Heidi Champa

Jumping Over the Ripples Looking Way Out to Sea

2012-01-26T00:50:00.001-05:00

Happy Australia Day!!

Now I Find I've Changed My Mind I've Opened Up The Doors

2012-01-23T07:49:00.000-05:00

I wanted to thank everyone for their feedback on my post from last week. It was really nice to hear from so many of you on the subject. While the tangible issues of how to make my dream come true remain, I'm more determined than ever to make it happen. So, thanks! It's nice to know I'm not alone.

As I mentioned before, my novella, The Right Wrong Turn is nominated for an LRC award and there are just two more days to vote. So, if you are so inclined, follow this link (and the rules) and vote! Any support would be appreciated. Also, enjoy your weekly dose of Man Candy. That is all!
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We've Reached the End of the Line, I Hope Your Dreams Turn Out Fine

2012-01-18T08:22:00.000-05:00

I read this article the other day and I have to admit, it threw me for a bit of a loop. The idea that because I'm 35, it's time to pack it in and resign myself to the life I currently have at first kind of pissed me off. Apparently, gone are the days when I can chase the impossible dreams of my youth or even the last few years because time's up, buddy! Sorry if you missed the boat, but this shit here is for the young. Move along Ma'am!!

On the surface, that might not seem to be such a bad thing. After all, 35 is technically middle age. And, what's wrong with laying down roots, settling down and playing the cards you've been dealt by life? Besides, if you haven't done it by 35, are you ever really going to do it? Seriously, am I ever going to get into a bikini again or hike the Appalachian Trail, or learn to surf or live in a foreign country? Isn't it time to grow up and put aside foolish things and just live a normal life?

As someone who didn't really discover what they wanted to do until after the age of 30, I feel like I arrived a bit late to the party. I spent so much of my twenties battling doubt, uncertainty, grief and a lot of other bullshit that precluded me from finding something I loved to do, let alone running with the bulls or climbing Kilimanjaro. But, now that I love my job and I have a man that I love, suddenly I have to give up the idea of conquering the rest of my life's dreams because it's "too late"?

The idea of closing the door on anything kind of freaks me out. Leaving options open (to a certain extent, anyway) seems like a prudent thing to do. It can sometimes be a bit paralyzing, but I'd rather have more choices than none at all. But, recently, me and the man have made a big decision on that front. We are closing the door on having babies one day.

When I married at 22, everyone told me there was plenty of time for me to come around to the idea of having children. As the years went on, I waited for those feelings to come. And, waited. And, waited. But, they never came. Over the years, having kids came up only in the most hypothetical of sense. We'd joke about what we'd name our fictional children, but when the harsh reality of what raising a child would mean, we were on the same page. It was just too, too, too much. Over the years, we decided on a deadline. By the age of 35, it would be deciding time. It was just to give us some more time to let the baby rabies take hold. Well, 35 has come and we are still no closer to wanting to take the enormous step of having kids. So, for the first time in a long time, we're closing the door to one of life's options.

But, as that door closes, another has been pushed wide open. While many people in my life are concerned with what school district to live in or where to send their adorable progeny to pre-school, we'll have no such considerations. In fact, we'd like to divest ourselves of the roots we have laid down and leave the place we've called home for nearly 10 years. The desire for new horizons is a palpable ache that has taken me by surprise. Ideally, those horizons are very, very far away. But, is it too late to let the tornado take us out of Kansas and drop us smack dab in the middle of Oz? Conventional wisdom would say so. . .

So, that is where I'm at right now. Standing in the middle of 35, wondering if it's too late to turn back or if going forward into more of the same is the only option. The truth is, I just don't know. I'm hoping that I'm not too old or too far along the journey to change directions. Only time will tell, but I'd like to believe I'm not quite done causing trouble yet. We shall see . . .
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It's The Perfect Time of Year, Somewhere Far Away From Here

2012-01-16T08:38:00.000-05:00

Man, it's too fucking cold outside. My fingers are constantly cold, the tips like little drops of ice. My low blood pressure does me no favors this time of year as my circulation slows to a halt. All the Snuggies in the world couldn't keep me warm, I fear. That is why I'm thinking warm. I've been dreaming of summer while putting the finishing touches on my latest WIP. Well, I guess it's really no longer a WIP as it is finished. I'll have more details for you soon. Now I'm onto a few short stories before I tackle my next project.

To help me heat things up, I decided on a little extra spicy Man Candy. Don't you know, I feel warmer already.
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Get In My Car, I'll Let You Ride Shotgun

2012-01-09T07:36:00.000-05:00

After a lovely weekend at the Mothership, I'm ready to jump back into work with both feet. I've got two projects desperate to get out the door, but need some words and some polishing before that can happen. So, it is nose-to-the-grindstone time.

But, I got some good news while I was away. My novella, Left of the Dial, is #6 on the Amber Allure December Best Seller list. Needless to say, I'm excited. I love this story and I was hoping that other people would like it too.

Back to work. Enjoy the Man Candy and think of me, fingers clacking away at the keys. Beautiful, isn't he?
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Love's Supposed to Keep You Young and Frisky

2012-01-02T08:05:00.000-05:00

It's the first Man Candy of the year, so I wanted it to be lovely. And, I think it is. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and is ready to take 2012 by the scruff of the neck and shake it into submission. I know I am.

Before I can do that, there are a few loose ends I need to tie up from 2011. First, One Night Only, edited by the fabulous Violet Blue is available now!! It features my story, Chasing Jared and looks to be a super-hot book. Check it out if you get the chance.

Also, I found out on the last day of the year that my novella, The Right Wrong Turn, has been nominated in the Best Western/Cowboy story category of the Love Romances Cafe Best of 2011 awards. I'll give out more info. about the whole thing as I get it, but needless to say, I was chuffed.

I finished my edits and blurbs for my next project, Picking Up The Spare, which drops on January 29th. So, now I'm ready to move on to my next project. I'm so ready for a fresh, new start and an awesome start to 2012.
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Watching the Whole World Wind Around and Round

2011-12-31T08:20:00.000-05:00

This year really got away from me. It seems like every time I turned around, another week was gone and my list of things I didn't get accomplished grew to disasterous proportions. It was easy to get caught up in the cycle of falling short and beating myself up. I went through that wringer far too many times for my liking in 2011.

