Pimping Books…
Read My Fair Captain by J.L. Langley over the weekend. I enjoyed it. An interesting twist on both regency books and futuristics. I really enjoyed and I hope there will be more books with not only these two main characters, but with the other brothers from Aiden’s family.Also, Anne Cain and Barbara Sheridan have a new book out at Liquid Silver. Silk and Poison looks like an intriguing story set in a time period we don’t read a lot about. It definitely sounds dark though, so if you’re not into really dark stories, this might not be the one for you. But stop by and read the blurb. You just might be tempted. 🙂 I have it on my ‘pile’ to read this weekend.
Have a great Friday everyone. I’m going to try and keep cool. 🙂
Wednesday WiPs
So how has everyone’s summer gone so far? Mine’s been good. I’ve enjoyed it, though I’m not enjoying this heat at all. Ugh! Definitely makes me long for that Ice Palace Lisa had on her blog yesterday. (She also has the next excerpt to her free blog story up today. Check it out.)
Now for my WiPs. I have to say I did pretty good on The Gypsy Devil. All right on The Vanguard and not so good on Home of his Own. But that’ll change. 😉
Home of his Own: 27,431/50,000 (so no progress on this story)
The Vanguard: 45,616/55,000 (2,287 words written)
The Gypsy Devil: 20,693/50,000 (7,216 words written)
That gives me 9,503 words in a week. And again, I’ve written some other stuff like the Flash Fiction and the little scene for Monday’s Poetry train. Since I keep track of how many words I write, I also have a count of how much I’ve written in July. 39,694 words which is the biggest count this year.
But the good news is I’m only 10k away from my goal for Vanguard. Hopefully that won’t take too long to finish up. As soon as I finish one of the main three I’m working on, I’ll be starting Dreaming of Dragons, the second of my Dragon books. This one will feature Mordred and St. George. 🙂
Have a great Wednesday everyone.
Poetry Train…
Here’s a little scene I wrote up. It goes along with the story I wrote yesterday for the Flash Fiction Sunday at SEx. It’s dark and a little scary…lol. Very different from what I’ve written before. Enjoy.
“I won’t beg.” The large auburn haired man glares at me.
I chuckle, circling the kneeling man. I love seeing this strong man bound in front of me. His muscled arms are tied behind him with a thin gold chain, hooked to a wide black leather collar around his neck. I reach out, running my finger down from the point where my captive’s pulse pounds at the base of his throat to the middle of his chest.
“Hmm…no begging, huh?” I grin at him.
“Your kind lives for causing pain, Archelaus.” His teeth grind together as he shivers.
“My kind? My dear man, you have never run into my kind before.” I trace a line from one nipple to the other, encouraging those little pieces of flesh to harden.
A huge shudder wracks the man’s body. I pinch and twist, watching him with a half-lidded stare. His pale skin flushes and I glance down to see my plaything’s cock stiffen. He shifts, trying to move away from me, but he couldn’t.
Hope you enjoy it. Stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else has joined in the poetry train.
Have a great Monday.
Pimping Friday….
I read a bunch of books yesterday. I know, bad me…lol. I should have been writing, but I wanted to catch up on some of the books that have come out.
Faith is the fourth in Jet Mykles’ Heaven Sent series. I enjoyed it and I like the cover as well. 🙂
Ummm…oh finally got to read Ally Blue’s Fireflies. Wonderful as always.
Read a couple others, but I’ll talk about those at another time. 🙂
Not much going on today, so I’m hoping to sneak in a little writing.
Hope everyone has a wonderful Friday.
Wednesday’s WiPs
Yes, Wednesday are reserved for letting everyone know how I’m doing on my word count for the stories I’m working on, but I thought I’d start by letting everyone know that Lisa Andel has a new book out today at Ellora’s Cave. Flame Angel is hot…hot…hot. (Like all of Lisa’s books…lol) *It’s not up for buying yet on EC’s site, so just check back a little later*
Also, Emily Veinglory has a new novella out at Torquere Press. It’s in The Call, edited by Rob Knight about werewolves. Jourdan Lane and BA Tortuga have stories in there as well. I’ll be picking that one up. Looks good. (I’ve given you the link to the pdf file, but it’s also available in other formats and print as well)
Okay, for what you’ve all come to find out. (Or maybe not, but I like to think you really do care to know how much I’ve slaved away on my stories. *wink*)
Without further ado, here we go:
Home of his Own: 27,431/50,000 (for a total of 2,839 words written since last Wednesday)
The Vanguard: 43,329/55,000 (for a total of 2,867 words since last Wednesday)
The Gypsy Devil: 13,477/50,000 (for a total of 164 words since last Wednesday)
That gives me 5,870 words in a week. Not great at all, but still that doesn’t take into account what I’ve written on a new vampyre story and a western I started. Those are written in a journal I keep and won’t be typed in until I’m ready to start working on them. The three listed here are the ones I’m focusing most of my attention on. As you can see, I’m closest to finishing The Vanguard. 🙂
Still haven’t heard anything about Out of Bounds or Understanding Forgiveness. Those are two stories floating around out in limbo. I’ll admit it drives me crazy having books done and out there that there’s nothing concrete I can tell you about. 🙁 But I’m sure it won’t be long and you’ll be the first to know.
