public with it.

http://mercyceleste.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/rumors-sometimes-have-way-of-being-true.html (No longer available, she pulled it because the publisher encouraged authors to go after her and harass her.)


It's unfortunate, because there are a lot of good small/indie publishers out there. If you've had trouble with Silver Publishing, make sure to go to the discussion thread at Absolute Write and post your experiences.

The people who contacted me privately had their own reasons for not going public, mostly because they feared retribution from the publisher. But now that it's public, I encourage anyone who does have an issue with them to report it to help other authors and editors make informed decisions.

EDIT (12/17/2012): Apparently, the few people brave enough to speak out against Silver Publishing have been facing an unusual opponent...their fellow Silver authors whom the publisher has bamboozled into staying quiet by promises to pay them if they don't speak out about what's been going on (ie SERIOUSLY HEINOUS breaches of contract regarding payment). This Svengali publisher is turning author against author there. So people who ARE speaking out are basically getting victimized a second time by people who are also being victimized by this douchenozzle.

Folks, SERIOUSLY??? The guy is in BREACH OF CONTRACT. If you went to work and your boss told you nope, sorry, no pay today, but stay quiet about it and I'll try to pay you next week, would you tolerate it? And seriously, would you go after fellow coworkers who said f*ck this noise and went to the media to report them? NO, you'd stand together.

Listen, the more victims suckered into this guy's Ponzi or Pyramid or whatever it's called scheme are the people he's "paying" you off of. He's admitted in emails to malfeasance and mismanagement of funds. Do you HONESTLY think you're going to get a full and honest accounting of your sales???

BAIL OUT. NOW. Get your rights back and run fast and far and chalk it up to experience. And if you're afraid of coming out in an identifiable way, go over to Absolute Write and create an anonymous account and post in the Silver thread there. Or post in the comments here anonymously.

Why am I so pissed off? I've got friends screwed over by this guy. And they're afraid to speak out because of getting harassed like others have. People who know me know there are three things (besides my coffee) that you do NOT mess with: you don't f*ck with my family, you don't f*ck with my furbabies, and you don't f*ck with my friends.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!

Friday, November 16, 2012
Sorry I was late picking the winners for the amigurumis, but skeet ran late last night and had to clean our living room carpet (don't ask). The winners are:

*DRUMROLL*....

The four winners, as picked by random.org, are...

RoseRaven
Sandra (anyonymous)
Stacy Wilson
Kasey Dean

Congratulations!!! :) Y'all have until Sunday night to get with me to claim your amigurumis. :) Email me at tymberdalton AT gmail.com

Thanks to everyone for playing, and stay tuned, because I'm going to be crocheting more giveaways over the next couple of weeks. :)

Friday frappe.

Time for another mash-up of things I've gleaned from the interwebs (other than pictures of cats).

Great article at the Writer Beware blog about when to refuse a contract (complete with reference links): http://accrispin.blogspot.com/2012/11/guest-blog-post-mustering-courage-to.html

A couple of great articles from LiveScience about dreaming here http://www.livescience.com/24707-dreams-sleep-science.html and here http://www.livescience.com/17290-facts-dreams-nightmares.html.

Don't be drinking anything (you have been warned) when you read Kristen Lamb's latest blog post. The WANA guru for writers has hit this one out of the park. http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2012/11/14/why-settle-for-your-readers-wallet-when-you-can-get-in-her-pants/

For a turn of mood, stop by the Prescription for Murder blog for a discussion about deadly flowers: http://jamesjmurray.wordpress.com/2012/11/14/flowering-plants-beautiful-but-deadly/

From the Huffington Post, 7 Creativity Tips From a Top Mathematicianhttp://www.huffingtonpost.com/hilary-harkness/creativity_b_2111428.html

And now for something completely different, I am a recent Ana White fan. She's got a great DIY project on her website for a farm table, just in time for Thanksgiving: http://ana-white.com/2012/11/plans/farmhouse-table-updated-pocket-hole-plans




And I received my latest writerly toy tool from Writer's Digest yesterday. The Storymatic: http://thestorymatic.com/





And finally, a rational (and short) article listing the basic pros and cons of self-publishing from DailyWritingTips.com: http://www.dailywritingtips.com/10-rewards-and-risks-of-self-publishing/

Contest! And release day! :)

Monday, November 12, 2012
Woot! Today is release day for "Porpoiseful Intent," the second book in my Placida Pod series. You know what that means, right?

http://www.bookstrand.com/porpoiseful-intent

(And if you missed book one, "Accidentally on Porpoise," you can also get that from Siren-BookStrand HERE.)

