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Friend and fellow Diva Jeannie Linn just sold Butterfly Swords to Harlequin Mills & Boon. And I mean JUST. Like an hour ago. Go Jeannie-chi!! I loved this story. Ancient china did bupkis for me but I owed her a BETA read and I like her so I did it and I could not move from the couch. We ordered pizza that night. The book is that different and that engaging.

There is a huge on-line conference with workshops and prizes happening for those writers NOT in DC at RWA right now. Come check it out.

Just Erotic Romance Review (JERR) gave JINXED 4.5 Stars!! I was surprised they even reviewed this one because it ISN’T an erotic. So Yeah, I full claim my vanilla sex. Vanilla can be spicy without being erotic ROFLMAO

Tomorrow I am guest blogging at Romantic Ink and giving a copy of JINXED away, so come say hi.

So what is up with you?

Hey All! I’m squeezing in here today to share a little buff yumminess in the way of my new erotic-paranormal story Hotter Than Hell available now from TWRP-Scarlet Rose. Here’s some blurbage for your reading pleasure.

Fallen angels never have it easy. So it is with Damon Serif, who’s just landed the most difficult assignment possible—protecting his sexy neighbor, Ivy Hawthorne, from a hoard of water demons bent on making her their queen. Though keeping the smoking-hot costume designer out of evil’s clutches is something he’s trained centuries for, Damon knows the real challenge is having her close without tasting her charms and indulging in her rather unique perspectives.

Ivy’s luck is finally changing. After years of designing costumes for off-Broadway plays, she’s finally got a shot at the brass ring. But now, her sizzling neighbor is following her around the city, insisting she’s the target of a demonic conspiracy. What’s more, his mere touch causes her body to climax with an intensity of which she’d only dreamed.

When Damon and Ivy connect, even the demons feel the heat, because together they are…Hotter Than Hell.

******* how about a little sample?*******

Excerpt:

Damon gave her a lazy smile then sat down beside her. “I got the message.”

What message was that? How badly she wanted to undress him and then slather him in cream cheese and eat him like her morning bagel?

“Yes. Well, sorry. I’m not normally so rude.” Or so orgasmic. Should she apologize for that, too? No, better to write that off as an anomaly.

Damon flashed perfect white teeth at her. “It’s all right. I took you off guard.”

Not nearly as much as with the full court nipple-press he’d put on her.

She took another sip of the wine. This one more of a gulp. At the rate she drank, she’d need him to walk her back to her door.

Time to bring the conversation back around to its original point. “What answers do you need from me?”

He set his wineglass on the end table, then turned to fully face her. He rested his arm on the back of the sofa, brushing the ends of her hair with his fingers. “Do you normally hang out in bars infected with darkness?”

There he went into that demon thing again. “By that I’m assuming you mean the marids and not the fact Daggers caters to the whole low lighting motif.”

“You know what I mean.” The back of his hand stroked her cheek. Intense desire curled around her heart.

“Yes. And I’m not so sure they were after me. Looked more like they were chasing you.”

He gave her a smile one would use to indulge an idiot child. “Normally humans can’t see them. That’s what makes them such a danger to you.”

“So why did we see them tonight?”

“I don’t know the answer to that yet, but I intend to find out. Until I do, promise me you’ll not venture in there.”

“I go to Daggers all the time and never have a problem. It’s where my contacts hang out and I network.”

“Even your contacts are dangerous. Believe me when I say your friend tonight had less than your best interests at heart.”

“And who are you, my guardian angel?”

“Yes.”

-Enjoy!! – Kate

Duck!

Kate is on a rant.

I just took my car over to have the brakes looked at. They were making a grinding sound and vibrating really badly every time I used them. Now, take into account my car has only 9,300 miles on it. Yes, less than 10K. If my milage were a story, it would be a short one! So, I take it over to my friends at STS – the same one we’ve been going to for years, and the manager takes the wheels off and comes back inside the waiting area with a disgusted look on his face.

“Sweetheart, your rotors are rotted through and your brakes are down to the nubs on the right side. You have less than 10,000 miles on that car. You’re still under warrenty.”

Now, this manager is a doll (hot, too, I might add) and he picked up the phone, called my dealership and made the appointment for me. My rant has nothing to do with him as he’s always gone out of his way to take the best possible care of all his customers, Dave and I included – which is the reason we’ve been such loyal customers over there for the last 16 years. My rant is with the automaker.

WHY PUT SHOTTY-ASS PARTS ON A BRAND NEW CAR?

You know, it’s no surprise the automakers are in major crisis when they do asshat things like that to the consumers. This is the third Saturn I’ve owned, and Dave reminded me as we were driving back from the dealership (in our 11 year old Jeep that’s only needed brakes replaced twice in that time) that our other Saturns required rotors and brakes with a frequency that was staggering. Really? Why don’t I remember this? Sure, I remember taking it in for such repairs, but parts do wear out on cars and need replaced. It’s just the way it is. But it’s always been long past 10K when the brakes needed attention.

To me it seems counter-intutive to put shotty parts on new cars. Yeah, you might luck out and get the owner past their warrenty before things need replaced and force them to purchase new, but what does that do to consumer confidence? I’ll tell you: it sucks it down a big black hole of anger, and straight to the Yellow Book to find the nearest Toyota dealership.

The only upside of this farce is the fact I won’t have to pay for it.

End Rant -

-Kate

Did I just invent a term?

Anyway, it’s like road rage, but on the net.  Now, some people, when they get net-rage go on a flaming jihad and let go with everything they have, inundating the object of their rage in (sometimes quite eloquent) vitriol.  Some people just bury it, seething inwardly but never letting it show.  Others (and I include myself here) will mix approaches, venting indignant rage to friends (who, hopefully just nod and make sympathetic noises) and trying to reign in their impulses on the net and perhaps posting a few rebuttal remarks or pointed comments.

I’ve seen responses that run the gammut – from no response to a sustained campaign of flame warfare. I’ll admit that while the flame warfare has a certain destructive appeal, I just can’t bring myself to waste that kind of energy on something petty.  If I’m going to invest that much of myself, I should be getting something out of the experience – a college degree or a new car, for example.

Why am I bringing this up, you might ask? Well, I have recently had an experience on the net that just really singed my nose hairs. Something taken out of context and warped beyond recognition and turned back on me. It doesn’t matter what it was, or where it was, only that it made me very, very angry.  It made me think about my response to it and whether it was consistent with my responses in real life or if it was completely out of sync with what I would do in real life (you know, studies evidently show that people do things on the web they’d never do in person. Imagine that!).

So, I thought about it, and decided that my actual response was probably a little more hostile than I might be in real life, but not much. I didn’t scream or spew venom, I didn’t go off on a bloody smear campaign (neither of which I would do in real life, either).  So I’m taking some satisfaction in knowing that my net behavior isn’t that far from my real life behavior.

What about you? What is your inclination when the net-rage is upon you? Do you turn hoary and ravening? Do you sit back, cool as a cucumber and wait for it to pass? Enquiring minds want to know!