Badurday- April 6, 2013- Clive Owen and a Sale

Let’s revisit a prior bad boy this week. Clive Owen is one of my favorite actors. He’s drop dead sexy and has a wonderful strong thigh and great forearms (Yes, I’m crazy but those are the areas I like in a man). He was the inspiration for my Interpol hero in my book Hot Pursuit. It’s a wild romp across the globe and is half for the month of April at Allromanceebooks. It’s only $3.25 for a full length (85000 word) novel. You can check out the excerpt here.MV5BMjA4MzAyOTc5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTQ5NzEzMg@@._V1._SY314_CR12,0,214,314_

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Blush sensuality level: This is a sensual romance (may have explicit love scenes, but not erotic in frequency or type).

Racing across the globe to help a client isn’t part of corporate lawyer Evangeline Fleet’s normal legal services, but this is no ordinary client. She’s the beloved daughter of an old family friend. In her efforts to save the girl, Evangeline gets in over her head when sexy Interpol agent Cecil Waugh enters the picture in hot pursuit of her client. He follows the lawyer on an international chase from New York City to Rio de Janeiro, where they forget their differences long enough to fall into bed. Before the sheets can even cool Evangeline makes a daring escape, leaving her lover behind.
Relentless in his quest to find Evangeline’s client, Cecil continues the chase across Europe. But it soon becomes unclear who his main target is—Evangeline’s charge, or the spitfire of a woman herself. Only time will tell how hot this pursuit will become.

Badurday- September 8, 2012- Clive Owen- Well, Sort Of.

I’ve had a busy week. I had a short story released by Sweet Cravings Publishing called Surf Break. It’s set on my hometown beach and it’s a quick, fun little read and even Ernest Hemingway makes an appearance. Hehehe. Arabella once told me that I write like a man and I got all offended until she said the man was Hemingway. Since she writes all flowery like Faulkner, I could see how she might think my more straightforward prose would be like our buddy Ernest. I couldn’t resist adding a flavor of the man to this lil ole story. Buy link

I didn’t bring you here to talk about Hemingway though, so forgive my little tangent. My other new release this week is a much longer story. It’s called Hot Pursuit and it’s from Ellora’s Cave. It spans the globe- from New York, to Rio and then to several places in Europe. It’s quite an international chase. I started this story in late 2009 with the initial premise coming from a conversation with Rita Bay and it’s gone through many incarnations since then and is nothing like Rita envisioned when we had that talk.

I now believe it’s one of the best stories I’ve written. The inspiration for the hero was our previous badurday boy, Clive Owen. He’s absolutely perfect as the hero, an Interpol agent. If you’ve seen the film, The International (which came out after my first draft of this story) or Derailed, this story calls for the same type of action from the hero.

My friend, Darlene Henderson, even wants me to send a copy to Clive’s agent. The hero and heroine are both over thirty so I think he could pull off the role easily but I’m not so stalkerish as to really send to his agent. Thanks to Darlene, though, I do know who he is. LOL!

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Here’s the book trailer and cover. And oh, yeah, a little bit of Clive (who also played Hemingway in a film- see how it all works together?).

Badurday July 28, 2012

I’m in the middle of edits on my soon to be released book from Ellora’s Cave, Hot Pursuit and m taking a quick break to show off the cover on this Badurday. Hope to be back soon with some entertaining posts but the deadline comes first!

Badurday- May 26, 2012- Special Guest Danica Avet- A FUNNY THING

Jillian: Today’s guest is Danica Avet, a long time friend and one of the first people to ever follow this blog. We love her and I wanted her to share her Silken Sands Conference success story with the blog. Welcome Danica. Please be sure to enjoy the badurday boys she brought us as the inspiration for her rock star hero in this story.

A FUNNY THING

DANICA: It started out innocently enough. I was having a smoke outside the hotel in New York City. What most of you non-smokers don’t realize is that there are a lot of writers, editors, and other industry people who have this naughty habit. And when smokers get together, they chat. Which is how I ended up talking to a lady who turned out to be the Editor-in-Chief for Ellora’s Cave. I didn’t pitch to her because at that time I had an agent who was handling all of my business. We chatted, we laughed, we connected. Later that week, I met another editor with Ellora’s Cave, but it was more of a passing “Oh, Danica, this is Grace Bradley” than a meet and greet.