CONTEST! :)

I posted a pic yesterday of the amigurumi alligator version I made of hunky Cajun alligator shifter, Wyatt (who will have a larger role in later books). He's a friend of Emery's who helps Emery's pod out in a search.

Today, I give you the amigurumi version of Emery. :)

Do you want to win one of them? (Heh heh heh.) This is open to anyone regardless of where you are in the world.

All you have to do is leave a comment about why you think you'd be a good home for Emery or Wyatt. I will leave the comments open until 9pm Eastern time, Thursday, 11/15. Then I'll use random.org to pick two winners, and I'll post the winners' names in the comments. The winners have 48 hours to contact me to collect their prizes, or I'll pick alternate winners (who'll have 48 hours, and so on) until both of them are claimed and winging their way to good homes. :)

Remember, leave a comment on this blog post (here, not on Facebook or Twitter, etc.) about why you'd be a good home for Emery or Wyatt. :)

So stay tuned to this blog, remember to hit the checkbox to receive updates when new comments are posted, and good luck!! :)

UPDATE: I've completed a second Wyatt for the giveaway, and am working on a second Emery. That means a total of four winners. :) So make sure you add your comment for a chance to win!

BDSM Authors' Playroom: Where do you start?




I'm also blogging today at the BDSM Authors' Playroom. The most frequent question I get from people not in the lifestyle is how do they get started in it? So, today's topic is: Where do you start?

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/2012/11/where-do-you-start.html


Brrraaaiinnzzzz...writing menage and the zombie apocalyps.

What does the zombie apocalypse of "The Walking Dead" have to do with writing menage? Nothing...and everything.

Click here to read my guest blog over at the "When One is Not Enough" blog to find out what I'm talking about:

http://menageromance.blogspot.com/2012/11/zombie-apocalypses-and-writing-menage.html


"Porpoiseful Intent" (Pladica Pod 2) coming tomorrow

Sunday, November 11, 2012
In honor of book two in my Placida Pod releasing tomorrow, I'm trying my hand at amigurumi. :) I love to crochet and don't have time to do it as much as I'd like. But my first crocheted critter is a yarn version of Wyatt Belaforte, a gator shifter who is a friend of Emery's. (And Wyatt will have a larger role in books to come.)

Stay tuned, because I'm also working on an Emery. LOL And starting tomorrow, you'll have a chance to win Wyatt or Emery. (The yarn versions. LOL)

Have you pre-ordered your copy of "Porpoiseful Intent?" You can go to Siren (yes, even if you have a Kindle) and pre-order it:


http://www.bookstrand.com/porpoiseful-intent

And if you missed the first book, "Accidentally on Porpoise," you can order it from Siren here:

http://www.bookstrand.com/accidentally-on-porpoise

There will be at least two more books in the Placida Pod series. (Possibly more if Wyatt has his way! LOL)

Blurb:

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.

But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?

Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

New review: "Love Slave for Two: Reckoning (Bk. 4)"

Monday, November 5, 2012
What a great way to wake up on a Monday morning, to a wonderful 4-star review from The Romance Reviews for Love Slave for Two: Reckoning!

"This latest and perhaps last installment of Love Slave For Two series is sweet with just the right amount of tension. Ms. Dalton deftly brings all the loose ends from the previous stories together into one united picture...This erotic romance story is recommended to ménage lovers who want that happily ever after."

Thanks to BookAddict for a fantastic review! :)

You can read the full review here:

http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=7103

You can buy Love Slave for Two: Reckoning from Siren-BookStrand here: http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-reckoning

Whew. Home improvement hell sucks. (AKA "The Great Water Heater Battle of 2012")

Friday, November 2, 2012
Grab some popcorn, this one will take a while.

With Hubby not feeling good the past few days, I've taken up the slack in the daily routines. I also finally got around to reorganizing the bedroom. No, it's not perfect, and far from "done," but at least my eye doesn't twitch in a bad way every time I go in there. The problem is, the bedroom will, in a few months, be totally ripped apart so I can do the floors and put up paneling and paint, etc. to redo it, including bringing furniture from the other house. The furniture (except for the new drawers and cubby I just put in) is all my grandparents' furniture. And yes, dating back to before I was born. (The house is 62 years old.)

