Tuesday, April 21, 2015

I swore I was done online dating...but I wasn't.

Many, many moons ago, I deleted all my online dating profiles, convinced that I was cursed and would have better luck smiling at strangers in the produce section at the grocery store. Given the fact I'm still very single, that didn't work out quite as planned...and so in a moment of weakness I signed up for Plenty of Fish. New profile, new pictures, answered all those questions they ask with a fresh perspective and more attitude.

So far, It would seem I'm still cursed.

It's not that I haven't had any interest. It's that the interest I've gained is from men who aren't quite what I'm looking for. Not a hookup or a hangout, but an actual relationship, with dates and laughter and stuff. The last time I did this, I got a detailed and very polite email from a young man who was looking for a full-time Domme. I had another email from a seventy + year old who was looking for a "travelling companion." He thoughtfully included  several naked pictures of himself.

This time isn't looking much more promising. I've had an invitation to meet with a man and his wife who are active swingers. There was an email from a fellow who explained that he was only in town for a few days, gave me his hotel address in the first email, and used the words "honest and discrete," to describe himself. The computerized matching system informed me that I was highly compatible with one fellow, and when I clicked on the link I burst out laughing as I saw the face of a high school boyfriend. Not so compatible, thank you, computer algorithms.

Today I got an email from a profile with no name and no picture. All it said was "if that is you Sue your still as beautiful as you were when we dated back in the day." 

Flattering, definitely. A tad disconcerting? You betcha.  Did I mention I have no idea who this person is?  The only picture with his profile is of a teddy-bear. What day were we dating in? Hell, which decade? Is he the one that got away, or one of the ones I ran from? (there are a lot more of the latter than the former, the odds are not in my favour here.)

I am not ready to give up just yet, but my optimism is waning fast. We'll see what the next few days brings. I've still got hope I'll get a date out of this adventure. If not, I've got more fodder for my books.

Wish me luck.

Monday, April 20, 2015

New Release ~ Lacey Thorn's Jagged Hearts

This is a hot new release from the lovely and talented Lacey Thorn.

Jagged Hearts
A Knight’s Watch Story

 Five Years Ago: Brutal Attack Rocks Entertainment Industry Paisley Ames can't escape the headline splashed across every news outlet, a vivid reminder of the tragedy that changed her life and still haunts her. Despite the passage of time, she can't heal. She can't let in the man who might show her how to live again. Barrett “Bare” Locke took one look at Jamison Knight’s daughter and saw a survivor. A woman, fierce and strong. Too bad she doesn’t see it. He understands what it is to lose someone you love. If Paisley will give him the chance, he’ll show her how to heal the jagged pieces of her broken heart. But someone doesn’t want Paisley to heal. They want her to remember…until they decide it’s time for her to die.

Monday, April 13, 2015

My give-a-damn is finally breaking.

When I was a drama-fueled teenager who felt every sling and arrow of day to day life with agonizing clarity, my mum told me that as I got older, it would get easier. She said by the time I was her age, I'd likely have reached a point where I'd know what was important, and what wasn't worth the energy to worry about.

I think I'm finally there.

I got my hair done this weekend, and instead of straight purple I went a different direction. Silver to blue to purple at the tips. Apparently in doing so I crossed the line from "Quirky but harmless" to "We must judge this stranger with grim and frowny faces until she repents her life choices." Sunday I had to run to the grocery store. The same one I go to at least once a week and have for oh, six years. This time was different. This time, there were stares. There were glowers and even one outright sneer, and for the first time in my life, it didn't bother me. Not one bit. Holy hell, was that a good feeling.

After a lifetime of worrying about my looks, my weight, my every real and imagined imperfection, I had a clarifying moment when none of it mattered. Don't like my hair color? I don't care. Disapprove of my tattoos? Go right ahead, I'll be over here, not worrying about it. Are you going to judge me because I write romance novels full of smoking hot sex?  This is me, entirely unconcerned about your opinion. Feel  the need to mock me because I'm overweight? Okay....that one is still going to sting, but I'm getting over it. I am still a work in progress, after all.

I wish I could send my fourteen-year-old self a snapshot of who she's going to become and tell her not to spend so much of her life afraid of other people's opinions. Back then, I did everything I could to blend in, to be part of the crowd so that no one would find a reason to tease or bully me. As it turned out, they didn't need a reason, and the more I hid who I was, the more power I gave to the ones I was trying to appease. I got so good at hiding, I developed sociophobia and anxiety disorders that plagued me for years.

This year I'll be turning forty-five years old. That's when the warranty on my give-a-damn finally started to expire. Frankly, I can't wait until it's officially busted.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Rescuing Red ~ Now available


As the future CEO of Forrester Industries, Lucas Forrester has the kind of life most men only dream of. He’s travelled the world, brokering deals and sealing contracts that have benefited the company while making a name for himself as a cold, calculating negotiator.

At work, Luke lives behind his corporate persona, but when a chance encounter with a beautiful and caring stranger brings out his true nature, he finds himself reluctant to go back into hiding.

Veronica Hood’s life will never be mistaken for a fairytale, but she’s proud of what she’s accomplished so far. After years of planning, she’s finally got her own coffee shop, with enough money coming in to stay out of the red and pay for her grandmother’s medical bills, too. When Lucas sees her delivering food to the hungry, he appoints himself as her protector, stealing her heart and starting a whirlwind love affair straight out of a storybook.

The trouble is, Lucas isn’t the only one who has fallen for Ronnie. When her stalker finally emerges from the shadows, Luke will have to fight for his redheaded angel. In the end only one of them can possess her, but who will be the victor...her champion or the dark-hearted wolf?