Fast-forward to March of 2012. I’d mentioned on Facebook that I was going to the Silken Sands Conference. The same editor-in-chief I’d chatted with in New York told me to tell Grace Bradley hi for her. It seemed simple enough. I wasn’t pitching at this conference either. By this time though, I no longer had an agent. The book my agent had tried to sell for a year had been contracted out to Evernight Publishing by me. I was happy enough. I had two other stories waiting to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting publishing industry, one that I’d already submitted to two publishers, but I was being patient. For once.

The first day of the conference, I was loitering in the lobby of the hotel waiting for the first big event to start and wondering where I was going to take my mother to dinner when a lovely lady with beautiful red hair sat in the chair next to me. I glanced at her tag because I recognized her face, but couldn’t place her name. Grace Bradley. I told her Kelly had asked me to tell her hi. That was all. She glanced at my tag and said “I remember you from New York”. It’s the hair. It has to be the hair, everyone remembers the hair. But I was still pleased that I’d made some kind of impression on her.

We started talking about one of her authors who is my critique partner. Then we somehow started talking about another one of her authors whose books I adore. We moved on to the beach and summer in the south and next thing I knew, she asked me what I wrote. Ever have that moment when you go “Um, um, um, um”? I had that moment. I wasn’t pitching to her, after all. I was happy with my new Zen-like patient attitude toward the publishing industry. Yet I ended up telling Grace about the book I’d just written called Primal Song. She was attentive and nice and it felt cool, not at all stressful despite my moment of panic. She told me to send her something sometime and all I could say was “but I didn’t mean to pitch”. She didn’t seem to mind. She thought from that short conversation that she might like what I wrote.

That accidental pitch led me to receiving a contract for Primal Song with Ellora’s Cave. Actually, if you piece everything together from RWA Nationals Conference and the Super Secret Smoker’s Guild meetings on the big steel pipe and the small, intimate Silken Sands Conference and a chance run-in with an editor, it seems like fate. Maybe it wasn’t accidental at all. Maybe Primal Song was always meant for Ellora’s Cave but I was too blind to see it. Or maybe it was all coincidence and luck. Who knows? All I do know is that what started out as a mediocre 2012 has blossomed into Awesomefest 2012.

Lesson? Don’t underestimate the power of the little connections you and definitely don’t knock small conferences. They allow for more intimate chats with other authors, editors, and agents. It’s a little more relaxing for everyone involved. As much as I love going to Nationals, it’s a bit like a big game reserve with authors stalking editors and agents who become wary if you glance in their direction. Silken Sands provided me with an opportunity that I would have missed at a bigger conference and I have to give major thanks to Jillian Chantal and Sayde Grace who twisted my arm convinced me to give it a try. Thanks, y’all!

Meet the Silken Sands Editors

A short note before I introduce out Silken Sands editors. I’m blogging today at  The Writers Vineyard on Avoiding the Dreaded Anachronism, my search for accuracy while researching for Amazona, a story about a Pictish Princess who bargains with a Roman nobleman for help in searching for her kidnapped brother. You can check it out at http://thewritersvineyard.com/  .  

The 2012 Silken Sands Conference is set for March 16-18, 2012, at the Hampton Inn (2 Via DeLuna) in beautiful Pensacola Beach. Meet the editors are scheduled to attend the 2012 Silken Sands Conference who are scheduled to participate in pitch sessions: 

AMANDA BERGERON, Associate Editor, Harper Collins/Avon

Amanda Bergeron joined William Morrow/Avon in 2008. She acquires romance of all subgenres for both Avon and digital-first imprint Avon Impulse. Some recent and upcoming titles on her list include A Town Called Valentine by Emma Cane, Second Chance at the Sugar Shack by Candis Terry and Brazen by Margo Maguire. She also acquires historical fiction, commercial women’s fiction and the occasional mystery/suspense project.

SANDY SULLIVAN, Executive Editor, Secret Cravings Publisher

Sandy Sullivan, an established author in her own right, founded Secret  Cravings Publishing in January 2011. She started SCP to give authors a place where they had more say and more control over their manuscripts.

GRACE BRADLEY, Editor Ellora’s Cave

Grace Bradley began working with Ellora’s Cave in 2009. She currently  acquires across all sub-genres of romance, with heat levels from sweet to erotic, as well as erotica.  She lives in Atlanta with her husband, two children, two dogs and one very spoiled cat. 