When I sat down to write this post, I honestly thought I wouldn't have many good things to say and it would be a bit of a downer. Until I did a bit of bookkeeping and a bit of soul searching and realized how much I had to be grateful for this year. 34 publications. Somehow, that number completely got by me. I would have guessed it was a quarter of that. That's how distorted my view has become. My perspective seems to have taken a holiday this year, which is something I most certainly have to fix in the new year. As for my work in the coming year, my goals are to keep writing and hope that people enjoy it. Everything else is just window dressing.

I'm so proud of the work I've done this year, a fact that has all too easily gotten lost in the shuffle of life's everyday frustrations. Far too often I let the mundane and trivial angst of life cloud my enjoyment of things. So, I guess that is another thing for me to tackle in 2012.

The only things I'm really wishing for in 2012 is a little more peace, a decent sale price on our house and to spend some more time in Australia. It would be nice to have a few things published as well. If I can have that, I'll be a happy girl.

So, farewell, 2011. It was nice. And, not so nice. But, I wouldn't really change a thing.

Happy New Year everyone!!
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Seeing the Good When It's All Going Bad

2011-12-19T06:52:00.000-05:00

I can't believe it's less than a week until Christmas. It hardly seems possible that 2011 is almost over. Where did the time go? It seems to slip away faster and faster all the time. I used to think that phenomenon was a myth, but I have turned into a believer. I'm hoping to get a few more things accomplished before the end of the year, but with all that's going on, it might be tough.

There are precious few Man Candy days left in the year as well, which sucks. But, I'm trying to make the most of them. Back to work now. Although, I'd like to stay here and just look at him for a little bit longer.
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I'm Trying To Hold It On, Feel The Best in My Doubt

2011-12-12T07:45:00.001-05:00

Another week gone, another gorgeous piece of Man Candy. It is hard to believe that it is almost the middle of December. The time is going by so fast. At least I'm done Christmas shopping. My current WIP is starting off a bit slowly, but I'm feeling good about it. Hopefully I'll have time to work on it before the craziness really sets in.

As a side note, my story, Shirts vs. Skins, is in the newly released collection, Boys of Chi Omega Chi Kappa: Freshman Initiation. Who doesn't love a little naughty, hot college man on man action before the holidays?

Well, back to work. Hope you all have a good week.
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We Should Have Each Other With Cream

2011-12-05T07:19:00.001-05:00

So, all in all, it was a really good weekend. Despite being struck down last Sunday with my first cold of the year, I managed to have a great time at the Mothership, did some Christmas-type stuff and saw some friends.

But, the big news of the weekend was the release of my novella, Left of the Dial. I'm really proud of this one and I hope everyone runs out and buys a copy. Or two. It would make an excellent and reasonably priced Christmas gift.

I also got word that my last novella, The Right Wrong Turn, is #9 on the Amber Allure Best Seller list for November. Color me stoked, chuffed and totally happy!

The next project is underway. I hope you enjoy the Man Candy and your week. Now, if I could just get rid of this cough.
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When I Got the Music, I Got a Place to Go

2011-12-04T09:17:00.002-05:00

It's New Book Day!!!

It Takes Courage To Enjoy It

2011-11-22T07:24:00.000-05:00

I forgot my Monday Man Candy! Sacre Bleu!

I'm so sorry, please let me make it up to you with a little extra candy this week. I'm feeling generous, you see, since I just cracked the 40K mark in my NaNoWriMo project. I'm rolling, yeah! I also will have some more good news soon! Can't wait to share.
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Read About the Things That Happen Throughout the World

2011-11-19T10:39:00.005-05:00

Lots of news today!! First of all, you can follow this link and comment for a chance to win my book, The Right Wrong Turn.

Also, it looks like Best Erotic Romance is available early. Find it right here and read my story, Another Trick Up My Sleeve. This book is edited by the lovely Kristina Wright and features some amazing writers. Pick up your copy today!

I'm up over 30K in my NaNo project, which is also nice. I feel like I'm finally in some good rhythm and hopefully the words will flow this weekend.

That is all! As you were!
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It's No Secret Ambition Bites the Nails of Success

2011-11-14T07:23:00.000-05:00

I'm really too tired to write much in this blog post. It was a busy weekend. I attended a fabulous reading at Giovanni's Room in Philadelphia. It was for the book Remembering Christmas and featured all three authors Frank Anthony Polito, Tom Mendicino and Michael Salvatore. It was an amazing night and I want to thank all three authors for being so nice and making the evening so great!

My NaNo word count is climbing, so I better get back to it. Enjoy the Man Candy and I hope everyone has a good week.
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Turn and Face the Strange

2011-11-09T07:54:00.003-05:00

I'm starting to hit a little bit of rhythm with my NaNo project. Sometimes, when you start a piece of writing, you have absolutely no idea where it might lead. Other times, you have it outlined to within an inch of its life and everything goes according to plan. More ofthen than not, especially with me, the truth falls somewhere in between.

While my WIP may not be where I predicted it would be when I started on the 1st, I'm happy with where it's at. Now, back to it. Current word count: 16,874.
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Restless Like a River Running Free

2011-11-07T08:28:00.000-05:00

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend! My NaNo word count is at a healthy 13,000+, which is pretty good for the first week. I also had my new novella, The Right Wrong Turn, come out yesterday. Please check it out while it is on sale for only $3.90. Every copy counts!!

Well, back to the grind. Please enjoy the cowboy Man Candy. So inspiring!
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I Wanna Be the Only One, For Miles and Miles

2011-11-06T09:21:00.001-05:00

It's New Novella Release Day!!!

Follow this link to buy your copy!!

On the Last Day of November, Swellin' in Ranks

2011-11-02T08:06:00.000-04:00

NaNoWriMo has officially begun! After Day One I have written 3047 words. Not a bad start. It's always a fun endeavor and despite the heavy daily word count, I always have such a good time trying to write a 50k word novel in 30 days. It's not too late to get started. If you hurry, you can still join in the fun!

So, the words are flying at the moment and I need to get back to it. Head to this website for more information, if you dare!
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I Used To Dream and I Used To Vow, I Wouldn't Dream of it Now

2011-10-31T07:38:00.000-04:00

After a wonderful lunch with DeDe, Craig and Jeremy, I headed to the Mothership for a visit and a dye job. It was a great time and a great way to unwind. I even got to enjoy some very belated birthday cake.

Now, it's back to the grind and trying to finish up a few things before NaNoWriMo kicks off tomorrow. I'm hoping I can finish my 50k in 30 days, but I'm just not sure. Other things always seem to get in the way, but I'll give it my best shot.

