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We the Chicks are hanging out our GONE FISHING sign.

We may revisit the blog one day but for now, it’s time to say goodbye. Thanks for reading!

There are some things an angel shouldn’t do…

Renatus is a legalist and knows the rules better than most. But knowing the Law doesn’t stop him from imagining the press of a hard, male body against his, or remembering one forbidden kiss that left him hungry for more. He leaves Heaven to mingle with mankind, hoping that satisfying curiosity will quell desire. He finds Adam, a college professor who has given up on love.

Adam once dreamed of finding the perfect man and settling down. His dreams and trust were shattered when he found out the truth about his ex. Meeting Renatus seduces Adam into taking another chance on love. But Ren is keeping secrets, and the only promise he will make is that he will leave.

Now the Most High has commanded Renatus to retrieve the Law of Men and Angels, and a vengeful demon is circling, waiting for her opportunity to strike. Staying is impossible, leaving unbearable, and Ren wants to succumb to temptation, forsaking eternity for a life on Earth with this man.

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Bio:

Voirey Linger writes stories designed to ruffle your feathers. Her second angel book, Forsaking Eternity, releases February 25th from Ellora’s Cave Publishing, and this summer she will be launching a  new series of erotic shorts called The Mansion. She’s also the  founder of  The Summer Reading Trail, a collection of free reads from  authors of all genres. For more information about Voirey’s stories or  the Summer Reading Trail, please visit her Website at www.voireylinger.com

This is exactly what I feel like. January and February are packed so fricking full I am scheduling things like EAT DINNER HERE, SHOWER NOW, CUT TOENAILS ON THIS DAY.

Seriously, I have more on my professional plate than ever before. Add to that the daily workings of a mother of three and yes, warp drive engine in the red light, warning siren blaring. Granted it is all good stuff and for that I am grateful but it will be nose to the grindstone for a while(or is it nose to the keyboard?) 2011 started off with a bang and I’m off and running. Edits, writing, promo, more writing, deadlines, washing dishes a few times, etc.

So TODAY, I will accomplish none of those things. WHY? Well, it started off normally with waking the kids for school. Then Spawnetta, after doing her hair and crap, promptly fell back to sleep. Which meant a mad dash to get her lazy butt to school after she missed the bus. Also Omen gets his casts off today and the wheelchair has to be returned. HALLELUJAH but that is a 3 hour drive one way. Long day, no word production. Dinner will be some restaurant along the way. Spawnetta will make frozen pizza for herself and Damien, which they are thrilled with (Shudder).

So I am revving my engines, prepared to hit warp drive but have to make a few stellar family pit stops along the way. But then, watch out!

Mr. Sulu… engage career plans! Warp factor 5.

Dear God, where did 2010 go? This year sprouted feathers and flew! I cannot believe it is over already.

I’m not ready for 2011. I’m not. I still have a submission in the polish stages I wanted to get out this year. That ain’t gonna happen.  I’m not sure whether my autumn was sucked away by this ball practice and that game or if it was the scorching summer that melted the days away but somebody fast forwarded the calendar and didn’t tell me.

My Christmas decorations are down but the naked tree is still in the corner. There are still a few dessert crumbs lurking around and a few candy wrappers I’m sure stuffed in the couch.

Or am I procrastinating? See, 2011 is a big year for me personally. I am making some changes in my life(like I did in 2010 HELLO MOVING!!) Maybe those changes just seem too daunting right now. Maybe I am afraid I am setting myself up for one hell of a fall…or maybe I will fly, who knows?

Fear is a powerful motivator and a paralyzing hurdle at the same time. But the New Year has always been a time ripe with encouragement. So I’m going to close my eyes and jump, praying I don’t leave too large of a splatter pattern if I fall.

Santa Chick, get it? Okay, bad joke. Anyway…

I love Christmas. I do. But I confess I don’t love it as much as I used to. I still have 2 firm believers in the house so it isn’t that the Christmas magic is gone. It’s that it is a chore to do it sometimes. I am kind of looking forward to the day when we can make our new tradition sleeping in and opening gifts in the afternoon or maybe on Christmas Eve.

But for now, we’ve written the letters to Santa, made cookies and visited the jolly old elf for pictures. We’ve got our Winter Solstice planned out. We’ve decked the hall and watched the movies. My youngests have discovered National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation and Home Alone (the original) so those play almost daily. I am a bit excited to introduce them to A Christmas Story and see what they think, if that magic transcends down through the generations.

I’ve got gifts stashed and need to get wrapping. I’ve got more shopping to do, more baking to do, more of everything to do it seems. At least this year we have better prospects for a white Christmas. I think what I may do is take one day, haul the gifts to the living room, watch *MY* favorite movies while wrapping, get myself more in the holiday spirit.

What are your favorite moments of Christmas? I have a secret favorite song that I have never shared with anyone but… we’re all friends here, right?

This is it.

I am supposed to blog but now I sit here and stare at the computer screen in terror. What do I talk about?  I looked around my office for inspiration and thought, wow, I could write about dust and empty coffee cups but really, who wants to read that?

I wandered to the kitchen and unless you want to hear about my husband’s complete inability to load a dishwasher, I got nothing. Same thing in the living room and the hall. Other than maybe comparing my first attempts at writing to a sucking vacuum cleaner(which my carpet is in desperate need of) nothing came to mind.