The old water heater.
Unfortunately, having to replace the original water heater (yes, you read that right, the ORIGINAL water heater) took all and then some of my budget that I was going to use in the bedroom. Because I had to have the electrician come out and totally replace the original service panel and old fuse (yes, FUSE) boxes and run new Romex for the new water heater. (The old one shorted out fuses and no way in hell was I trying to diagnose that. Screw it, I replaced it, eliminated the old wiring, problem solved.)

Okay, so let me start with the water heater fiasco.

It died on the morning of Friday, Oct. 19th.
(We spared the funeral, because we figured our family had gotten our money's worth out of it after 62 years.)

Yes, it was, again, the ORIGINAL water heater. Yes, it's that thing in the corner. Yes, Grandaddy built this house and put it in himself.

I tried the obvious, replacing the blown, screw-in type Edison fuses, which it promptly blew again.

Uh-huh. Fuck. That. Shit.

And no way was I trying to replace the damn thing on a Friday. I know how that goes. You're at a point at 10 PM on Friday night with NOTHING open and your water shut right the hell off until Monday sometime because you need a part and can't get it.

So I start the search for an electrician. (Note: If you're in Tampa, Dean's Electric is DA BOMB!) Following a recommendation from my cousin, Dean himself came out Tuesday, and yes, did tell me that I could get by with my idea of adding an extra breaker to my FRAKKING old breaker box on the outside and running a new circuit. I wouldn't burn my house down. (The house is a wooden frame house on concrete blocks, so underneath is accessible, thank the Goddess.)

I debated doing that, and told him I appreciated the advice and would definitely be having him come back out after my quarterly royalty check came in on the 30th.

"No problem. We could do it Friday and I'll just have you sign a contract and you can pay me by Nov. 15th."

FUCK. ME. SIDEWAYS.

Hell yes I said YES! (I should also note, his company did work for my cousin, who lives directly behind us, the summer before after a lightning strike fried some stuff. So I guess he trusted us. LOL Did I mention I LOVE Dean's Electric???)

So, my plan was to get a new water heater, hopefully one that would fit inside the kitchen, otherwise I'd need to put it outside and that meant building a pad and shelter, etc.

Meaning MORE money that really wasn't in my budget if I wanted to keep TECO happy. (Of course, not paying TECO would make a water heater moot...)

Meanwhile, I'm driving to the gym every day to take a hot shower at this point. I tried a cold shower the first night, and needless to say I spent the evening in bed trying to make the pain go away. Fibromyalgia and cold showers DO NOT MIX. It was like a million nails being driven into my flesh at once.

So after he left, I hied myself down to Lowes and picked up a Whirlpool 38 gallon "lowboy" electric heater that would, luckily, fit in the space. (But it means at some point I need to build a box for it because we lost shelf space that we used with the old water heater since it was in its own metal cabinet.)

Wednesday morning, let the demo begin. Sir was coming by that night after work to help. Hubby and I start the demo process. During my second trip to Lowes that morning (the first was for shit I'd forgotten the day before, like the pan and hook-up kit for it, and to scout my options for plumbing), I get a call from Dean himself.

Getting there...
"We had a cancellation. We can come tomorrow if you want."

Um, YES PLEASE!!

But then at that point I'm in full-on panic mode, because now it's mission-critical that we get the damn water heater OUT, the new one IN, and plumbed and ready for the electrician to hook up for me the next day.


The old bitch fought a truly valiant battle...


Success!
But sadly for it, I wanted hot water more than it wanted to stay in its home of 62 years. It took Hubby and me BOTH leaning on the borrowed dolly to get the damn thing tipped back so we could get it out of the kitchen. That was a whole 'nother battle.

No, I couldn't drain it. While it DID have an overflow valve and drain on it that led outside, it did NOT have a lower drain valve on it that I could have hooked a hose to and emptied it.

Guess they didn't think of those kinds of things 62 years ago.

I scrounged up some Killz I had left over from the bathroom permanently temporary revamp last year and cleaned the area up. (Yes, the fact that the wall wasn't even painted when Grandaddy put it in shows that it was original.)

No, it's not a perfect paint job. Shut up. I wanted hot water, damn it.

Got the new one put into place.

Realized I had another problem... a HUGE problem...