In good news news, Model Men edited by Neil Plakcy is now available. Follow this link to pick it up. It features my story, Sweet Charity and I can't wait to get my hands on my copy. Also, we are less than a week from the release of my novella, The Right Wrong Turn. Check out the info about the book right here. And, make sure you pick up a copy next Sunday. Hell, buy two! They make great e-gifts!!

Now, back to work after I sit for a moment and ogle some Man Candy. He's really nice.
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But Just Don't Ask About My Appetite

2011-10-28T08:46:00.003-04:00

Writing is such a solitary endeavour, it's hard not to feel a bit lonely from time to time. Even with the Internet and social media, it's sometimes difficult to connect with other people. Luckily today, I get to remedy that situation and meet up with some great writers for lunch.

So, Cassie Exline, DeDe and Craig Sorensen, Jeremy Edwards and I will be breaking bread in a few hours. It's always nice to get together with other writers and talk shop. But, it's even better to spend time with amazing, interesting people who just happen to also write. I've been looking forward to this all week!

I hope everyone has a nice weekend. See you on the flip!
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Passin' Through and it's Late, The Station Started to Fade

2011-10-26T07:28:00.001-04:00

I got the cover art for my next novella, Left of the Dial, that comes out December 4th from Amber Allure Press. It's part of the Hot College Daze novella series. I'm very excited about this one, as it is set in a college radio station, circa 1998. Those were some good times. I was a DJ all four years of college and also the music director for our little station for two years. If only all radio was like college radio, I'd still be doing it. Bar none, some of the best times of my life happened at WVYC. I miss it from time to time.

I hope you check it out when it drops. It would make a great Christmas present!!
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And It Feels So Close, Let it Take Me In

2011-10-24T07:10:00.000-04:00

Love this picture. Flat out love it. I can't believe another week has come and gone. Where the hell does the time go? I wish I knew. Sometimes, it feels like I squander so much of it. Then again, don't we all. Speaking of, it's time to get back to work. Enjoy the Candy.
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You Got A Brain You Ain't Using

2011-10-21T11:31:00.005-04:00

I just finished editing my novella, The Right Wrong Turn, which comes out on November 6th. As you can see by the sidebar countdown, that's not too far off now. I'm really excited about this one and I hope you will all check it out when it comes out. Now that I've had the chance to polish it up, I think its even better than it was before.

Another week in the books, and I think progress has been made. On to another weekend, where hopefully I will get to relax a bit. But, somehow I doubt it. There just seems to be too much to do.
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It's a Long, Long Ways and So High Up Above

2011-10-19T07:09:00.000-04:00

True to my word, I'm here blogging on a Wednesday. I don't know whether I am truly making progress or just treading water, trying not to backslide. How can you really tell? Forward momentum seems hard to measure sometimes. Without tangible evidence of what has been accomplished, how can you decide how well you are doing? I'm still not sure.

I have adopted a popular theory to combat this problem: One day at a time. I really can't ask more of myself than that, can I? But, it's hard not to get discouraged. When you expect things of yourself and fall short, there is no one else to blame. No one to point to as the reason why things didn't get done, no one to scapegoat. That sucks! Accountability is hard enough, but when you are only beholden only to yourself, what do you do? Failure looms large and it's hard not to feel like your letting yourself down when you fall short of the goals. But, as I said in the first sentence, One day at a time.

Honoring my commitment to this blog helps. Baby steps are still steps, after all.
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I Think I Used to Have a Purpose

2011-10-17T09:22:00.000-04:00

My blog laziness is really beginning to be a problem. It has become a vicious cycle that is hard to get out of. I don't get a lot of interest in some blog posts, so I think, what's the point. So, I stop posting. Then, people stop coming to my blog all together because their is no new content. Round and round we go, where it stops, I'm just not sure. In an effort to break the cycle, I'm aiming for a Monday, Wednesday, Friday blog post schedule. Here's hoping it works out.

My husband is reading a book for work and it contained a quote that has really stuck in my head. "Without conscious and deliberate effort, inertia always wins." It is so true, at least for me. I find it so easy to fall into the same old patterns, the same lazy behavior that yields little results, but requires little work as well. I tell myself it's enough, but I know deep down that it isn't enough. I've chosen to write for a living and sometimes I feel like I am deficient in my duties, not only to myself and my passion for writing, but to my family as well. I want to "pull my weight" and there are some days where I just don't feel like I come close.

Complacency has crept in a bit. Which I hate. It's not just my writing. I find that most aspects of my life have just become fat and lazy. My intentions are good, but my follow through is for shit. Starting now, I aim to remedy that. But, talk, as they say, is cheap. The mantra of conscious and deliberate effort is now firmly in my brain. We'll see how it translates into practice.

As a little incentive, I start this week like most others, with Man Candy. See, if he can type, so can I.

*Quote from Delivering Happiness by Tony Hsieh, CEO of Zappos.com*
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And, We'll Keep on Fighting, To the End

2011-10-03T07:32:00.000-04:00

Well, after a week away from home and a lot of words written, I'd say the whole thing was a success. Of course, there is always more to be done. I'm about half way through my next novella, and things are progressing nicely. It was nice to be really disconnected and have no distractions. I wish I could live that way every day, but I do miss having that connection to the outside world. But, forcing myself to be off the Internet showed me how much time I do waste, when I should be writing. Hopefully, I can remember that going forward.

While I was away, a few things happened. My story, Working Late, is now available in an e-book anthology Cowgirl Honeymoon, from Xcite Books. It's also part of the paperback anthology, Explicit Encounters, which will be available soon. Stay tuned for details. There's more good news on the way, which I will hopefully be able to share soon.

And, a big congratulations to my Geelong Cats, for winning their third premiership in 5 years. Well done, boys. So, to that end, a bit of Cats Man Candy this week.

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Tonight, My Head is Spinning, I Need Something to Pick Me Up

2011-09-26T09:23:00.005-04:00

I am on a self-imposed internet hiatus this week, but I wanted to stop by for a little Man Candy first and to bid you ta ta for now. Hopefully, when this week is done, I'll have many good things to share. Until then, isn't he dreamy?
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Let Balloons Go Up in Town, Ring Out Every Bell

2011-09-15T02:14:00.000-04:00

I. Am. 35. Jesus, when the hell did that happen? Well, at 2:14am, September 15th, right when this post went live to be precise. But, I was really speaking more existentially. How did I get to be 35 years old? Where did the time go?

