Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Mina Vaughn's Title Change and Cover Reveal!!!!

Hello!! Long time no blog, eh? I had to come out of the shadows to bring y'all the awesomeness that is Mina Vaughn's HOW TO DISCIPLINE YOUR VAMPIRE!!! Holy cow, y'all. This stuff is hot.

**Warning: The above image is a replication of what could very well happen to your panties. You've been warned.

Mina is a self described pin-up princess and shoe whore. But I'd argue that she's SO MUCH MORE. I met Mina on le twitters (you can and should follow her too @MinaVaughn) and she's been so uber nice, so I couldn't be happier to participate in these shenanigans. So without further ado I present you the brand spanking *giggles* new cover and title!! 

And HERE is a little snippet from How to Discipline Your Vampire (preorder it for $1.99 NOW):

The Office Christmas Party Scene—How to Discipline Your Vampire Excerpt

Here’s a sexy little tidbit from How to Discipline Your Vampire.  William, Cerise’s submissive, is responsible for setting up elaborate role play scenes each day.  Today’s scene: an office Christmas party…and Cerise is the boss’s wife.

I heard the purr of her car pull into the driveway, and the soft jingle of keys as she put her purse down on the table. The bathroom door slammed, and I threw on some holiday tunes and a mistletoe tie while I waited.

“Have a holly jolly, Mrs. Norrel,” I said, handing her a cup of punch as she walked into the “office,” looking like sex on legs. I could barely keep my body from pouncing at her. Forget the blouse hugging her, it was sensuously embracing her. Cerise’s cleavage peeked out so amply, I wanted to accent it with some mistletoe, or stick a candy cane in it. I held back my desire as she took the punch wordlessly from my hands and sauntered over to the bar.

“Thanks, William,” she said, sipping casually. “Any plans for the holidays?” She leaned over, d├ęcolletage bouncing slightly. I licked my lips and found words. “Not really. My family’s heading to visit relatives in Pennsylvania, but I have too much work to catch up on. You?” I tried to break eye contact, not wanting “the boss” to walk in and catch me ogling his wife. I suppressed a smirk—I was getting immersed in my own fictional scene. She made a sour face with her full lips and groaned. “Ugh. Matthew’s taking me on some cruise. I hate cruises,” she said, raking her hand through her long, curled hair. “He always picks vacations where we’re forced to be together 24/7. I’d rather just travel and sightsee. I prefer being alone,” she purred, biting her lip slightly.

That sent me over the edge. I had to get things moving sooner, but without her noticing I was taking too much control. So, I flirted. “I wouldn’t want you to leave my side, either,” I mused. “Mr. Norrel is a smart man. A lucky man,” I said, my throat going dry. I wanted her so badly. She turned to refill her drink, and I caught a glimpse of her long, luscious legs through the slit of the skirt. I imagined taking the fabric on either side in my hands, and tearing it until it exposed whatever lingerie she was wearing beneath. I was hoping for some lacy boy shorts tonight. They were the perfect blend of a thong and bikini panties, and showed lots of cheek.

Now I was the one biting my lip. She noticed. “Well, if you were on the cruise with me, I don’t think I’d leave the cabin,” she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. I feigned shock. She opened a candy cane and took a long lick.

“Mrs. Norrel,” I said softly, voice hushed and scandalized. “You shouldn’t talk like that.”

She grabbed me by my tie and pulled me close. I could smell her sweet scent, blended with the sharp mint of the candy on her breath. “The firm’s partners all went onto the balcony to chat about a case and smoke cigars,” Cerise said softly, and nuzzled my cheek with her nose. “Matthew couldn’t possibly hear me propositioning you right now, don’t worry.”

I pulled away, hesitantly. “I don’t deserve attention from someone like you, Mrs. Norrel,” I said, bashfully. “My job is my life. I’m usually buried in paperwork, I just don’t—”I stuttered.

She leaned against the bar, pulled me against her, and wrapped one long leg around my waist. She radiated heat, and her aroma made my head spin. “I want you buried in something else,” she said huskily, grinding against me, pressing her sharp heel into my back. I moaned, and grazed my thumb along her collarbone.

“I’ll do anything you want,” I panted, as she slid her tongue down my neck, fingers loosening my tie.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Seleste DeLaney's CLOCKWORK MAFIA Release!!!!

All right, lovely lady! Fist things first, you're purdy and I thought you should know. Okay awkward statement has passed. let's keep it there. *ahem* 

Seleste: Thank you! And we won’t leave it. I have a sister who, when her friends see my pictures on Facebook and ask who I am, says, “That’s my sister, and this is what she really looks like.” So I never ignore compliments now. Muah!