HOLY BLANCK, Editor, St. Martin’s Press

Holly Blanck is an editor at St. Martin’s Press who is acquiring both adult commercial fiction and young adult novels for all parts of the list and for all formats. Holly graduated from Ramapo College of New Jersey and began her publishing career at BookEnds Literary Agency. She is actively looking for all areas of romance, strong commercial women’s fiction, urban fantasy and humor.

ANGELA JAMES, Executive Editor, Carina Press

Angela James, executive editor of Carina Press, Harlequin’s digital-first imprint, is a veteran of the digital publishing industry and a long-time advocate for digital publishing. She has enjoyed nearly a decade of experience in her field, including successfully launching, building and serving as executive editor for two digital-first presses, most recently Carina Press. She remains active in the writing and digital publishing community via social media, as well as national and international publishing and writing conferences.

Counting the Days to Conference.

Next week, a Gorgeous Torc with a Twist. RitaBay

The Hot, and I Mean Hot, Writer, Paige Tyler

 
 

SFCatty: Today’s guest is Paige Tyler- a friend of the Southern Sizzlers as well as a chapter member.  Her tag line is “Stories so hot, they’ll make your cheeks blush.”  And that is true, very true.  Enjoy her post, her excerpt and especially the cover of Dead Sexy–  I defy you to not enjoy that cover.  It is one smoking hot cover- would I lie to you? 

Welcome, Paige.

PAIGE: Thanks so much for asking me to guest blog at Southern Sizzle, Jillian! I’m so flattered!

Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I’d give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my upcoming paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave called DEAD SEXY.

Before I say anything else though, isn’t that cover too hot for words?! When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is “Dead Sexy,” after all!

Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it. First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself. Well, about my hubby and me, actually. We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between. You just can’t go wrong with a movie full of walking dead people, can you? Well, if you’ve ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven’t), then you know the creatures aren’t the heroes of the film. I mean, how can they be, right? They’re all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary. Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero. I was like, you’re kidding, right? What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy? No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.

Turns out, my hubby wasn’t kidding. In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.

“The hero didn’t have to be a zombie all the time,” he told me. “Think outside the box – take a little literary license!”

Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.

My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.

“I’m listening,” I said.

“And when he does go zombie, he doesn’t have to be like the kind in the movies,” my hubby added. Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn’t have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross.”

So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!

“Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan – (yes, my hubby knows I’ve got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) – well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea.”

I thought about that for a minute. “So, the hero’s dead, but he’s still sexy, is that what you’re saying?”

“Exactly,” he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.

By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea. Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie.

But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel. And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself! I still had to find a publisher for it, though.

About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora’s Cave and I thought what the heck? Why not pitch it to editor there and see what she thinks? So I did, and she told me to send it to her. She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing. Well, long story, short, she liked it. A lot! My zombie romance with it’s dead-sexy hero had a home! I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, “I-told-you-so” look on his face.

I’ve been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY and I’m thrilled with the interest from readers who can’t wait to get their hands on it! I can’t wait for them to read it, too! It’s in final edits with my editor, so it should be hitting the digital streets really soon.

Now that I’ve revealed the story behind the story, I thought I’d share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!

Blurb:

Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City – in bed and out.

But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
Being with Simone reminds him of everything he was forced to give up and Drake finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She doesn’t believe Drake has paid for his sins and is determined to make sure he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing the woman he loves.

Excerpt:

As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he’d say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.
“I had a great time tonight.”

“Me, too.”

She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.

Surely, one kiss couldn’t hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn’t kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.

Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone’s face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.

She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.

Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.

He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn’t stop himself and apparently, Simone didn’t want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.

Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.

Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.
Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. “I should go.”

Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. “Or you could stay.”

God, how he wanted to. But as much as he’d love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn’t take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.

“You don’t know how much I want to,” he groaned. “But I can’t.”

Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. “Why not?”

“Because I…” He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. “I have a column due in the morning and I haven’t even started on it yet.” She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn’t due until next week. “Rain check?”
She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. “Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?”

It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn’t say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. “Sounds great.”

“Good. Be here at seven.”

“Seven it is.”

She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be late.”
His mouth twitched. “I won’t.” He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. “If I don’t go now, I’ll be here all night.”

Simone laughed. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn’t find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow.”

She sighed. “Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I’ll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead.”