In my head, I don't feel 35. I don't think I look 35. I certainly don't think I act 35. 35 is grown up, after all. Settled down, adult, responsible, all that jazz. Sure, I'm married, but settled? I'm far to restless to be settled. Adult? No way. That's probably the last thing anyone would think I am. Responsible? A bit. Bills are paid, house is relatively clean, hubbie and I are fed. But, a grown up? Never. Being a grown up sounds like no fun at all. I'm already not thrilled about the grown up stuff I have to do now. I can't imagine adding more things to the list.

Maybe it's because I don't have kids. I am, at the end of the day, only responsible to myself which lends itself to a certain level of selfishness. While I love my husband and would do anything for him, when I leave him alone in a room for five minutes, he's not going to fall off the couch and bonk his head. (most of the time, anyway) He can take care of himself when I'm not around. So, the freedom that comes with being unencumbered has allowed me to stay a slightly irresponsible non-adult.

I'm not where I thought I'd be at 35. Now, to be honest, I have absolutely no idea where I thought I'd be at 35. That's partially the problem. I didn't have grand plans, huge dreams and big ideas. I never wanted to be an actress, singer or ballet dancer. Okay, well, maybe I wanted to be a ballet dancer. I really liked the outfits and the shoes. But, I was a realist, even as a kid. I knew it wasn't going to happen. I don't know what would have happened had I maximized my ellusive "full potential" or where I'd be. Really, I don't much care. I feel like I'm finally on track, like I'm acheiving my goals in life. They may not have been the goals everyone else expected, or even I expected years ago. But, I'm happy with where I am at the moment, professionally speaking.

Increasingly, however, there are times when I look back with regret, not for what I've done, but for wasting precious time with nonsense that ultimately didn't matter. At my (new) age, that is the biggest thing I'm wrestling with. I have a deep desire for positive action and forward momentum. I struggle to balance that with my tendency to procrastinate and lapse into spells of nothingness that I later regret. I don't really know why, but I sometimes feel like there is a little hourglass in the corner of my mind and I am watching the sand run out faster and faster. I just feel like there is no more time to waste. And, more importantly, I don't feel like there are any more excuses for throwing time away.

So, that is where I'm at on my 35th birthday. Still trying to figure it all out. Now, I'm off to make a wish . . .
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Dreams Aren't What They Used to Be

2011-09-12T08:00:00.000-04:00

Man Candy, and on time. It must be a good week. At least, it's a good start. We'll see how it goes from here. As you may have noticed on the sidebar, my next novella, The Right Wrong Turn, is available in November from Amber Allure. I'm really excited!! And, I love a good countdown. Now, I need to get back to work.
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Candy On The Beach, There's Nothing Better

2011-09-07T07:27:00.000-04:00

You know what I've realized, Man Candy is good any day of the week. Especially Wednesday. So, think of this as a Book-is-Done Day/Hump Day/Man Candy Day triple feature. And, in that spirit, there are three men. I'm so generous!

It's Book-is-Done day and I have yet another novella to talk about. In addition to the one dropping in November, I can now add one for the month of December. Details on both as they emerge. The second flowed much easier than the first. For that, I am thankful.

I hope everyone had a nice long weekend.
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You're Obliged to Conform When There's No Other Course

2011-08-31T07:39:00.000-04:00

There are few things more exciting for a writer than seeing the table of contents for an upcoming collection. This one is no exception. Irresistible: Erotic Romance for Couples looks to be an amazing anthology. I'm first in line, which is exciting. I'm very proud that my story, Twice Shy, made it into this book. You can pre-order your copy now and it comes out on Valentine's Day!! And, how about that cover?!?!

Table of Contents

Twice Shy - Heidi Champa (that's me!!)
Safe for Work - A.M. Hartnett
Repaint the Night - Janine Ashbless
Same As It Ever Was - Cole Riley
Out of Control - Karenna Colcroft
Warrior - Kate Pearce
Hypocrites - Alyssa Turner
The Pact - Elizabeth Coldwell
Exposing Calvin - Rachel Kramer Bussel
Six Eyes, Two Ears - Kris Adams
Renewal - Delilah Night
The Netherlands - Justine Elyot
Predatory Tree - Craig J. Sorensen
The Mitzvah - Tiffany Reisz
After The Massage - Kay Jaybee
Pink Satin Purse - Donna George Storey
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Sorry, I Cannot Hear You, I'm Kinda Busy

2011-08-30T07:26:00.000-04:00

Once again, I'm tardy. My Man Candy always seems to be a day late. But, I swear I have a good excuse. All work and no play makes Heidi a dull girl. Well, not entirely dull, but let's say, distracted. So, to that end, I promise to do better. Or at least, attempt to do better.

If you've followed my blog at all, you know I love David Williams, NRL player for the Manly Sea Eagles. (could his team name be more apt? I think not.) Well, 'Wolfman' Williams suffered a break to his C6 vertebrae during a game this weekend. So, we here at my blog wish him a speedy recovery. Someone this delicious needs to be up and about, looking hot. Don't you agree?
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I Build Myself Up and Fly Around in Circles

2011-08-23T08:00:00.000-04:00

I always seem to be a day late with my Man Candy. I was away this weekend at the Mothership, and now that my man is back for good, I've been a little busy. There's a lot going on at the moment, including the slaying of my last WIP dragon. A little project turned into a bigger project and got a little out of control. But, I managed to wrestle the beast to the ground and the new novella will be arriving in November.

There's some other good news to report, but I'm holding off for now. Enjoy some Candy for now. I'll be back soon.
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When It Comes To Me, I'm Gonna Be Ready

2011-08-16T07:52:00.000-04:00

I'm getting so lax with my Man Candy duties. I have no one to blame but myself. So, I'm here today to make up for it. The WIP is now almost put to bed, which means I'm on to a new one.

Ah, isn't he lovely?
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I Love It When You Give Me Things, You Ought to Give Me Wedding Rings

2011-08-14T08:20:00.000-04:00

12 years ago on this day, I woke up early at my mother's house. There was a beautiful white dress hanging in the corner. I went to my good friend Marty's salon and had my hair done, to make sure that my veil looked just right. When I got home, a lovely delivery man brought me a dozen red roses. The card told me how much the man of my dreams was looking forward to being my husband.

I got into my dress and had my picture take a thousand times before the day even started. We piled in my uncle's conversion van and drove to the golf course where the whole party was going to happen. It was a hot day, but for some reason, despite the layers, I was surprisingly cool.

When it was finally time to get started, I walked up a flight of stairs and waited for my grand entrance. My nephew opened the door for me and I took my father's arm. We walked the eleven steps to the arch covered in flowers and vines. I gave him a kiss and took my man's hand, staring lovingly into his eyes. The mayor just started speaking when the thunder and lightening started. After that, the alarm that told all the golfers to get off the course.