Okay. I think I'm okay now. Moving on...

1) For those new to you what kind of books do you write? 
I write…a lot. LOL.
Seriously though, I have an urban fantasy series (Blood Kissed), I’m one of the authors in a multi-author/shared-world contemporary romance with paranormal elements series (That’s a mouthful. It’s much easier to just call it Cupid’s Conquests.) I have a quirky action-romance series (For Keeps—first book releases June 10!) and an untitled Brazen series coming from Entangled Publishing. Oh, and my steampunk romance series (Badlands), of course J

2) How long have you been writing? 
All my life? To answer the real question there, I first started (slowly) to get serious about my writing in 2007. It took a few years before I wrote something that was considered publishable though.

3) Who are your favorite authors that inspire you?
First and foremost, Kelley Armstrong. She pushed me along most steps of my writing journey. My critique partner, the amazing Katee Robert. Where Kelley wasn’t around to push, Katee took over. She also inspires me with regard to life. A trio of other authors I think are amazeballs are: Hannah Moskowitz, Tiffany Reisz, and Allison Pang.

4) Your new book CLOCKWORK MAFIA  looks incredible! What was your inspiration for it?
LOL My actual inspiration was that when Badlands came out, people demanded more. Seriously, as an author, I do pay attention when my readers speak. I can’t (and won’t try to) make everyone happy, but “more” I can usually manage. From there, I looked at Badlands and thought about which woman’s story had to come next. Because of the events in that first novella, I knew it had to be Henrietta. That meant examining how she connected to everything and the “unkillable” army was born.

5) Will there be any more books in this series?
Editor-gods willing, yes! I have two more books planned (Mahala and Laurette). I just need my brave and trusting editor to take them on. Seriously though, one way or another, the series will be finished. After all, I hereby solemnly swear I am up to no good. ;-)

Thank you for stopping by my blog and giving us some insight into your awesome! 


For more info on Seleste check out her website.

Go forth and buy BADLANDS and of course you need to buy CLOCKWORK MAFIA so you don't have to skip a beat between each delicious book!

Thank you again, Seleste!!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

My Chapbook

Here's my chapbook from my Craft of Poetry class. I warn you I am not a poet so don't hold any expectations. :D I've moved things around a bit because I have a poem on submission and there really isn't a need for a title page on here. Enjoy!

Critical Essay
At its core poetry is a written history and personal interpretation of life and the workings of the human mind. The greatest value in poetry is its ability to reach inside a reader and either unite them through recognized experiences, or shake them to the core with thought provoking prose. I am still not interested in reading poetry beyond Shel Silverstein; however, I have a great respect for the art of creating a work that can evoke powerful emotions with an economy of words. I would like to take the things I’ve learned from this course and incorporate them into my picture book and novel writing. So much of what is required in the craft of poetry is useful and applicable to those endeavors.
While Riccio says, “narrative poetry is concerned primarily with telling a story” I think that all poems have a story to tell. This is what draws people to it. Whether through the use of powerful imagery, or the use of white space and visual pacing, such as Jackson’s use of it in his poem “Emergency” (70-72). This vivid imagery and intensity of pacing draws the reader in, and when skillfully crafted can quicken the pulse and wreak havoc on the readers emotions for complete strangers they would normally have no emotion ties to. It is this expert handling of craft and evoking of emotional and physical reactions that draws so many to both the reading and writing of poetry.
So many elements of the craft of poetry are useful to not only poets, but wordsmiths of any genre. The importance of utilizing an economy of words is necessary for affective writing in fiction as well. And while meter may not be as central a part of fiction writing, pacing certainly is. Keeping a reader on the edge of their seat, wanting for the next lines on the page is what every fiction writer strives for. The cadence of language is universal whether the work is meant to be read aloud or silently. The mind has a way of being attracted to patterns and sounds and in this the poetic elements are essential.
Though I may never consider myself a poet I am thankful for the elements of craft that I have learned within this course. As stated above pacing, imagery, and most importantly mastering the economy of words will be tools I hope to utilize and eventually master in my own writing. It is possible to write without knowing and understanding the elements of craft, but in order to write in a daring and new way, you must first know the rules in order to break them.

