Badurday- March 17, 2012- St. Patrick’s Day

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Since St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated today, I thought I’d share two of my favorite things. Futbol and sexy men. So, here’s some pictures of the Irish Football team. The guy in the blue jersey is French, but I put him in because I liked him! Love me some soccer guys’ physiques. Dig the strong thighs- one of my weaknesses.

Enjoy your holiday. Drink green beer!

Badurday- October 8, 2011- Antonio Banderas

Rita Bay’s post on Monday regarding vampires is my inspiration for the bad boy of the week this time around. He’s sooo bad.  Antonio Banderas is way more than a puss in boots, he’s a hot, Spanish, sexy, bad boy!!  I’ve loved him since I first saw him in Interview with the Vampire as Armand, the vampire who made Lestat into one. Now, mind you, he was in Mambo Kings first, but he kind of scooted  under my radar in that one. 

He was also in El Mariachi as one bad hombre. I mean, really? A guitar case chock full of firearms? What’s not to love, right?

Check out the Andalusian who only gets better with age. Gotta love that accent, too.

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Badurday- July 2, 2011- Guest Stephanie Burkhart


Today, we have Stephanie Burkhart as our guest talking about her steam punk release.


JILLIAN: I’d like to welcome author Stephanie Burkhart to the blog today. Stephanie’s latest release is “Victorian Scoundrel,” a steampunk romance. So, Stephanie, what is a steampunk romance?

STEPH: Here’s my recipe: take a dash of steam, a pinch of the Victorian age, and healthy sprinkle of romance and you’ve got a steampunk romance.

As the term implies, the story is generally set in the early industrial period where steam power is more widely known, such as early Victorian England, but it adds a second element such as a science fiction, speculative fiction, fantasy or paranormal twist. Adding to the complexity of the “steam” is that the story usually takes place in an alternate time, or parallel universe. My best example is the movie Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law.

JILLIAN: What motivated you to write Victorian Scoundrel?

STEPH: Gail Delaney, Editor-in-Chief, at Desert Breeze put out a call for steampunk romances. I said, “why not?” It’s a genre that many find interesting so I decided to tackle it.

JILLIAN: What was the inspiration behind the plot?

STEPH: I wanted a more “traditional” steampunk so I started combing through the Victorian age and discovered the Great Exhibition. Prince Albert was a driving force for the Exhibition and I knew I wanted to center the plot around those two elements. Then I threw in a dirigible, a transmogrifier, and some whuzzies.

JILLIAN: So why is this series called “The Windsor Diaries?”

STEPH: I found real life inspiration for Alice & Edmund Windsor in Prince Harry and Her Royal Highness, Princess Beatrice of York. My character, Edmund Windsor, loves to make mischief and because of that, has a habit of making his own messes. Alice Windsor adores her cousin, Edmund, and it’s usually Alice who gets Edmund out of the messes he makes. Hence, “The Windsor Diaries.”

JILLIAN: How long did it take you to write?

STEPH: About 3 months, including my research and preliminary work.

JILLIAN: What’s your writing space like?

STEPH: It’s in the middle of the dining room. I’ve basically taken over the dinning room table. The mess is organized into piles.

JILLIAN: I know you like to cast your characters. Who plays Alice & Edmund?

STEPH: I picture Mena Survari as Alice and Robert Pattinson as Edmund.

JILLIAN: Why do you cast your characters?

STEPH: It’s part of my preliminary work. It allows me to picture my characters. For me, it gives the character an added dimension in my mind that I use to augment my writing.

JILLIAN: Who’s the Scoundrel? Edmund or Grayson?

STEPH: – wink – I’ll let you decide.

Here’s a link to the Book Teaser:

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BLURB: It’s 2011 and compressed natural gas has taken over from the coal producing steam machines of the Victorian Age. Alice Windsor, Princess of York, follows her mischief-making cousin, Prince Edmund of Wales back to the past and 1851 where Prince Albert is hosting Britain’s Great Exhibition.


Alice soon discovers Edmund has struck up a friendship with their great-grandfather, Prince Albert, and his mischief making entails leaving a dinosaur-sized footprint in history. She also meets Grayson Kentfield, Earl Swinton, and the Prime Minister, Sir John Russell. The Prime Minster finds her odd, to say the least.