After five minutes and a couple gold rings, we were married. The storm cleared up just in time for us to take one picture, silhouetted in the setting sun.

12 years later, it's still burned in my mind like yesterday. So many things were different then. Both our father's were still alive. We were twenty three-years old, with the whole world in front of us. But, one thing hasn't changed. It was, is and will always be the best day of my life.

I love you, Anthony. More than you'll ever know. Happy Anniversary!
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But, Don't You Get Your Hopes Up High

2011-08-10T08:01:00.000-04:00

It's a day late, but here is your Man Candy for the week. Things seem a bit better now, don't they?
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And, The Feeling That It's All a Lot of Oysters, But No Pearls

2011-08-08T01:33:00.005-04:00

(Please forgive this post, as it was written under major duress. Two in the Morning listening to really depressing songs. Sometimes, it's the only thing to do.)

Two. More. Weeks. That's how much longer I have to be without my man. This is getting really old. The weekends fly by so damn fast, then I have to watch him drive away from me again. It might be the most depressing sight on earth at the moment. That, and the empty spot in my bed where he should be.

So, I'll do Man Candy tomorrow, when I'm feeling up to it. But, for now, I wallow. *Bleh*
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It's Not Faith If, If You Use Your Eyes

2011-08-01T08:33:00.001-04:00

Three more weeks to go. That's how long my man has left of his training in NJ. It's hard to believe it's been five weeks already. I have a feeling these last fifteen work days are going to go by very slowly!

I guess I'll just have to console myself with some Man Candy! And, now I've got to get back to work.
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My Brain Is Haunted By This Scent

2011-07-30T08:12:00.000-04:00

Just stopping by to share this great review of the wonderful collection, Sweet Confessions, edited by Violet Blue. I get a lovely mention for my story, Smell as Sweet.

It's so nice to have the man home, if only for another day. This training can't end fast enough.
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Don't Wanna Talk About the Weather

2011-07-29T07:22:00.002-04:00

It's been a crazy week. I'm glad it went by fast, because that means I get to see my man again. Just three more weeks of this training in NJ and he'll be back for good. I guess if I want to throw that big party, I better get started on the planning.

If you want to find out a little more about me, run over to Dawn Roberto's blog, Dawn's Reading Nook and check out the interview with little old me. I'm talking about my novella, All Expenses Paid and revealing a few secrets as well. So, stop by and say hello!
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I Travelled Way Too Far, To Get To Where You Are Now

2011-07-26T07:29:00.000-04:00

Once again, I've been remiss in my Man Candy duties. It was a hectic Sunday night/Monday and I just didn't have the strength to post.

So, here it is. Better late then never. More to report later. When things slow down a bit.
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I'll View The List and Take My Pick

2011-07-19T08:09:00.000-04:00

As promised, I'm back with your chance to vote. Every week, The Romance Studio does a round-up of its 5 Heart Reviews and puts them all into a contest. Since I was bless with wonderful review, I'm included. Now, you get to vote for your favorite review. So, follow this link and do just that. I'm not tell you who to vote for . . . but, I'm just saying . . . oh, come on . . . don't make me beg.

Also, as I mentioned yesterday, I signed a couple of contracts recently. The first one was for the upcoming collection edited by Violet Blue called One Night Only, which will include my story, Chasing Jared. Doesn't the cover up top look amazing? I can't wait to see the table of contents for this one. I'll keep you posted.

So, to recap. Vote!! And, also, in case you missed it, I'm on Twitter now. Yay!! Follow me, if you dare!
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She Got a Tan, And I Got a Sunburn

2011-07-18T07:00:00.001-04:00

Where do I begin? I had a great weekend at the Mothership. Except for a little battle with the sun that didn't go my way. It's been a long time since I've had a sunburn, as I usually avoid serious sun exposure like the plague. But, this time, I took a dip in my brother's pool without sunscreen on my back and shoulders. So, now I am pink and a bit crispy. And, itchy. So. Damn. Itchy. I know this too shall pass, and lesson learned. You think being so pale I would know better.

I returned home to some great news. I have a five heart review from the lovely people at The Romance Studio. You can read the review right over here. Needless to say, I'm chuffed. Dead chuffed. Stayed tuned for some more good news on that front, and get ready to vote!!

Also, I signed two contracts this weekend, so I'll keep you posted on that good news very soon. Oh, and also, I was advised by my marketing consultant (my hubby) that I should be on Twitter. So guess what? I am. Follow me here and bask in my pithiness. Until later, enjoy the Man Candy. He looks like he needs a good scrubbing. Doesn't he?
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But How I Loved Our Secret Meetings

2011-07-15T09:17:00.002-04:00

I'm blogging over at the Amber Quill Press blog about my novella, All Expenses Paid. I give a brief glimpse into my inspiration for the story, and an extended excerpt with some juicy bits thrown in. So follow this link right here, to take a look.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some swimming to do.
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I Swear I Ain't Like Those Other Boys, I'm a Special Kind

2011-07-13T07:49:00.000-04:00

Just wanted to drop by and let everyone know that Who's Your Daddy? from STARbooks Press is now available!! It contains my story, Fielder's Choice. Follow this link to purchase your own copy!

Now, back to my WIP. Where was I? (by the way, how much do I want this shirt?)
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Come Hell or High Water, When I'm Feeling Hot and Wet

2011-07-11T10:43:00.004-04:00

I'm late with my Man Candy this morning. (Say hello to Harries from Bondi Rescue!) I was just too damn tired last night to pre-post. I know, it's terrible, but I've found a really crappy side effect of my hubby leaving Sunday afternoons for NJ is that I'm left with very little motivation to do much of anything. Six more weeks of this crap is a pretty daunting proposition, but we have no choice. I'm happy he's happy, but I just wish he could be happy right here in good old PA.

So, I've been struggling to put this new novella to bed, but I am determined to do it this week. By hook or by crook. Or some other cliche that would be appropriate here. Wish me luck.
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Lucky To Be Coming Home Again

2011-07-08T07:55:00.000-04:00

Today, head over to Reviews by Jessewave, for the chance to win a free copy of my novella, All Expenses Paid. Just comment on the post and you may get lucky!! If not, you could always buy a copy of the e-book right here, and well, you'd still be pretty lucky.