The main valve that shuts the water off to the house (the one closest to the house, not the one by my well) was LEAKING. As in like a fricking FOUNTAIN.

A 60+ year-old valve. Half BURIED in the fricking ground.

Shut. Up. (I heard you laughing.)

Panicked, I made ANOTHER trip to Lowes with a stop by a local plumbing supply house on the way (it's 4:30 at this point, I should add). I'm in a panic and thinking if worst came to worst, I could get everything done, then shut the water off at the well when we went to bed so it wasn't leaking all night. (No, it wasn't damaging the house, just making the ground wet where we had to do the piping underneath.)

The guy at the plumbing supply place handed me a $6 package of packing string and said it would likely solve my problem.

*Insert jaw drop... HERE ____*

Dubiously, I continued on to Lowes for the rest of the stuff I needed, got home, had a tearful, panicked text exchange with Sir over the leaking valve.

I should note that while I'm damn good with internal home plumbing, I'm not so much with the supply lines and stuff.

Ready for rough-in.
I get everything roughed in and ready for Him when He gets there (I should remind everyone of my extreme claustrophobia and even unhooking the old piping from under the house to get the old water heater out nearly triggered a panic attack. Fortunately, it was close to the edge of the house and not completely under it.)

He decides He wants to tackle the valve first.

Then He notices yes, it is just the nut on the top of the valve that was loose. He tightens it, the leak slows to a bare trickle.

*INSERT TEARFUL, JOYOUS SIGH OF RELIEF...HERE ___*

Then He has me shut the water off, takes off the nut, puts the packing string stuff in like the guy told me, and voila...no more fricking leak.

(Remind me to buy a dozen donuts and take to the plumbing supply house for that guy. He rocks.)

So other than a swarm of mosquitoes nearly eating us alive, Sir got the plumbing connections made, and miracle of miracles, we were done by 10 PM with no leaks and my water on...

Except...

(Yeah, you knew that was coming, didn't you?)

When we flushed out the lines to fill the new water heater, it clogged up my faucet (which I replaced last year) from old crap in the lines from the old one. (Yes, I had the aerator off, it clogged a backflow valve built into the faucet line, it was one of those nozzle kinds you can pull out from the main body.)

*head/desk*

Yes, I know I should have used the tub tap to do it, but the kitchen sink was RIGHT THE FRACK there.

So Sir helps me pull out the faucet (did I mention I'd just put it in LAST YEAR?) and we test the supply lines. They're fine.

Frak.

Okay, so now my kitchen floor is COVERED with all the stuff that was under the sink, my kitchen is a disaster, and I'm fucking tired, haven't had a shower...

And the gym is closed.

FML.

Bottom one controlled water heater.
And, oh yeah, I had to clean out a TON of stuff from the corner of my office and get it moved so the electrician could get into the corner to replace the fuse box and move the stuff outside.

So I heated up a pot of water and took it into the tub with me and sponged off.

Next morning, at oh-crap-it's-still-dark-out-and-I-haven't-had-coffee-yet thirty, I drag my ass out of bed, get in the car, and go to Lowes.

By now, they're starting to know me by name.

I get a new faucet (bonus is that I found an extra breaker from the old box from last year that we'd bought when my dad installed two new circuits for Christmas lights for Hubby that I never returned, and I thought I had, so I returned it). FIFTY DOLLARS CREDIT!!! (WOOT!)

The day was looking up even without coffee. So the new faucet only cost me about $40 total (including new connection lines for it).

Managed to get it installed and working before the electrician showed up.

Did I also mention I was in so much pain I could barely move at this point?

Finally got my coffee, Hubby helped me get the stuff back under the sink, and we sat and waited.

Electrician (Frankie, one of Dean's guys and a really nice guy) got the process started, got the box swapped out, and got a new Romex line and circuit run for the water heater. He disconnected and removed as much of the old wiring as he could for the old one (but since it was a dedicated circuit, it's not like we'll mistake it for anything else).

Done and out the door by about 2 PM.

By 3, I said screw it, it's hot enough, and had the first warmish shower in my own bathroom in nearly a week.

Ahhhhhhhhh....

I texted Sir. DADDY DADDY DADDY guess what I just did!

He said He didn't know, but guessed it probably involved a hot shower. LOL

I made myself go skeet shooting (I knew if I stopped moving I wouldn't want to start again as badly as I hurt all over and I figured dammit, I DESERVED the fun time LOL.)