I tried to go into the master bathroom but my husband was taking a shower. Ever since that embarrassing ‘Daddy, why is your winkie bigger’ intrusion from my twins, he locks the bathroom door. So I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

I got nothing. I am fast approaching brain death at this point. I am about 5 thousand words from being done with a new story and about 20 thousand into the next. I had a release last week. LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR is right now sitting at number two at MBaM and was #1(darn Vivi Arend anyway for knocking me out- better than knocking my up, I guess). I’ve been promoting that and as an added bonus, both JINXED and MYLA BY MOONLIGHT reappeared on their respective Comedy and Fantasy romance bestseller lists at MBAM. Nice.

My Christmas decorations are up. My anniversary and birthday were also last week. The twins’ birthday is next week. They don’t know it but we’re going to the Rainforest Café for a safari celebration. Life here is moving at a pretty fast clip right now. And we got snow. About 2 inches so far, enough to make me feel Christmassy .

I really don’t have much else to say. So… BYE!

Sleeping With The Wolf

Maddy Barone
ISBN 978-1-59578-777-4 Sterling Silver title
Rising country music star Carla boards a plane in the year 2014. But it crashes in the future, fifty years after Armageddon has destroyed technology and plagues have reduced the female population to a precious few. She finds herself offered as prize in a Bride Fight, where only the strongest and fiercest men are allowed to compete to win a wife. Alpha werewolf Taye knows Carla is his mate. He wins the Bride Fight and takes her to his den, ready to give her everything, even his heart. Will Carla ever be ready to give him anything?

Read An Excerpt Here

Word Count: 42500

BUY IT HERE

Wahhooo!!

I am getting old. That is not why I am cheering though( seriously do you think anyone would celebrate THAT?)

But my birthday is on Thanksgiving this year. So I decided I am thankful for my readers and my writer friends. The two groups should meet. Since I can’t invite everyone over for coffee and cheesecake, I’m doing the next best thing. I’m throwing MYSELF A BIRTHDAY BASH and am giving over 50 books to my friends, from my friends, plus some I will toss in of my own. That’s right, my party but I am giving YOU the gifts! I will include my newest Samhain Publishing release, LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR as well!

Mark your calendars and stop by my site the day before Thanksgiving for chance to win. Prizes all day long!

Okay, a recap of everything I am doing lately, which seems like way too much at time.

1) My damned dryer died. Dead. Doornail. Call the hearse. *sigh* So of course, Damien brought home a stomach bug and shared it. I am washing and hauling wet clothes from home to the laundromat. Fun…like a hernia. Hopefully this will not last long. New dryer here I come!

2) Tuesday is a big day for us as a family and any prayers, vibes, lit candles, sacrificed chicken, etc we will take.

3) SALOME AT SUNRISE is now available as an audio book at AUDIBLE.COM NINE HOURS! Wow, I wrote a 9 hour book! ANd that isn’t even my longest one! Nor my shortest.

4) My shortest book is available on the 23rd of November. LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR

5) It snowed. Not really even a skiff but yeah, falling frozen wet stuff already. I actually like snow so wheeeeeeeee!

6) I just today got cover art for my January release SWEET AS SIN. I can’t wait to share it with you. And seriously, if you never ready anything of mine, GET THIS BOOK! It is something unique and quiet possibly my favorite story ever.

7) I was offered a contract from Carina Press for my fifth story with them, a romantic comedy tentatively titled TEXTUAL INTERCOURSE.

I am THISCLOSE to finishing the DARACH IN DARKNESS, the final in my fantasy trilogy. So back to work for me!

9) I am really tired of the mommy taxi thing for every activity under the sun. Volleyball, soccer, basketball, scouts, etc. I am waiting until mid-December and then calling a 3 month break. NO MORE! READ A BOOK!

10) I have to go to the laundromat now… again. *sigh*

Yeah, I am cheating. No 13 here just a squeal and a dance and a share. MYLA BY MOONLIGHT is a finalist in the Fantasy Romance Category of the 2011 EPIC eBook Awards Competition. So I am sharing a bit of that book with you as my cheating 13.

MYLA BY MOONLIGHT

Her palm slid easily into his and she was struck by how large his hand was. It seemed only a moment ago she had accepted her charge of a squawking infant. Now a grown man, her charge was no soft-skinned babe. He drew her to sit near the cold fireplace in a soft high-backed chair and motioned for Bryton to join them. Taric lowered himself beside her on a low wooden stool. His friend settled into the opposite chair and she realized Taric had given her his normal seat. She started to rise. A firm hand on her arm stilled her and she looked at him.

How had she never noticed the way his hair curled about his ears? The deep lion-gold borrowed a shimmer from the torchlight and shone like sunlight against an autumn grove. Her fingers itched to touch it. Was it as soft as it appeared?

Myla did not realize her thoughts had strayed from the conversation until Bryton’s deep chuckle rang out. “I wish I’d known the jag was you, Myla. I might not have had to spend the night with damp blankets.”

She remembered quite well the night he spoke of although she didn’t know about his wet bedding. At the time, her mind had been filled with keeping razor-sharp wolf-teeth from her master. “I did not mean to frighten you, Bryton. Did Taric not tell you there was no danger? It was only the wolf I sought.”

“And you got him, too. There wasn’t much left after you’d finished.”

Eyes narrowed, she fixed the young man with a predatory stare. The smile slid from his lips and a gulp worked his throat. “I spare no mercy for any man, woman or beast who threatens the prince. Heed that, Sir Bryton, and you shall never need fear my claws.”

A low snort sounded from her right but she didn’t move her gaze from the wide-eyed man seated before her. Slowly he nodded and a little curl lifted the side of his mouth. “Formidable bodyguard you have, Tar—beautiful and fierce, such a lovely but deadly combination.”