Happy Friday, all. My man comes back today for the weekend. It's the little things!
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She knows the Human Heart and How To Read the Stars

2011-07-07T07:37:00.000-04:00

I always love good news, but this little piece I got yesterday was particularly good! I got word on Wednesday that my story, Another Trick Up My Sleeve, has been accepted for the innagural Best Erotic Romance anthology, edited by the wonderful Kristina Wright. I am so excited to be a part of this collection and when you check out the table of contents below, you'll see why. Not only that, but it has the most amazing cover! Pre-order your copy today!!

What Happened in Vegas - Sylvia Day
First Night - Donna George Storey
Another Trick Up My Sleeve - Heidi Champa (that's me!!)
Drive Me Crazy - Delilah Devlin
Once Upon a Dinner Date - Saskia Walker
He Tends To Me - Justine Elyot
Guest Services - Angela Caperton
Memories for Sale - Andrea Dale
Blame It On Facebook - Kate Dominic
The Draft - Craig J. Sorensen
To Be in Clover - Shanna Germain
Honey Changes Everything - Emerald
Cheating Time - Kate Pearce
Our Own Private Champagne Room - Rachel Kramer Bussel
Till the Storm Breaks - Erobintica
The Curve of Her Belly - Kristina Wright
Dawn Chorus - Nikki Magennis
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And The People All Looked Up, And Were Pleased

2011-07-04T07:31:00.001-04:00

Happy Fourth of July, everyone! I decided to go with a bit of unconventional Man Candy this week, in honor of the holiday.

My novella, All Expenses Paid is now available for just $4.50!! So far, the feedback I've gotten has been positive, which is nice. Here's hoping it continues. I'm hard at work on my next novella, which will hopefully be finished very soon. Stay tuned for more news!

It is nice to have my man home for an extra day, before he heads back to Jersey for more training for his new job. It sucks to have him away, but I'm glad he's happy. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. I guess we'll put that theory to the test for the next seven weeks.
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Your Mental Miles Away, Long Distance Some Might Say

2011-06-27T08:42:00.000-04:00

As we speak, my hubby is 120 miles away, to begin training for his brand new job. It's been a rough couple of years for us, but somehow, we survived his lay-off and extended unemployment and come out on the other side. Now, he seems to have found a good job, one that will allow us to have health insurance again, provides vacation time and pays well. But, the trouble is, for the next 8 weeks, he's spending Monday through Friday away.

I know in most ways, I'm extremely lucky to have someone so great in my life at all. But, I've grown spoiled over the last months, spending so much time with my man. As foreign as it might sound to some, we really do love spending time together. While I'm very happy for him, I will miss having his face around.

I'm taking comfort in the fact that my new novella, All Expenses Paid, was released yesterday and the fact that I will see my husband in a few short days. Until he returns, I'm stuck ogling some Man Candy, pining away.
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Where Were You While We Were Getting High?

2011-06-26T07:45:00.001-04:00

It's officially All Expenses Paid Release Day!!!! Even though it was technically available yesterday, it is now truly ready to be bought. Please, check it out! Let me know what you think, tell a friend. For the bargain price of $3.90, you can have this novella. I'm so excited and I hope this one is even more successful than the last one!!

By the way, as a side note, this is post number 420. Awesome dude! Totally!
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It's a Bit Early in The Midnight Hour For Me

2011-06-25T18:26:00.004-04:00

Well, the countdown clock has been rendered useless, because All Expenses Paid is available RIGHT NOW!!! Follow this link and purchase now. It's available for a measly $3.90 and is mighty good, if I do say so myself.

I'm really proud of this one, and am starting to consider a sequel!! I'll keep you posted. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, all.
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She'll Grind it Out With Friends But Not With Me

2011-06-23T08:58:00.000-04:00

I meant to post this yesterday, but I got caught up. So I thought I'd put it up today. There was a wonderful review of the fabulous collection, Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction done by Manic Readers, which you can read in its entirety right here. If you like what you see, you can buy the collection right here. Which I suggest you do, immediately, if you haven't done so already.

Also, the release date for my novella, All Expenses Paid, is rapidly approaching and I'm thinking of fun ways to drum up some business. Expect an announcement tomorrow, if all goes well. Hopefully, I'll have thought of something brilliant by then.
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Take Me Back to the Sweet Times

2011-06-21T08:42:00.002-04:00

Happy Summer Everyone!!

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And Ten Days On The Road Are Barely Gone

2011-06-20T07:27:00.001-04:00

I'm back!! After a week away from the homebase, it is nice to be back at home, in my comfort zone. It was nice to spend time with the family, and celebrate my niece's fourth birthday with water guns, popcorn and Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty's beloved) cupcakes. He was super-tasty!! My 35th is coming up and I wish I could have a party like that. Maybe I should. . .

There is less than a week to go until All Expenses Paid comes out!! I am just so excited. Right now, I'm cooking up some fun things to coincide with the release date, so stay tuned for more information!!

Isn't the Man Candy lovely? Ahhh, it's truly good to be back.
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And Here's The Kicker of This Whole Shebang

2011-06-15T16:57:00.005-04:00

As promised, the information about my new novella, All Expenses Paid, is now available. You can check it out right here!! The countdown continues, as you can see on the right side of the blog. I'm going through the manuscript one last time as we speak, to make sure there are no typos. I am so excited about this one!!

Also, Gym Buddies and Buff Boys is now available from STARbooks Press. It features my story, Marathon Session. Check it out for purchase right here.

That is all at the moment. Hopefully, I'll have more good news to report soon.
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Let Me Put on My Sunglasses Here So I Can See What I'm Doing

2011-06-13T07:43:00.000-04:00

Good weekend. Spent some time celebrating my 15 year old nephew's confirmation. Then, it was on to my Great Aunt's 90th birthday party. She had a picture of herself riding a bike last year, at the tender age of 89. I can only hope to be half as vibrant as she is when (god willing) I'm her age, or close to it.

I'm away from home this week, spending the next few days at the Mothership. It's going to be tough to find time to work, but I'm hoping I can manage some words. But, there are boxes to be packed and schlepped to help my sister move, my niece's 4th birthday party and who knows what else on the horizon this week.

You may have noticed that the countdown to All Expenses Paid is continuing to tick tick tick. Less than two weeks away now!! So excited!!

Man Candy, I need you now, more than ever, I need you!
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Time Goes By So Slowly For Those Who Wait

2011-06-06T07:13:00.001-04:00

As you can see, the countdown has begun. The clock on the right side of my page is alerting everyone to the arrival of my new novella, All Expenses Paid. I really can't wait for this one to come out and as soon as I have all the purchase details, I'll let you know. It will be available from Amber Allure and various other outlets as well.