Before (2 days ago)
The next morning, I had to tweak the thermostats up on both elements from the stock 120 to around 140, which is perfect and makes the hot water last a lot longer.

So that was my great water heater adventure. The good part is, now we have a shiny new Square D breaker box with extra room if I want to add extra circuits for Hubby's Christmas extravaganza.

And, oh yeah, over the past couple of days I organized the bedroom as best I could. LOL (I think I mentioned that earlier, didn't I?)












Before (midway)

I wish I'd taken pictures of this corner before I put the cubby in. (That wasn't there. The small end table was there, which I moved. The cubby and two floral totes on top are new from Lowes.








After (today, hi Gidget!)
I got all the free-ranging clothes put away and organized (lots of creative refolding involved there, let me tell you what).

















Not the best after pic of this corner, it does look a LOT better in person than in the pic. LOL What you can't see is the little dressing table that's behind there, in that corner, is now actually visible, whereas before it was buried in clothes, quilts, etc.

After (today)
Those tubs are things like my *ahem* play party clothes and corsets and stuff in one, and in the other lots of stuff like cold weather clothes that are bulky, hats, scarves, gloves, etc.

But at least I did get the front of the closet cleared out and accessible.

(No, I won't show you what's in the closet. Shut up. LOL)

And I did get the one tub that was in front of the closet emptied and put away. (Yay!) So the effect is the room LOOKS a lot neater than it was, and it feels marginally roomier.

The house only has ONE closet--I swear to the Goddess ONE closet for the ENTIRE house--which is shared by both bedrooms. (I used it as a "secret passage" between rooms when I was a kid.) So I'm doing the best I can with what we've got. It's smaller than the other house (3/2, down to 2/1) even though the total square footage is close to the same due to the living room add-on Grandaddy built in the early '80s.

And yes, I'm still weeding through my grandparents' things. There are a lot of things I won't part with, like some of the furniture. It's been here since I was a kid or before, and I am sentimentally attached to it.

Our plan is to add on to the entire east side of the house, about 15-20' and down the length of the house, and add 1.5 baths (including a master suite bath), expand the bedroom I'm using as my office into a master suite, add a utility room, and expand the kitchen and living rooms. That's in the future, though.

Right now, with the electric updated, my eye has now focused on getting the propane furnace (about 8 years old or so) removed and getting central heat and A/C installed so we can get rid of the two window-shaker A/C units, too.

So much to do, but I love this old house. I'm trying to dust off my FlyLady.net skills and help Hubby make a dent in things so we're ready for company for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And, oh yeah, I need to build a box for the water heater.

*head/desk*

What kind of home improvement projects are you up to? Or chime in with your own home improvement hell stories.

(And, oh yeah, had a new book come out this Monday. LOL)

Available for pre-order: "Porpoiseful Intent" (Placida Pod 2)

Thursday, November 1, 2012
Woot! :) "Porpoiseful Intent," the second installment in my Placida Pod shifter series, is now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand:


http://www.bookstrand.com/porpoiseful-intent

It's releasing on 11/12. And if you missed the first book, "Accidentally on Porpoise," you can order it from Siren here:

http://www.bookstrand.com/accidentally-on-porpoise

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.

But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?

Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

--

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Shiny New Cover! "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" (DSMC 4)

Woot! I have a shiny new book cover to show off! :) This is for "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" the fourth installment to my Deep Space Mission Corps series, coming Nov. 30th from Siren.

Blurb:

Emi loves her job exploring the galaxy with her three husbands, Aaron, Caph, and Ford. When a non-human crewman is temporarily assigned to the Tamora Bight for a mission, Emi hates and mistrusts him at first sight due to what her empath training tells her.

Aaron, Caph, and Ford know Emi can’t help what she feels about their temporary crewmate, Kayehalau. But they don’t know if it’s just the jump engines wigging her out, residual nerves from her fight on Kal’moran, or something else. They feel badly Kayehalau’s presence on board makes her nervous, but orders are orders.

Emi knows Kayehalau is up to no good, she just has to prove it. It’s soon apparent he wants to use her for a nefarious purpose. She turns the tables, but only after she’s out of harm’s way does her larger problem become apparent. Can Aaron, Caph, and Ford rescue her when she’s left Out of Bight, Out of Mind?

The first three installments in the series are now available from Siren-BookStrand:

  1. Love at First Bight
  2. Bightmares
  3. Spider Bight