It’s only when Alice falls for the handsome Earl Swinton does she realize the dangers of time travel. How can she give her heart to a man from the past while striving to stop Edmund from changing time with his forward thinking ideas?


Tired and thirsty, she finally made it to the courtyard. Edmund was nowhere to be found. She should have expected it, really. No doubt he was in the palace filling their great-grandfather’s head with forward-thinking ideas. She crossed her arms, staring at the steps. Several carriages waited nearby. No one in their right mind would let her into the palace looking like she did — like she had just stepped out of the gutter.

“Excuse me, who are you?”

Alice spun around to find herself face-to-face with two gentlemen who stood near one of the waiting carriages. One gentleman was older, Alice guessed in his fifties, one younger. The older gentleman stared at her like she truly was a guttersnipe, but the younger one — he was tall, with chiseled cheeks and sensitive hazel eyes. His broad chest filled his suit well and he measured her with a cool, appraising look that hinted at… appreciation. An uncomfortable feeling washed over her. Never had a man’s stare made her feel so… warm.

“Well?” asked the older gentleman.

Alice straightened her posture with her usual royal dignity and took off her glasses as she always did when she introduced herself. “I am Her Royal Highness, Princess Alice of York.”

The men looked at each other, at her, then back at themselves. She wasn’t sure if they were befuddled, confused, or wanted to laugh. Finally, the older gentleman spoke. “Princess Alice is seven years old.”

Alice bit the inside of her lip, realizing she had totally forgotten where she was due to the younger gentleman’s attention. She slid her glasses back on. “Simply call me Alice — Alice Windsor.”

“And you may call me Prime Minister.”

Victorian Scoundrel is available as an Ebook For Sony Ereader, Kindle, Nook, Kobo and various formats for download.

Review from Tia Taylor: Victorian Scoundrel is a clever Steam Punk novel full of Time travel, interesting gadgets, witty dialogue and love scenes that will have the reader reaching for a fan!

Stephanie Burkhart has a fresh, quick, quirky, inventive imagination and she gives the readers of Victorian Scoundrel a delightful mixture of all of the above!

Romance Under the Moonlight

Victorian Scoundrel
Book 1, The Windsor Diaries
Steampunk Romance at it’s finest

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Badurday-December 11, 2010- The TSO Edition

Al Pitrelli

I just got back from my annual trip to New Orleans for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert.  I love them- I’ve turned several friends of mine on to them and made them fans for life.  This was my eighth time to see them.  The first time I went, I didn’t think they could ever get any better. It was at the Saenger Theatre in New Orleans and the crowd was less than 1,000.  Now, they are in the Arena next to the SuperDome  and there were over 8,000 people there.  And they DO get better every year. How they keep topping themselves, I have no idea. All I can say is wow!

One of the things they do that I love is that they give $1.00 per ticket back to each community where they play.  After Katrina, they didn’t come to New Orleans for two years and one of those years, I saw them in Birmingham and one year in New York City. They also gave funds to those communities.  Local charities. That’s awesome.  I do have to say that when I saw them at Madison Square Garden, it was the East touring group and not the West touring group.  I love the guys of the West the best.  Here are three of the “Boys in the Band.”

I would love to interview these guys for some information to use in a novel. I think a guitarist as a hero would be awesome. I have a son that is a musician but as he’s only 16, he has no experience with the touring aspect. LOL!  AND Andrew Ross with his dimples could be a cover model, in my opinion. 

Angus Clark

Andrew Ross

Badurday- December 4, 2010- Guest Blogger: Jeff Salter

SFCATTY/Jillian: I “met” Jeff Salter on the Pro-Org loop of the Romance Writer’s of America. We hit it off and have been teasing and harassing each other since then. He’s a very, very funny dude and God help us if we ever got him and our own Runere in a room together. We would have to all find a box of Depends to to share. It would be a laugh fest extraordinaire! Jeff takes my good natured ribbing on this blog when I post my Bad Boys and so I offered him a chance to post some girls and being the gentleman he is, he chose to tell us a crazy, wild story about Point of View instead.  He was a librarian for many years but I have to tell  you, I can’t see him walking around shushing people. By the way, Jeff,  oh master librarian, is shushing even a word?