In the meantime, enjoy the Man Candy while I go back to work on my next novella, which is shaping up nicely after a busy Sunday of writing. I feel like I'm finally on track, after a few stops and starts. Here's hoping it all works out.
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I'll Take Afternoon Tea, If You Take It With Me

2011-06-02T07:46:00.001-04:00

As promised yesterday, today I am offering you a little slice of my story, Dressed to Impress, from the Afternoon Pleasures collection, edited by Shane Allison.

Please to enjoy, again.

As we sat in the darkness of the movie theatre, I couldn’t focus on the film. Every time he crossed his legs or moved in his seat, I found myself thinking about his naked dick brushing against the front of his pants, the contact his skin was making on the soft, just-washed material. It got so bad that I was blatantly staring at his crotch when a giant explosion made the entire crowd jump out of their chairs. I stayed stock still, too distracted to respond properly to an entire fictional town being demolished.

“Ben, what the hell are you doing? You’re missing the best part.”

His whispers startled me out of me trance, and I looked at his eyes in the dark. He turned back to the screen, just in time for more carnage to wow the audience. Instead of rejoining the story already in progress, I reached my hand out and put it right on his cock. Colin snapped his head over to look at me, his expression both confused and angry.

“What are you doing? Just watch the movie.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well, I do.”

I didn’t move my hand; in fact, I tugged at the obstinate zipper and worked my hand inside until I could feel the hot contact of his skin. Hidden as we were in the back row, I didn’t worry about anyone seeing us, but I wasn’t expecting him to grab my wrist in protest. He stopped short of pulling my hand away, but his grip wasn’t allowing me to go any further. My fingers strained to find the sensitive head of his cock, and as I ran the pad of my thumb over the slit, he released my wrist from captivity.

His eyes stayed focused straight ahead, as I wrapped my fist around his now stiff prick. I watched his mouth fall open, just a little. At that moment, he could have yelled and no one in the theatre would have heard him, the gunfire was far too loud. I jerked him gently at first, but couldn’t contain my ardor as I felt him grow harder in response.

Colin surprised me by snaking his own hand under my shirt and tweaked my nipple, sending a warm jolt to my rock hard cock. He smiled, knowing that my current aroused state wasn’t just from his hard-on.

“So, I guess it turns out you were into the whole no underwear thing.”

I couldn’t answer as his thick middle finger met his thumb and pinched me hard, my nipple now as hard as my dick. The pain and pleasure was making my breath catch; the car chase on screen doing a fantastic job of distracting the people around us from my moans. My fist squeezed him tight, my hand moving quicker as I felt my arousal barreling towards me as quickly as the runaway truck in the film.

As suddenly as the crash scene disappeared, so did Colin’s hand from my chest. My own hand disengaged as he sat up and zipped up in a hurry. Grabbing me by the arm, he led me into the deserted men’s room in the lobby. Once we were locked into the last stall, he looked down at me with a wicked smile.

When The Scent of Her Lingers, And Temptation's Strong

2011-06-01T07:08:00.003-04:00

Both Afternoon Pleasures and Sweet Confessions are now available for purchase and I think you should follow the links and purchase one or both of them. Why? Because, they are killer, hot, sexy books and part of my life's mission is to get those kinds of books into as many hands as possible. In order to entice you, today and tomorrow, I'm going to be posting excerpts from my stories in both books to give everyone a little taste of what's inside. Aren't I sweet?

Got the first round of edits done on my novella, All Expenses Paid, today. It's possible I might love it even more now than I did before. Cannot. Wait. For. It. To. Come. Out. Stay tuned for more details, excerpts and info.

So, as promised, here is a little taste of my story, Smell As Sweet, from Sweet Confessions, edited by the fabulous Violet Blue. Please to enjoy.

That night, the offices were quiet, but the stack of papers in front of me didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. I kept glancing at the clock, the time moving quickly, but the work was going at a snail’s pace. It was already way too late to meet the girls for the dinner we had planned. And, they would soon be off bar hopping and making merry. All I had to show for my evening was paperwork, useless forms and reports and a deadline that loomed for first thing Monday morning.

As I slogged through, there was finally a light at the end of the tunnel. I closed the last file folder, and let out a sigh of relief. The joy was short lived when I looked at the clock and realized it was near midnight. I thought if I hurried, I could meet the girls at the last bar of the night and have a quick martini to reward my hard work.

Grabbing a stack of folders for Jamie’s office, I whipped out my phone and started texting Charlotte to find out where the action was. Too busy clicking letters with my thumbs, I nearly walked into Jamie’s office door, which was open, just a crack. I saw a dim light on and I heard weird noises coming from inside. Getting even closer for a better look, I saw Jamie in his chair, his cock in his hand. I froze, my fingers stopping mid-text as I opened my eyes wider at what I saw next.

There was a pair of black panties over his nose and mouth, the crotch pressed right against his skin. His dark hair was covering his forehead; his eyes that had been wide open were now pinched shut. He inhaled deeply and loudly, twice, before he came, white come spilling onto his fist and onto the floor. I hurried away before he could see me, taking the elevator down with my heart still pounding.

I got into my car and raced to the pub, and I couldn’t shake the image of Jamie with the panties on his face. He seemed in seventh heaven when I saw him, sniffing the lace-covered crotch. Shaking my head, I crinkled my face in disgust. Fetishes rarely surprised me, but this was one predilection I'd never heard of. At first, I was dying to let the girls know what I had found as I downed my perfectly chilled vodka concoction, but I thought better of it. I just wanted to forget the whole thing and enjoy my weekend.

The problem was, I couldn’t forget it. No matter what I did, the visual of Jamie kept coming back. I went over every detail in my mind, from the sound of his cries to the thickness of his cock. I struggled to understand what it was about the panties that he liked so much. I had always assumed that most men weren’t all that fond of the way a woman smelled. Lord knows there were enough feminine hygiene products on the market to tell us so.

But, he seemed so lost in it all, so enthralled by what he was doing. I thought all men just jerked off to porn or at the very least a picture of someone naked. The pure pleasure he got from those simple, little panties seemed to trump any naked woman in his mind. Could smell really be that powerful, that erotic? I had honestly never thought about it before. Now, I couldn’t stop.

Thru The Night With a Light From Above

2011-05-30T14:04:00.002-04:00

Happy Memorial Day!!