Chapbook Table of Contents
I.                   Title Page
II.                Critical Essay/Introduction
III.             Table of Contents:
Poetry in Moments: Ars Poetica Poem 
9        Days Late: Four Temperaments Poem 
Leading Lady: Imitation of Gary Jackson’s “Gothamites”
Holding the Ocean: Form and Meter Poem 
What Else Could I Do 
The Eyes Have It: An Imitation Poem of Shel Silverstein’s Style 
Final Stop 
IV.             Notes Pages:
a.       Notes on the inspiration for the poem 9 Days late
b.      Inspiration of the poem Leading Lady
c.       Inspiration of the poem The Eyes Have It
d.      Inspiration of the poem Final Stop
V.                Author Biography

Poetry in Moments
A thousand tiny elephants stomping through,
words tumbled and jumbled.
A need,
to make long dead people proud.
Beneath layers of muck.
Doubting if this simple task
is too much—yet not enough.
Headache gained,
fear receding.
Hair pulling, nail biting,
A wall of faces judging, having earned their place.
Still, still, still here.
A hummingbird in a hawk’s disguise.
Fake it long enough and it can be true.

 9 Days Late
9 days late,
3 tests,
24 hours of pain,
Heart rate drops in tandem with blood pressure,
The pain and the fear weaving together into a crescendo of tears and blood,
8 pounds 2 ounces later,
Tears of joy, fear turned to elation
A boy to bring about a change.

9 days late,
2 tests,
0 hours of Pain-scheduled,
Nothing but joy,
A new love to expand the heart,
7 pounds 14 ounces later,
Love expands despite,
A girl’s tear stained face.

9 days late,
2 tests,
0 hours of Pain-scheduled,
Silence meets the ears, bringing tears and fear,
A mother’s cry met by a baby silence,
A first breath gone wrong,
A worn heart breaking as new lungs collapse,
The thrumming of hope takes flight,
2 hours of hope dashed as a new life slips away,
Back to the beginning, with no middle before the end.

4 months later,
9 days late,
4 tests-digital confirmations,
3 unscheduled stays,
0 hours of Pain-scheduled,
Too scared to let go,
Fear-all consuming,
6 pounds 3 ounces later,
Fear disappears-replaced,
By a baby girl that comes into the world, laughing.

Leading Lady
Let TVLand have its June Cleaver,
Disney have its Mary Poppins, Max
his Ruby. We have our Connor.
She is toughened.

True she’s only a woman,
but not one girls dream about
becoming—fighting for survival,
saving a son that would save them all.
Our lady keeps company
with outliers, self aware machines,
keeps time by the exchanging of clips.

We’ve heard the rumors—
from psychopath
to savior of the future generations. How
she’s forty now, yet still keeps
pace with police and machines
able to destroy the earth.

Some of us bet she’s even
Home-grown, right her.
Not some fantasy
or misogynistic creation.
but one of us, who had to decide
she was going to be strong,
take this dim future back
into the hands of humanity,
show those sentient robots
how a woman defends her home.

Holding the Ocean

Were there
Holding hope,
That I’d reach out.
The need for flesh clear,
Your face—falling from high.
Wind blows, salt burns—an ice heart
Glistening, blazing, your hand falls.
Moments passed in the blink of a life,
The back door of the ocean never closed.

What Else Could I Do

You left,
in the slender hours before dawn.

You left
the lights burning their way through our groceries.

You left
me angry, sated, so full I became empty.

You left,
every day only to return again—until

you left
me standing beside a chasm in the ground.


The Eyes Have It
They say eyes are a window to the soul.
That no matter what people say, you can go
Look someone right in the eyes and know.
So tell me then, if you can
With so many eyes upon it, does a potato
Have a soul too?


Final Stop

The station, empty
in the slender hours of morning.

A slight rustling of feathers
against brick, the mortar crumbling—
in spots. A picture of the newest show
hanging slightly askew in its rust framed perch.

The hum of life trickles in with the people,
shaking off the snow like a toddler in the throws of a tantrum.

Engines grind to life
another day of rushing by the dead girl
under the tracks—she waits for night,
where she is mourned by the silence.



9 Days Late: I had to interview a friend for another class assignment and we discussed her children and their births. In talking we discovered this odd truth in numbers with all of her pregnancies. 

Leading Lady: This poem is an imitation of Gary Jackson’s “Gothamites” (Missing you, Metropolis 27)
The Eyes Have It: This poem was written as homage to Shel Silverstein’s style.
Final Stop: Poem inspired by in class selection of noun and verb pares.

Author Biography
J.C. is a student at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, VA pursuing a major in Professional Communications and minor in Creative Writing. When she isn’t chasing messes left behind by her children or dogs she’s reading, writing, or tweeting.