Without further ado, here’s Jeff:

JEFF SALTER: Writers hear a lot about POV — often in critiques from contest judges.  < whine > So each of us can probably use a short refresher in the ways POV can affect a story.  We’ll use this true story about King Sipper the Cat, shortly after he joined our household exactly eight years ago.]

Alley Cat Flashback

            My wife brought home that raggedy alley cat again this weekend.  It keeps drinking from my water glass, tried last night to eat my vitamins, climbs on top of the keyboard and monitor, clinks dishes in the middle of the night, opens and slams the cabinet doors, and now BITES our hands, wrists, and ankles!

            Well, last evening King Sipper reached new depths of gato gross-out:  immediately after departing the litter box (and with that aroma freshly pungent throughout the house), Sipper raced over to the couch and landed in my lap.

            The penetrating stench of cat feces was exponentially greater than the stink in the room in general, so I figured Sip had tracked some in on his paws.  I couldn’t see the bottoms of his feet, but he was twirling or twisting or otherwise gyrating, so I got a thorough view of his rear end.  Draped from his butt-hole – and from his upper hindquarters – was what resembled bubble gum or silly string … in LOOPS no less!

            At first I figured the smell and the ‘loops’ could not possibly be related (you now, maybe he ran through some really sturdy cobwebs or something).  WRONG!  The loops WERE the smell!  That cat had ‘SHIT STRINGS’ of poop … which had somehow clung to his butt-fur!  He started shaking his hind legs, trying to fling off the loops of poop!  And he kept turning around, the better to rub some of it onto the couch … or onto ME!

            About this time, I start screeching to Denise, “Come get this cat!  He’s got loops of poop all over his ASS!”  Well, she saunters over, acting like I’m exaggerating.  Finally arriving at the couch, after I’ve tried holding a cat with poop loops at arm’s length for several minutes, Denise realizes my assessment is accurate.

            She grabs the cat in one hand and goes to retrieve a ROLL of toilet paper.  Does she tend to the cat in the bathroom?  No … she returns to the couch.  She takes a few ineffectual swipes at Sipper’s butt with several tissue squares, but all that really does is tangle poop loops in her FINGERS!

            Finally Denise flees to the bathroom, with the cat in one hand and her other hand stretched out as far away as possible.  So now she’s calling on ME for help!  Do I saunter?  Do I delay?  Well, I want to … but I don’t.  I grab the front end of the pooper cat and Denise starts running water in the lavatory.

            So I’m holding Sipper and Denise keeps testing the temperature of the water.  I’m saying, “Denise, he’s not going to care whether it’s cold or warm … he’s gonna HATE the water — PERIOD!  Just get it over with!”  She ignores me, of course, and gets the temperature just right.  Then she tells me to hold the cat tighter.  Tighter?

            Remember that old Internet story about giving pills to cats?  Well bathing feline butts is just about as problematic.  Ole Sip squirms and twists and tries to claw out my eyeballs – only slight exaggeration – while Denise soaks and swabs his butt.  Well, take it from me:  cats do NOT like being second-guessed about their rear-end hygiene!  The old Sip-meister was majorly twitterpated!

            Finally, Denise gets the remnants of the poop loops off Sipper’s butt, then sets about to RINSE him.  Well, rinsing a cat is not a bit easier than washing one.  Sipper evidently had figured the process was complete and was definitely ready to depart.

            Well, to make a long story a bit shorter:  Sip got his butt washed, rinsed, and blow-DRIED … all while I frantically clutched the biting and scratching end of the gato machine.

            If I went to the E.R. with all these scratches and bites on my hands and wrists, they’d probably have that woman arrested for spouse abuse.  [And they’d never believe we tried to wash, rinse, and dry a cat’s butt in the lavatory — because of poop loops!]  So, she’d need a really good lawyer.  Know any attorneys specializing in cat injuries?  Jillian?  Bueller?

            Gotta go change my band-aids.

            Okay.  Obviously that was from my POV. 

            But how would this same tale be told from my wife’s perspective?  What would be different?  pacing?  content?  [After all she missed the beginning].  Wonder what she was thinking when she decided to address the problem in the living room with a ROLL of toilet paper?  And remember, she experienced the BACK end of the cat during the washing / rinsing / drying sequence.