He chuckled. “Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I’m going to be doing when I get home.” He closed his mouth over hers once more. “See you tomorrow night, beautiful.”
Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he’d left her, a sexy curve to her lips.

It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn’t give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can’t wait to read more because DEAD SEXY is coming soon from Ellora’s Cave! If you want to be the first to get a copy, check my website and blog for the release date. You can also join my email newsletter at

And if you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY when it comes out, let me know how you like it!

*hugs*
Paige

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SFCatty: Whew (wiping brow) that was great- can’t wait to read the rest. Thanks again for being here, Paige.

 

 
 

 

  

Balancing Children and Writing and the Magic Woman Inside

The Essence of Emjai

 

     Today, the Sizzlers welcome author Emjai Colbert.  Emjai, who writes for Ellora’s Cave, is in Part II of her writing career.  Her first book, If tomorrow Never Comes, was published by Cerridwen Press in 2005.  She recently rejoined the Sizzlers’ own Gulf Coast RWA Chapter and returned to writing.  Sunny with a Chance (Ellora’s Cave, 2010) was released in May.   Emjai will share with us how to balance writing and children with designer duct tape???  Thanks for visiting, Emjai.  RitaVF  

     On the one hand, I am a mommy. First and foremost, above everything else, I am a mommy. On the other hand, I am a writer, or rather, I am a vessel for all sorts of craziness that swirls and whirls around in my head that eventually makes it down to my fingers and onto a computer screen. On the third hand, I am this magic woman who controls a vast empire complete with flying monkeys…what you don’t have a third hand? If you are a woman, especially a woman with children, you have a third hand whether you know it or not, and eyes in the back of your head, and let’s not forget your own mother’s voice, yes I know, I know you will never turn in to your mother.
     What are you talking about, Emjai? You don’t know me.
      Of, course I know you—and every other woman who has given birth to at least one child. I have four. I know therefore what I speak of…children that is, the flying monkeys are too numerous to count. There are those days when all you can do is run herd on your child(ren) and fall exhausted into bed at night, probably still fully dressed with spaghetti noodles in your hair. There are those days when your darling angels make you think of mayhem and madness best left unspoken. My favorite saying to date has to be Silence is Golden but Duct Tape is Silver. It helps me cope with those days that I channel my mother. BTW, duct tape now comes in many decorator colors such as pink and turquoise, I’m just sayin’.
Wait wasn’t this supposed to be about balancing writing with children and other fantastical shenanigans? Well, yeah, of course it is, I think, okay, how do you balance children and writing you might ask? Eff if I know. What I do know is what works for me. And there are flying monkeys involved I assure you.
     First off, let’s talk ages here. I have three teens and a pre-schooler. Therefore, one would think I have all of the built in help I need, wouldn’t one. Well no, my teens are my worst offenders. Only one has a driver’s license but instead of doing my bidding like that license is supposed to be for, she prefers to do selfish things like go to class or club meetings. The two middle kids are band kids, one in pit the other on flute so their practices never match up. I am constantly on the run to school to drop off or pick up a kid or two sometimes three or four.
     Then there are the various other chores associated with running a vast empire. Groceries don’t just buy themselves, and my six-foot two sixteen-year-old son can certainly pack away the food, not to mention the trips to the library, the park, the mall, and the various historical destinations in town in the hopes of alleviating boredom and broadening little minds. If I am ever home much less alone, it’s because I release those flying monkeys I keep on retainer and my husband takes pity (or was freaked completely out) on me and whisks our minions away for their own safety.
     So when do I write? When the electronic baby sitters (television, computer, and video games) are all synced up and there is peace in the land… barring that I lock myself in my bedroom put Pink’s Funhouse CD in my little player, hook the head phones on and crank up the volume. I don’t even care if the house burns down around me, let it, just so long as I get a couple of thousand words pecked out and the insurance is paid up, then all is right with the world.
     No really Emjai, stop kidding, you promised us a sure-fire way to balance our hectic life, our children and our muse now pay up.
     Well there is one sure-fire way that I know of.
     Yeah, we’re all ears, what, what, what?
     Easy, you just hire a full-time housekeeper/nanny/super woman.
     Or revisit that duct tape idea.  

Thanks so much, Emjai.  Check out Emjai’s stories and more at emjaicolbert.blogspot.com/.     Tomorrow, Slush Pile Hell.  RitaVF

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