After more than nine months...Savannah has her first Amazon-posted review...and she has five stars. I'm damned near giddy about this...screw it, I am giddy... It is on Amazon.uk...which is a funny thing with how Amazon does their business. I'm uncertain why the reviews wouldn't transfer between geographic sites...but hey, I'm still giddy. Quick edit two hours after writing this, I have been informed that reviews do transfer between Amazon sites...it just takes some time. COOL! I'm in such a good mood...this can't be a Monday. So, the link to the review is below. Thank you to the reviewer who, quite correctly, points out that I'm playing in my own sandbox here. I don't play in the traditional genres well.
I wanted to say "for Seven Bloggers or Writers"...but the title is already too fucking long to begin with. Yes. Four years. Yeah...four years increasing the pressure on the accelerator for this budding writing career. It was a cool November day in 2011 when I first logged into my, then, Wordpress hosted account and typed in the words "Stranded in Toronto". Actually, the term SinT had been a running joke with me for a long time. This year, however, has been quite a year. My first novel, book one of Savannah, was released in February. That book was about eighteen months in the making when it finally hit Kindle. Quick aside here, this year's NaNoWriMo program will hopefully have the second novel almost completed. In fact, [Read more...]
Okay...sing it with me now. Remember, we do this to the old Howdy Doody tune... ...and a one ...and a two It's mani-pedi time...it's mani-pedi time... Rather than subject you all to another live-tweeting of the event, I thought we'd be different this time as I offer a stream of consciousness piece that is due to empty into the river of dreams right before my train of thought crashes into them. Besides, there is nothing like the thoughts of a six-foot Irishman kicking a petite Asian woman across the room when she tickles him accidentally. As Mrs. Stranded keeps reminding me, it is a good thing I'm not ticklish. Of course, mani-pedies are much more important now...Seeing as Canada now has a rock star as prime minister, we have to keep [Read more...]
Hi, I’m Rachel de Vine, and I am the guest today of C.P. McClennan, who has invited me to publicise my new book on his site. Thanks, Chris, I hope your reputation survives the arrival of a BDSM romance on the site. (You can tell everyone is was ‘Be kind to the English week’ and purely an act of charity.) ***CP Note...my reputation is in tact...and am honoured Rachel did this post*** Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old. Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry. However, life is never as simple as that. Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and [Read more...]
Press play... "This is like a scene out of American Psycho." Crimson turned from the CD player and grinned at her. "If that were the case, we'd be listening to Genesis or Huey Lewis. I would think this music offers much more erotica than either of those would." "Archaic as CD players are now, Pink Floyd is a much better choice on any level." Crimson picked up the riding crop and grasped each end in order to test it for flexing. "Don't get me wrong. Huey, Phil, and the boys have their place, but not here. Pink Floyd takes me to my happy place." SNAP! The crop flew and slapped against the mattress. "Sir, we are in agreement." Nancy smiled up at him from the bed. She was on elbows and knees with wrists bound [Read more...]