Have a great Wednesday.
Poetry Train….
Marsden looked up from where he sat, eating breakfast to meet Beng’s statement with a frown. “Are you sure it’s God?”
“Who else would thrust that beautiful boy into my path with such malicious glee?” Beng filled a plate with eggs and sausage. He sat at the table with his friend.
Pouring a cup of coffee and pushing it over to Beng, Marsden laughed. “That boy is only four years younger than you. And considering everything he’s been through the past month, I hardly think it’s correct to call him that.”
He glared at Marsden. “I’m trying to keep things from spinning out of control, friend. If I think of him as a boy, then I’m less likely to do something we will all regret.”
“Master David is a rather fine looking young man.” Marsden stopped when Beng held up his hand.
“Who has just been rescued from a horrifying situation. Don’t push me, Marsden. London and society doesn’t look fondly on my kind. They might turn a blind eye on rich titled men playing games as long as it isn’t out in the light of day, but they wouldn’t ignore me.” He shoved his plate away and picked up his cup. Standing, he moved towards the hallway and his study.
“You’re rich and titled. Why would you be any different than the rest of the sodomites who live in this town?” Marsden gathered the plates on a tray.
“I’m different because I’m a half-breed gypsy boy. They don’t forgive or forget differences like that.” He continued down the hall, missing the sigh his friend gave.
In the study, he stood in front of the fireplace and stared up at the painting above the mantle. “Why did I think coming back here was a good idea? I didn’t know homesickness could cause a total loss of sanity.”
The man in the painting remained silent. He went and sat down, dropping his head to rest on the desk. Closing his eyes, the image of David sprawled in his bed popped up in his mind. Dark curls the color of coffee graced his pillow. The younger man’s pale skin looked as smooth as silk.
Beng shot straight up in his chair and whirled around. He was becoming a bloody poet. Soon he’d be wearing shirts with ruffles and running around composing sonnets to David’s eyelashes. The day he did that, he’d shoot himself.
Movement outside distracted him and he moved closer to the window. The gardener was back. The worker was a few years older than Beng, but his tanned face and body held a masculine strength Beng always admired. His gaze focused on the man’s ass.
He imagined stalking out into the yard and bending the man over. Those coarse pants tore under his hands. He spread firm cheeks and drove his prick deep into the man’s ass. Its snug grip gloved him. He rubbed his shaft through his trousers. A moment later, the stillness of the gardener brought Beng out of his daydream.
The man was looking back over his shoulder at him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. Relief ripped through Beng when he realized the sill of the window blocked the man from seeing Beng fondle his groin. A quirk of the eyebrow told Beng the man wouldn’t be opposed to taking a break and having a quick roll in the flowerbeds. With a sharp shake of his head, Beng broke eye contact and turned away.
Scrubbing his shaking hand over his face, he groaned. He knew better than to let anyone find out his secret. He’d learned the hard way how to keep his impulses under control at all times. Four years of waking up in opium dens or back alleys and having no idea what he’d done to get there created a huge scar on his soul. He’d eaten garbage. Robbed people who couldn’t afford the loss. He’d watched friends die without shedding a tear, but with a great deal of laughter. Men had done things to him and he allowed their touch because they paid him in opium.
Busy Friday…
Wednesday’s WiPs
So this pic has nothing to do with my post today…lol. I just love it. 🙂 And thought I’d share it with everyone. I believe it can be found at this site, BeautifulMag.com
First thing, Ally Blue has a new book out, Fireflies, from Samhain. I’m pimping it today, even though I haven’t read it yet. Mostly because it’s Ally Blue and I haven’t read one of hers I haven’t liked. And because Anne Cain created the awesome cover for it. 🙂
I’ve decided that Wednesdays are going to be my update days. When I give you actual word counts, so you can see how much I’m getting done on different stories. Some weeks there won’t be any change. Other weeks there will be big changes. But this is also to keep me focused on the stories as well.
So, here’s the three I’m working on at the moment. (You’ll also notice that the stories themselves will change as I get stuck on one I might start working on a new one.)
Home of his Own (Tony’s story): 24,592/50,000
The Vanguard: 40,462/55,000
The Gypsy Devil: 13,313/50,000
I set myself a goal of 50k for each of my stories. It doesn’t matter to me if I go over that mark, but I don’t want to be too far under it. 🙂
Hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday.
