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I love this story and want to go back to the universe I created here. So, the sooner I can finish my other things, the quicker I can delve into the toymaker’s story in P3!

Cupid Shoots, She Scores by Cynnara Tregarth

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Blurb:

For Trina Edwards, the time to play Cupid has come. Her assistants, whom are also the submissives she’s training, have graduated from submissive school with high honors and she knows the perfect woman for these two lovers. Lucky for Trina, it’s someone she loves dearly- her own sister, Nikita.

Nikita has been fascinated by Ronin and Jacob since seeing them with Trina at House Seti. Ronin, with his Hawaiian/Japanese heritage, and his long hair and quiet attitude contrasts sharply with his lover, Jacob, who has short blond hair and quite a mouthy attitude. She’s lusted for the men, and knew Trina wasn’t involved with them beyond training them. So when Trina offers to give them to her for a Valentine’s Day gift, Nikita doesn’t turn her down.

What the three don’t expect so close to Valentine’s Day is that Trina has left nothing to chance. Using everything at her disposal at Plotted Porn Productions (P3), she’ll show the two men and her sister just how much they need each other. Because everyone knows that when Cupid Shoots, She Scores.

Excerpt: (This takes place once Nikita makes contact with them under the guise of Mistress Valentine)

Michelle Pillow and Mandy Roth are both terrific authors and terrific people period. When they brought the Raven Happy Hour to life, it was something to behold. From there, it grew and grew into something more. Now they’ve expanded into books and even more fun things. To help out with this recession we’ve been in, they’re having a special giveaway for the next couple of months. You want to learn more? Click the link below!

Raven’s Recession Gift Card Giveaway!

So, I’m doing Around the Word in 80 Days and I’ve been writing. With both my Morning Pages (ala The Artist Way by Julie Cameron), writing Se’s story, and handwriting– I’ve done over 4k this week. It’s not completely what I wanted to do, but it’s good. Really good. I even did my work’s newsletter. (I deserve bonus points for this.)

How does this put me for the coming week? I’m working to try to make the same or more for this week. So feel free to cheer me on, kick my butt, or send me inspiration. In fact, the male and I had date night Saturday  and we went to see Season of the Witch. I really enjoyed the movie. It really helped to push some serious creative mojo in the well and also got my mind thinking in various ways in regards to medieval times, witchcraft and how times have and haven’t changed. Really helps when it comes to the fact I write a lot of pagan themed books.

Do I recommend seeing the movie? Yes, if you want to see some cool CGI, some battle scenes, and something that will make you think. No, if you don’t like to spend money and if you know a lot about the medieval times and how the Church viewed witchcraft and women in general. There are a couple of surprises I won’t spoil for you as they really helped to move and develop the plot along, let’s just say– they do really well with some of the red herrings. Oh yeah, Nicholas Cage looks verra nice in the movie and the young Kay looks very roguish himself! *grins*

Yes, just when you thought it wouldn’t happen– it’s HERE! It’s here! *grins* Special just for me on my 3rd anniversary with my male– Ride Me, Baby is available!Where may you get this fun, erotic romp? CLICK HERE.

Synopsis:

When Baby meets Harley, sparks fly and not all of them good.  The man wants her bike for Pete’s sake and has a jealous streak a mile wide.

There’s no way Baby can run a motorcycle shop on her own, not without some serious backing and the mysterious Doc seems the likely candidate.  Just what is Baby doing to earn the backing of the mystery man?

Seriously, I’m not kidding. I’ve got a new story coming out soon over at Aspen Mountain Press. Which is great because it’s their birthday at the end of the month. *grins* What you might ask, would the story be about? It would be a story I wrote a LONG time ago- one when I thought I could write contemporary and eschew a life of BDSM and paranormal. Little did I know that my past would come back and one of my editors would ask to see the story once more. Thus- Ride Me, Baby has a home and yes– it’s coming out in August.

Follow the noise of rejoicing! Yes, I am too. Granted I’m in edits for it and for Love Beyond Time. It took a major act of change to really get me grooving with both sets of edits now. I’m feeling better and at the same time, I’m feeling like I’m coming home at last. It’s not easy, oh gods, it’s so not easy. But at the same time, I’m at that point where I’m able to move myself forward now– see what I want to do and how to go about it. Which means one thing majorly– I’m getting into the writing habit because I’ve got to edit. LOL

The other happy thing is that by doing this, I’ve made myself happy. Really. I’m feeling so relieved and at the same time, happy to offer readers something they’ve never seen before from me. Part of me wonders what you’ll think, part of me hopes you’ll like it. Part of me wonders if this means that I can write contemporary on occasion. But happiness abounds regardless.

Today is Beltane, the day where pagans celebrate not just spring, but also the blossoming of things all throughout nature. It’s also the day of the bonfires to honour Brigid, the Celtic fire goddess. For my family, it means that we’ll have a meal that reminds us of this time- the pasturing of the lambs, the moving of the flocks to better regions to graze and also when we put out all of the fires and wait for the sacred fire on Tara to be relit and that flame to be brought to light all of the hearths. Most people don’t realize that the sacred trees of the druids are used to light that fire upon Tara hill, but they are. More importantly in my mind, is the thought that goes into our world today- what do we do that reminds us of the sacred divine to keep  it alive in our daily actions and thoughts. More »

You know, just when I thought that 2009 was a crappy year for me personally and not that great professionally as I struggled, I find out I’m nominated for Best Paranormal of the year by Love Romances. Can you believe it? How did I get nominated? Well, my second Marauder book, Call of the Wylde was nominated for Best Paranormal book.  Starting today, voting begins, so that means that if you have a spare 15 minutes or less and want to put your vote into this reader/reviewer awards, you can be part of the fun. How do you get to be part of this? Let me quote Dawn Roberto’s email for you: More »

I’m often asked about who my favourite hero is when I write. Funny thing is, my favourite isn’t one of my own. In fact, he’s the creation of Elizabeth Peter’s (aka Dr. Barbara Mertz aka Barbara Michaels). More »

Just got my cover for Love Beyond Time! It’s gorgeous! Want a look? I know you do…..