**Originally released as part of the Seduction at Midnight Anthology**

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Surviving a Chaos Dragon attack - or knowing when to take a reality break

The existence of Chaos Dragons would explain so much.

It's not even noon yet, and I have already exceeded both my chaos and crazy quotas for the day. The phone won't stop ringing. Requests are coming in from all sides for a variety of documents, clarifications, and answers to odd questions. My normally quiet office is abuzz with conversations, shouted communications and a near steady whir of the printer/fax machine. 

Days like this happen, they're part of the ups and downs of life, but lately... lately there seem to be more of them than there should be, and it's not just the small, day to day stuff. War, disease, cruelty, and chaos seem to be the order of the day across the world, on a scale that makes me seriously consider hiding in a blanket fort for at least a week. 

This is why I love to write. It's my escape, my way of letting go of reality and running amok in worlds where there is no such thing as ISIS or an election year. (Which Canada is now in, heaven help us all.) Lately though, I've been struggling to write. I can't seem to let go of reality for long, and took me a while to realize what the problem was. I was the victim of a stealthy Chaos Dragon attack, so busy being busy with everything I forgot to enjoy anything.

Too much reality is bad for the soul, and in my case, it makes my muse run screaming for that blanket fort I mentioned earlier. So tonight I am taking some time for myself. No housework, no writing, no must do's or have to's. I'm going to have dinner with a friend and then go home to read a book or maybe watch some of the many shows I have recorded but never seem to have time to watch. (Or both...oh the luxury!)

There will also be cookies, because I'm going to need them to tempt my muse out of hiding. I can write without her, but it's always easier when she's nearby, whispering in my ear.

Monday, March 9, 2015

A New release and an invitation to a Gala Event



All-new Anthology of modern-day fairy tale romances, written by seven of your favorite authors! All proceeds of the Limited Edition Box Set will be going to the Make a Wish Foundation. On Sale for .99¢ only from March 9 - 30th.

Now available at Amazon & Barnes and Noble

You are Invited to the Midnight Gala!

Join myself and authors Kali Argent, Laurie Roma, Lacey Thorn, Erika Reed, Jenika Snow, and Catalina Harper for a weekend of fun and elegance Oct 9th-11th at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in New Orleans!

I'm so excited to be announcing this event and I cannot wait to see some of you in New Orleans, a magical city that I have always wanted to visit. This will be my first author event and I know that it's going to be a memorable occasion!

Find out more at Midnightgala.com

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Uniform Fetish Anthology Blog Tour - Wilde Start

Wilde Start

Before the Wilde Brothers series could happen, there was another love story that had to unfold. This story of the Wilde brothers' parents, Brian and Meg, and it gets the series off to a Wilde Start. 

My name is Brian Wilde. Officer Wilde if I’m on duty. I’m a beat cop from the Chicago Police department, and I thought I had my life more or less in order until the night I met her. She’d been attacked and I found her curled up by an alley dumpster, soaking wet, scared, and looking so damned beautiful she stole my heart before she said a single word. For her, I would break the rules that governed my life, both personal and professional. From the moment Meg came into my life, I knew she was special, and I knew I’d do anything to keep her safe.

* * * *

I’m Meg Wilson, and I met Brian on one of the the worst days of my life. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, got abandoned at a party by my so-called friends, then some lunatic attacks me, steals my purse, and leaves me sitting on a mound of wet trash with a bruised face and a sprained ankle. Then Brian appeared, and for the first time in my life I understood why some women had a thing for guys in uniform. He was a hero out of a storybook. Kind, considerate, brave, and protective, all wrapped up in Chicago Police blues. The worst day of my life turned out to be one of the best, and it was all because of him. 


Brian put her down and then helped her into his car, wracking his brain the whole time for ideas on where to take her. By the time he dropped into the driver’s seat, he’d only come up with one idea, and there was a decent chance it was going to get him slapped.

He went for it anyway.

“There’s one place I know where you’ll be safe, and while the d├ęcor isn’t exactly five star, it won’t cost you a cent.”

She gave him a sidelong glance, her fingers playing with the stained hem of her dress. “The only place I’ve felt safe tonight…is with you.”

Her words resonated deep inside him. “Then come home with me, Meg. I’ll sleep on the couch, and in the morning I’ll drive you home and stay with you until the locks are changed.”

She didn’t slap him, but she didn’t say anything for what felt like an eon. When she did speak, all she asked was, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He slid the keys into the ignition, but left the engine off. If they were going to do this, then he needed her to understand a few things. “Because you had a really lousy day, and I want to help. Not because I’m a cop. In fact I’m pretty sure there was an entire hour of ethics class dedicated to discussing why what I’m doing right now is a bad idea. I’m doing it anyway, because you need a friend, and you deserve better than the ones who let you walk home tonight. Besides, what kind of man would leave you with no place to go?”

She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and gave him a shy smile. “Plenty of people would do it without a second thought. But you’re not like that, are you?”

“No, I’m not. So does that mean you’re coming home with me?”

“Yes, please, but I’m not taking your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m pretty sure I’ll fit on it a lot better than you will.”

“We’ll talk about that once we get there.”

“You’re being pushy again.”

“I’m a Wilde. It’s a family trait. Once we know what we want, we don’t take no for an answer.”

“I’ll try to remember that.”

He winked at her and then coaxed Rosa’s engine to life. “It might save time later, when I ask you out for dinner.”

She gave him a wide-eyed look and then laughed, her hands coming up in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll save us some more time. When you get around to asking, the answer is yes.”

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