Poetry Train…
Today’s Poetry Train is another excerpt from The Gypsy Devil. (The regency I posted the first scene from last Monday.) 🙂 I had a migraine yesterday, so I didn’t get a chance to write something new for everyone. I hope you enjoy this one.The Gypsy Devil (c) 2007 TA Chase
Excerpt:
The fire crackled. Flames danced in an orange and red swirl. Beng sprawled in the chair in front of the fireplace. A glass dangled from his fingers. Whiskey lurked around the edge, threatening to spill.
Without taking his gaze from the flames, he held out his drink. “You might as well drink it. No need to waste good whiskey. I’m not sure why Marsden insists on pouring me a glass when he knows I won’t drink it.”
A hand emerged from the shadows, taking it. “Maybe he hopes to have it after you go to bed. How did you know I’d come in?” Shade sat down in the chair next to him.
Beng laughed. “Marsden can have some whenever he wants. He doesn’t need to sneak them. When you opened the door, the fire leaned your way for a second.”
Shade nodded. “Most people wouldn’t have noticed.”
“True, but we both know I’m not like most people.” Beng looked at his friend.
Shade’s dark hair was cut short. His olive skin glowed gold in the fire light. Except for eye color, they could pass for brothers. Shade’s eyes were a jade green, shining with all the mysteries of that same stone. Beng’s own eyes were such a light blue, he’d been told they looked white at times.
Dark circles graced Shade’s thin face. He was skinnier than the last time Beng had seen him.
“You work too hard, my friend,” he muttered.
Exhaustion blurred the spy’s green eyes. “Working until my body collapses is the only way to find peace sometimes.”
Understanding what Shade meant kept him quiet. Some ghost was riding the man hard. Beng could feel the weight of those memories in the room.
“I heard
“Yes. He left to escape rumors.” Shade drank the liquor in one quick swallow.
“And to spy on Napoleon, no doubt.”
Shade’s head shot up and Beng met the cold stare with one of his own.
“Why would you think that?”
“Most of the Ton are idiots, my friend, but don’t make the mistake of thinking I am as well.” Beng shifted, turning his gaze back to the fire. “I know there’s more to the duke than being a simple widower. Who is the young man traveling with him?”
“A young man he has befriended and is escorting to
He didn’t heed it. “You’re doing it again. The duke has the same tendencies I do. Only he has less control over them.” He frowned. “Or maybe it is simply the duke has more courage to face the truth than I.”
Shade sighed. “You’re right. The young man is
“It’s been known to happen.” Beng’s gaze made its way to the portrait above the mantle. A stern older man glared from the painting like he was challenging the world. “I’ve seen love in the strangest places.”
They were silent for a few minutes, remembering. Shade grunted.
“What do you want?”
Beng shut his eyes. “I need you to keep an ear open for me. It won’t interfere in your other business. Just while you travel about, listen for any gossip concerning a young lord who has gone missing.”
“Missing?” A glance was shot his way. “We know what that usually means.”
“Yes, we do, but I’d like to try and find him or at least find out what happened to him.” He pointed to his desk behind him. “His brother had some other men searching for David. No luck, but maybe a clue or two.”
“I’m willing to help you out.” Shade stood, dropped a hand on Beng’s shoulder before moving to gather the reports. “I’ll send you news if I find any information.”
“Thanks, my friend.” He didn’t stand or turn when the door opened and Shade left.
Making his way up to his bedroom, Beng thought about his friend. There was a man haunted by experiences in the past. He said a silent pray and hoped Shade found peace.
__________________________________________________________________So I hope you enjoyed getting a glimpse of Shade-if you’ve read Angel’s Evolution, you’ll know who he is. He does play a bigger role in this story, but he still hasn’t found the man to make him forget Jonathan.
Have a great Monday.
Pimping Books…
So I’m really just pimping one particular book today. I haven’t read anything else by Jodi Payne. I did read Founder yesterday and enjoyed it. If anyone else has read anything by this author, maybe you can let us know what you thought about her stuff. 🙂
I also read Drew Zachary’s second installment in his Jerhico Jones Chaser series at Torquere. I’m enjoying both heroes.
Oh and guess what? Ms. Stephanie Vaughan, whose books I pimped last Friday, was gracious enough to give me a sneak peek of her second Off World book. Let me tell you, you don’t want to miss it. If you enjoyed the first book, definitely pick up the second. Which will be available August 22nd. woo-hoo! I’ll remind you all when we get closer to that date.
Hmm…what else? I’ve been hard at work on several books. I should really focus on just one, but I’m getting inspired to work on at least four different books at once. Ugh! lol
Well, have a nice Friday. 🙂