Love Beyond Time cover

So what do you think? I love it! The artists at Pink Petal really captured the essence of the storyline I created for Love Beyond Time, and it just rocks seeing the Giza Pyramids. Especially Menkaure’s.

I’m not quite sure where this will go or if it will go. We shall see. But I admit, I’m fond of the story idea behind it.

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Katja sat at her computer, staring at the email she wrote. Fear beat in her heart as she hit send. She was risking it all on a small chance that she hadn’t fucked up once more. Rubbing the ache at the back of her neck, she logged off and went to take a shower before bed.

How had this happened, she wondered. How could I mess up in something so important to me? Carelessly, Katja stripped off her jeans and shirt. After getting the water as hot as she could tolerate it, Katja stepped into the shower. As the water sluiced over her body, her mind kept tumbling over what happened and how she could make it right. Though her friend said everything was okay, in her heart, she knew that wasn’t completely true.

Taking the washcloth, she poured some of her favourite shower gel on it and lathered it up. As she scrubbed her body clean, memories of being washed by another teased her body and mind. Slowly, she allowed the memories to overwhelm her, bringing them to life once more. The only person she could talk to about this problem just happened to be the person involved and it left her feeling bereft. Her hands slowly slid up her legs, washing in small circles teasing each inch of flesh. Then as she washed her thighs, she could feel his touch, his breath upon them. Her body trembled in the throes of the memory.

The washcloth felt slick yet had a slightly rough texture against her skin. Katja bit back a moan as she trailed it up her stomach and rubbed it against her breasts. She was playing with fire, bringing forth the memories of that one incident. However, her need to feel him, be close with him was guiding her. Katja let loose the last restraint that kept the memories from being relived and suddenly she felt him there. His hands covered hers and began massaging her breasts, his mouth claiming hers.

A jangle of the phone broke the moment. Katja bit back a cry of frustration as the sensations fled. “Dammit, who ever is calling best be giving me good news.”

She stepped out of the wet shower, the cordless phone ringing on the bathroom counter. Drying her hands on a towel, she then answered it. “Hello.”

“Katja? It’s Damian. You’ve got a few minutes to talk?”

She looked down at her wet, soapy body and chuckled. “Can I put you on hold just for a couple of minutes? I’m dripping wet and need a towel.”

There was a slight pause on the other end, then a low chuckle. “I don’t mind, but go ahead.”

Katja placed Damian on hold then jumped into the shower, rinsing off her body. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out why Damian was calling now. She shut off the water and grabbed the warm towel hanging from the hook. Wrapping herself in it, she picked up the phone and took Damian off hold.

“What’s going on? It’s like four in the morning there,” she said, her tone showing her concern.

“I couldn’t sleep well. What’s going on with you, Katja? You’ve been hiding from everyone online and in person. Hell, not even your closest friends have been able to find out what’s going on. So, I’m calling. What the fuck is going on, Katja?”

Katja sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge Damian. He was one of her closest friends and of all the people she knew, he knew some of her most closely guarded secrets. Wiping away a droplet of water from her forehead, she left the bathroom and headed to the living room where she could sit and talk. “I’m not going to lie to you, Damian. Yes, something is going on, but I’m not sure how to talk about it.”

“Try. Hell, whatever is going on has even Garrett upset. He says he hasn’t heard from you in a couple of days, which is a lot more recent than any of us.”

Katja curled up on the couch, pulling the afghan over her hips and legs. She closed her eyes and tried to think on how to explain her actions. Nothing seemed right or accurate. Lying to Damian was an impossible task; he always knew when she held back.

“What do you want me to say, Damian? Right now, I’m trying to handle something beyond my comprehension. Well, perhaps not beyond it, but definitely a first in my books. I shared a link with someone and it was a complete one. The person also felt it.”

The quietness on the other end of the line told Katja that Damian was trying to take in the subtlety of her words. She wasn’t sure that he completely understood what she meant, but there was no other way without saying exactly what happened.

“Kat. What happened and does Garrett have anything to do with this?”

She bit the inside of her cheek while trying to not curse Damian for his insight. It was one of his gifts and she hated when he turned it on her. They were close enough as friends, but sometimes, it made it tough for them both to handle. Especially when she spoke of things that he had hidden and she knew anyway. The joys of having psi-talents.

“Yes. What happened is hard to explain. You know I’m going to Brussels and Amsterdam next week, right?” She heard his murmur of assent. “Well, I’m not sure I’ll be meeting up with Garrett while I’m there after all.”

“Why not? What does this have to do with your empathy-“ His voice faded away for a moment. “Shit. He’s empathic too?”

Katja didn’t answer. There was no need as Damian realized the truth of it. She picked at the hand-knitted afghan and tried to keep her mental shields where not even Damian could get past them. Finally, Damian broke the uncomfortable silence. “You want to tell me what happened?”