Need 36 hours in a day

Wouldn't it be great if we could add more hours to the day when we needed them? Say, when the day job and the writing job have deadlines at the same time?

Guh. My day job is breathing down my neck, and it's making it tougher to focus on the imaginary worlds my characters inhabit. Haven't written as much as I'd like in the last year, and Antonio's story is out there, waiting. But, I have managed to produce a novella for Loose Id that's a sequel to The Trouble With Angel.

If Wishes Were Horses came out at LI on Valentine's Day. It began as a one-page short when I was blogging a couple years ago, generated by a visitor's prompt. I then promised it to a reader when she was feeling blue, but shoved it into the closet and forgot about it. I'm happy to say I came through on the deal, and Tracy got her story. She wanted to see Angel and Brandon and the kids again, and I enjoyed writing every word.

Blurb:  Hot-tempered Angel and sexy, easy-going Brandon are pretty happy. Brandon's baseball career is over, Angel's no longer missing LA, and the guys are living in a vintage house in southern Oregon. Well, Angel thinks the house is just damned old. 

Marisa and Trey have adjusted to the men as substitute parents, and Angel and Brandon have figured out how to have regular sex even with kids in the house. Angel's even loving his marketing job at the winery. 

But when Brandon gets an offer of a new job back in California, is their new life going to fall apart? Tough and scrappy Angel is afraid that their hot sex life and the family they've built won't be enough to keep Brandon in the confoundedly cold Pacific Northwest. And being afraid pisses him off.Brandon's really keen on the job, and not at all keen on the cold. Will hot and sunny California call Brandon home again?

Meanwhile, I'm now in edits at Loose Id for my three original Change series books, and these early efforts of mine are getting overhauls. I'm really glad, actually, because I want them to be fresh, sharp and more interesting than the first time around. A Change of Tune will be out first, then A Change of Pace and A Change of Scenery will come out together in a single book.

And I'll breathe a big sigh of relief when they are done.

So the world keeps spinning, people keep making news and I'm cranking away on writing stuff that doesn't seem to amount to a hill of beans when compared to the serious happenings going on around the globe. I guess it's all the more reason to grab a book and escape whenever we can.

We need to be reminded why life is worth living, and living well. Because it's short. Sometimes too short.

Wolves, reading and Berengaria

Please welcome my guest, Berengaria Brown! 

 

My name is Berengaria and I’m addicted to reading.

My father taught me to read when I was very young, and would never permit anyone to place boundaries on what I read. He always said if I understood what I was reading, there was no sense in preventing me from reading it, and if I didn’t understand it, there was no need to stop me reading it, since I wouldn’t understand it! 

Consequently, I read a lot of books children my age had no idea even existed. 

He even let me use his library card so I could take books out from the adult shelves at the library. Actually, by then I’d read all the children’s books anyway. 

And now, since I read MM, FF, ménage and everything from sweet to extremely kinky, it’s not surprising that I write across all the genres too. But I do have a special love of MM. Who could resist a couple yummy werewolves?

Were the Hell? (available at Torquere Press)

Blurb Septimus, is sent to a pack across the country to see if they have a solution to why almost no females have been born into his pack in over 30 years. 

As soon as he walks into the meeting room he smells his mate. The lust between them is instant and fierce. By day they try to solve the problem of the gender imbalance, by night they fuck each other's brains out.

Septimus finally gets a lead as to why there may be no females born in his pack. An old man, Arthur, remembers a wizard threatening to curse his pack. Septimus and Arthur speak to a very old woman, Richenda who gives them some trails to follow. 

Septimus’ duty is to help his pack. But he’d much rather be in bed with Dai. And is the situation even solvable anyway?

Excerpt PG 13

Septimus had sometimes wondered if he'd only ever been sexually attracted to other males because there were so few younger females in his pack, and the few there were didn't light his fire. But the minute he walked into the meeting room with the weres from the Forest Hill pack, he knew he was genuinely, one hundred percent gay. He could smell his mate. 

His cock stood up and fought to get out of his jeans, stretching the fabric so tight that he was going to have blue balls for a week. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck were also standing straight up. His skin tingled, electrified with sexual arousal. And the scent of his mate was overpowering him, dragging him into the room with almost physical force. 

His nose led him unerringly to his mate: a tall, lean man of about thirty, with tanned brown skin, dark brown hair, and liquid chocolate eyes. Those eyes were staring at him, the man's strong nose was flared smelling his scent and from the huge bulge in his pale cargo pants, the man was every bit as aware of him as he was of Mr. Tall, Tan, and Delectable. 

As Septimus walked across the room, his cock leading the way, the man moved to meet him. Their gazes were locked, and Septimus was totally oblivious to everyone else in the room and the task he'd been sent to do. He was about to put out his hand when the other man reached him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him in for a hard, body-blending hug. 

"I'm Dai. We're mates." The words were harsh, bitten off, said almost as a challenge. 

"Septimus. I know." 

The Alpha of the Forest Hill pack stood just a few feet away. He coughed, cleared his throat, then said, "Gentlemen, let's get this meeting underway. Dai, you should sit next to Septimus, not in your usual place."

So even the Alpha smelled their attraction. That certainly proved he was not being misled by his cock. Damn! His dick had never been this big before. If only he could undo his jeans and give it some room before it broke his zipper. 

Buy it here 

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

What a great week for the It Gets Better Project

This past week, I was hosted on Mrs. Condit's blog. She and her co-host, Lady McNeill, donated $100 to It Gets Better, and generated lots of goodwill and comments on behalf of the project.

We gave away one of my books each day, except our opening day, when Mrs. C encouraged readers to buy a copy of The Book of Wisdom, where all proceeds go to IGB, and Torquere makes a matching donation.

Thank you, Mrs. Condit and Lady McNeill, for your generosity, and for the great week on your blog. It was a blast!