Daily Archives: 17 May, 2012

Kindle

So I was…ah…wearing that other hat of mine today and when lunch rolled around, I checked in on twitter and I saw some sad, sad news.

Monica Jackson had passed away.  I’ve only met Monica online, but everything I knew about her, I respected.  She was a nurse, like me…it’s odd how many of us end up writing romance.  She was outspoken, she was passionate and it didn’t matter if you hated what she had to say…she wanted to say it and she’d say it without being ugly.

She might not always had kind words for you… she was a black woman who wrote AA romance and very often, the writers of AA romances don’t get treated very fairly.  But she spoke her piece fairly, she was passionate about it and she wasn’t afraid of the backlash.

I know Monica hadn’t been doing well the past few years…you didn’t see her online as much and the online community has changed.  We’re on twitter almost as, or more than, we are on blogs but I’d still see her around and I always loved seeing her.  I loved chatting with her, I loved arguing with her.  She would tell you what was on her mind and even if she didn’t always agree with you, she respected your right to voice your opinion.  I considered her a friend.

I won’t see her anymore.  We lost a wonderful woman and I pray for her family, for her daughter.

I’m going to miss my friend.

I’ve seen her called everything from a powerful voice to a warrior and that sums it all pretty well.  She was a wonderful woman.  She was definitely a powerful voice.  She was a warrior…

If you’re not resting where you are, lady, I know you’re having fun.

Kindle

So my first full length contemporary romance is done, and mailed off to my editor.  This was just contracted and the release date, blurb, etc… all of that is still a ways off, but here’s an excerpt.

The breath caught in her lungs as their gazes locked.

Things that she wanted that she couldn’t see…Shit.  Right now the problem was that she knew exactly what…no…she knew who she wanted.  But it wasn’t a good idea…

He reached up and tugged on her hair.  “So what’s the other thing you planned on doing, Abby?”

You—

The word almost jumped out of her.  She had to fight to keep it locked inside and not just because it sounded trashier than hell.  She wasn’t exactly planning on doing a man.  She’d planned an affair.  A torrid affair. With a hot guy.

Yet the only guy she could even imagine this with right now was Zach.

“Ah…”

That familiar smile of his, a little devious, a little wicked, curled his lips as he twined one of her curls around his finger.  “What is it, Abby?  You weren’t planning something really bad, were you?  Going to rob a bank?  Get a part-time job as a stripper?”

She snorted and eased back away from him, reminding herself that she needed to breathe.  She needed to think.  That was what she needed to do.  “Sure, Zach.  I’m going to become the Stripper Bank Robber.  I’ll wear a mask and a G-string and pasties.”

“Can I be your get-away driver?  I’d love to see this,” he teased, his voice husky.

And the look in his eyes was…

Whoa.  Her mouth went dry and again, her skin felt all hot and tight.  She couldn’t seem to suck in enough oxygen.  “Well, you’ll just have to picture it your dreams.  Stripping and bank-robbing weren’t on the list.”

“I dunno…”  A wicked light glinted in his eyes and he leaned in closer.  “You look awful guilty, sugar.  Just what else is on the list?”

Get up.  Walk away. You need to think—

That voice,  the voice of reason, the voice of sense, the voice she’d listened to her entire adult life, seemed to shriek at her, blaring a warning loud and long as she stared at him.

Another voice, though, softer, sly and seductive, whispered, You said you’d stop worrying.  You wanted to live…

Again…I have no info on this, and that’s about as much as I’m willing to share right now.  I’ll post more later on.