            Exercise # 2:  Now how would the same story sound from Sipper’s POV?  How much would the cat understand?  What would he be thinking?  Who would he scratch / bite the hardest:  the one holding him … or the one washing his keester?

            Point of view.  Judges love to pounce on it.  How thoroughly do you write it?

SFCATTY/Jillian:  Here’s a selection of photos to illustrate Jeff’s tale or would that be tail??

SFCATTY/Jillian: And just because I can, I’m also showing you three he sent me as a joke. There is one more but I’ll keep it to myself unless people ask me to post it. I told him our only rule was no full frontal nudity and he respected that! LOL!

Badurday- October 15, 2010

I don’t watch Grey’s Anatomy. Have seen maybe three episodes in my life.  And that was back in the early days of the show. I happened upon this guy totally by accident a few weeks ago and fell for his gorgeous blue eyes. I have no clue if he’s a bad boy or not but I liked him.  And some of these pictures make him bad- if you know what I mean by bad (and one is close to breaking the one rule we have on this blog).  LOL!  Anyway, this is a short post because I’m beat this week. Here is Jesse Williams. Enjoy!

The Dynamite Cynthia Eden- The Deadly Fear Edition of Bad-urday

EDITED TO ADD: Elaine Campbell has won a copy of Deadly Fear.  Elaine, please contact Cynthia directly here:  to arrange to get your copy.  Congrats and we hope you’ll continue to enjoy her books and visit our blog.

SFCatty: Our guest today is my ghost hunting pal, Cynthia Eden, paranormal writer extraordinaire and now a romantic suspense writer as well.  Her first romantic suspense in a series was released recently: Deadly Fear.  She  is awesome and we have actually gotten a slew of our chapter members to agree to accompany us on our next ghost hunt in September- I’m sure we’ll both be blogging about that experience in the future.  Join her now as she discusses the work and the fun of being a full time writer.

Welcome Cynthia.


The Writing Life 

Happy Anniversary, Sizzlers!  Oh, how times flies when you are having fun.

And, as fate would have it…”fun” is exactly what I want to talk about today.

Writing is a job.  Let me just go ahead and get that out there. For me, writing isn’t a hobby, it isn’t just a passion—it’s a job.  I earn money for my writing, and I work every day to make sure that I’m meeting deadlines, and I’m doing my best to promote my books.


I also write because it’s fun for me. I’ve always wanted to write (okay, well, for as long as I can remember, anyway!), and when I sit at my computer and type up a story, I truly get lost in the characters and the world that I create. Sometimes, I look up and feel dazed and a bit confused as I try to adjust back to the real world.  And there are days when I talk about my characters (a lot!) to the extent that it seems my heroes and heroines are real people. (What do you mean, they’re not?!)

I think writing is so much fun for me because I truly love the stories that I write. I’m a long-time fan of paranormal romances. I read them for years before I sold my first paranormal book. I know the paranormal market, I love the monsters out there, and writing about them is a pleasure for me.

Recently, I decided to branch into romantic suspense. Why? Because I like it. As I was writing my paranormals, I noticed that suspense elements kept slipping into my stories. I discovered that I enjoyed my serial killers just as much as my vampires. So I wrote about them, too.

The point of my long ramble? Writing is work…but it should be *fun* too—and this means that authors out there shouldn’t write what they think will sell for them. They should write the stories that appeal to them the most. After all, it will be these stories that you’ll have to write, day in and day out…and do you really want to be writing historicals when you hate doing research on historical accuracy? Or do you want to be writing about vampires when the thought of anything supernatural gives you hives? 


Write what you love. Follow your heart with your stories and don’t write just what you think will be an easy sell (because, believe me, there is no easy sell in this business).  When you enjoy what you write, it shows.

So write and have fun.

(And if you have any writing advice you’d like to share, please, post away!) And I’ll draw for a free copy of DEADLY FEAR from the comments.

Cynthia Eden

I’LL BE SLAYING YOU—Available now from Kensington Brava

DEADLY FEAR—Available now from Grand Central Publishing (Forever)

SFCATTY: Thanks for being here, Cynthia and for the words of wisdom.  I’m not sure if the readers here recall, but we Sizzlers gave you our Mentor of the Year Award this year – we all appreciate the guidance you have so willingly given to us on our journeys to publication.  You truly are dynamite in our estimation!

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