“I don’t care how many times you tell me that sex has got to mean something,” Veronica growled, approaching her best friend, Nina. “Sex means nothing, except a physical release. Making love is different. That’s that emotional thing you go through with each boyfriend. Oh wait, you go through boyfriends like water, so perhaps you’re arguing because you can’t make it last!” Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for June, 2008
She’s one of my latest author heroines. Her books are a LOT like the stuff I’d like to write and enjoy doing. If you want to learn more about her Otherworld books and the next book released– Dragon Wytch, take a chance to hear on the Raven Radio show on June 25th at 8:00 PM Pacific, 11:00 PM Eastern time for an hour. http://ravenhappyhour.com/raven_podcasts.htm
My father does NOT understand it. My mom did. My sisters kinda get it, but my male does. Romance– why do I write what I do? Many people will tell you it’s for the happily ever after. Some will tell you it’s about falling in love. Some will even say it’s for the sex ideas. Well– they’re all correct. Read the rest of this entry »
I got caught up at the Liquid Silver Books blog yesterday during Torchwood fanfic day. So, I in my craziness…post a later part of the fanfic for everyone there. Hope you enjoy it too.
Phoenyx stood toe-to-toe with Owen. “You are one of the most annoying individuals, I’ve ever met, but Jack does seem to like you.”
“You say that to all the guys?” Owen sneered, but then grabbed her hand, pulling her so they were only a nose apart. Read the rest of this entry »
Lyonene stood before the Egyptian officials, her right hand caressing the small Sekhmet coin that she had carried since her admittance to the priestesshood.
“So you see, Rand, we need your help and that of the LAW ladies. They’re the only ones who can get into various facilities without being looked at in askance,” the Egyptian ambassador to the United States explained. Read the rest of this entry »
“If it wasn’t for the fact that our family reeks with magick, I wouldn’t be dealing with this shite,” JC Caldwell said resignedly. “Remind me why on the gods earth we’re dealing with things that are NOT our problem?”
She looked pointedly at her three sisters and waited. The red-headed and the dirty-blonde sisters looked at the raven-haired one who sighed loudly. “Look, you know as well as I do that we’re looked up to in the meta-human community. Our heritage and our powers are something out of legend to them. It’s why we HAVE to be there at the Lammas party and have each leader of the tribes be our escorts that evening.”
The red-headed sister, JC’s fraternal twin grinned. “It’s not like you don’t like shifters, wraiths, or vamps, JC. You’re just afraid of how much.”
“Oh, I don’t mind them, I just don’t have any interest in dating anyone right now. I’ve got too much to do and no time for a freaking ball.” JC glared. “So who are you three taking to this damn thing? Cat? Tazra? Mina?”