My Motto's Always Been When It's Right It's Right

2011-05-26T08:34:00.001-04:00

Just got the official word on a collection I'm super excited to be a part of. Sweet Confessions, edited by Violet Blue, is available July 1st, but you can pre-order it right here! It contains my story, Smell as Sweet, and I think you should most certainly purchase a copy of your own. Why you ask? Because, from just the few authors I know are a part of the book, it looks to be an amazing collection. Who am I referring to? Well, I'm glad you asked. How does Jeremy Edwards, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Kay Jaybee and Moi hit ya? Sounds pretty good, right? So, check it out.

Also, it looks like another collection has hit the Amazon shelves early. Afternoon Pleasures, edited by Shane Allison is now on sale and you can pick up a copy right here! It contains my story, Dressed to Impress, and I'm waiting, with much anticipation my author copies.

So, that's all the news that's fit to print. I got two stories finished yesterday, so it's back to novella-ville. Wish me luck.
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I Can Rub & Scrub This Old House, 'Til It's Shinin' Like a Dime

2011-05-25T08:13:00.000-04:00

This week has already been a hectic one, and it's only Wednesday. My husband went back to work after an extended period of being out of a job. It's going to be a bit adjustment for him, so I'm trying to lighten the load here at home by being an extra good porn writer/housewife. Dinner ready, house clean (well, some of it anyway) and very little for him to worry about while he tries to decompress. Am I the greatest wife or what?

In my attempts to be an extra good porn writer, I'm in the middle of about three different things. My current WIP novella has taken a completely different turn and therefore may be delayed. There are several other shorter pieces I'm working on and trying to finish on time. If only my ideas would take a number. I wish they would pull the tab for their little paper number and take a seat in the waiting room, but they are some damn pushy words.

Until I resurface later this week, here is an excerpt from my story in the awesome new collection, Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction. It's called Live at the Motel Six. Please to enjoy.

At first, I balked at having a job that took me away so much. Traveling for work always sounds good, until you find yourself in line at the airport, being searched by security for the millionth time. But, it also had its advantages. Phone sex was something that she thought was silly and stupid. Until she found herself alone and horny and her only contact with me was through our cellular provider.

It started out innocently enough; just a few dirty words so I could jerk off on the road. It didn’t take long for it to change. The distance made me bolder. Not seeing each other face to face seemed to open up a completely new world of fantasy, which I was happy to share. In the beginning, I had to push her to tell me more. The garden-variety stuff was okay, but I wanted her to go further. Slowly, she opened up, telling me things that I found mildly shocking, but unbearably arousing. It seemed to work for her, too. Hearing her moan through the speaker of the phone was a poor substitute for the original, but under the circumstances, it proved to be the most comforting part of my day. I wondered sometimes if she was just humoring me, but those fears died one lonely night on the road.

The first night she told me, I have to admit I was stunned. I was laying on the stiff sheets at a Motel 6 in Phoenix, my cell phone pressed between my shoulder and my ear, my cock in my hand. I thought she was just going to talk dirty, like our normal routine. I was expecting something hot, something steamy, like usual. But, that night, after several tequila shots, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think to regret them. Not that she ever did. Neither of us did.

Clearly, she had spent too many days horny and alone and all my cajoling had finally pushed her to reveal the big one. She had grown fond of spewing the hottest filth into the phone while we pleasured ourselves, but this was certainly next level stuff. The need seemed to grow more intense, more profound with each frequent flier mile I racked up. That night, she told me exactly what she wanted; shared her biggest fantasy. I could barely breathe as she talked. Words I never expected to hear were oozing through the phone into my ear. It was my own fault; I had basically begged her to do it. Now, there was no going back.

You're Filthy Cute and Baby You Know It

2011-05-23T07:04:00.007-04:00

When I stumbled upon a call for submission from Sommer Marsden a few months ago, my interest was piqued. It was asking for dirty stories. Really, really dirty stories. So, I dusted off a story (of course making sure it wasn't too clean) and sent it away. Sommer said yes nearly immediately and now, the book, Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction is available very soon from December Ink.

It features some amazing writers, such as Justine Elyot, Parker Ford, Quinn Gabriel, Shanna Germain, Alison Tyler, Aisling Weaver, Willsin Rowe, Rita Winchester and of course, Sommer herself. Check back soon for the release date. Meanwhile, check out the book trailer and gaze lovingly at the cover, which doubles as my Man Candy this week. But, really, it's candy for everyone!

*Update* It turns out today is the release day for Gritty!! Go right here to get your copy and tell a friend!!

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There Are Rooms in This House That I Don't Open Anymore

2011-05-19T07:02:00.000-04:00

It has been a very busy week. It started with a wonderful trip to Baltimore on Sunday to see the lovely Kristina Wright read from her book, Dream Lover. Also there was the fabulous Emerald, who I hadn't seen if forever. After the reading, we enjoyed a delicious dinner and along with my husband, Anthony and Kristina's friend Nick, we had quite a lovely time.

After that, it was back to work on my current work in progress. It is another novella, and it has been giving me fits. In my head, it is going so smoothly, but as soon as I sit down to put the words on the blank computer page in front of me, something gets lost in the translation. I keep working on it, but I'm just not sure how it's all going to turn out. I'll keep you posted.

My house is a mess. That is another side effect of all this typing. I keep meaning to get to it, but there is always something else vying for my attention. Just another thing that keeps sliding down my to-do list. Oh well, at least I'm the only one, besides my husband, who usually has to see it in this condition.

But, the vacuuming will just have to take a backseat to my characters for a little while longer. What can I say? You have to have priorities!
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I'm So Tired, My Mind Is On The Blink

2011-05-16T07:34:00.000-04:00

I'm a little too tired to write much right now, but I will have more to say this week. I had every good intention of posting more last week, but Blogger seemed to have other ideas. Anyway, for now, enjoy the Man Candy. And, stay tuned for more news and such. Happy Monday, everyone!
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Go Go Go Go Now, Out of The Nest

2011-05-09T07:07:00.001-04:00

I hope you all had a lovely Mother's Day. I know I did. My mother is the greatest. I know everyone says that, but she truly is the most fabulous mom of all time. Every time I see her, I am amazed all over again at her ability to love and her selflessness. Mary Jane Landis is a saint!! This weekend just proved that point even more. Love you Lady!

As promised, I have the cover for my upcoming novella, All Expenses Paid. When I first saw it, I fell in love completely. I really can't wait for this one to come out. So, please to enjoy my Man Candy/Novella cover. It comes out on June 26th. More details to come!

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Your Prince's Crown Cracks and Falls Down

2011-05-02T07:35:00.001-04:00

Wow, what a freaking weekend, huh? I mean, where do I start? Royal wedding, hanging out with friends, writing up a storm and the news of the death of a horrible, awful, evil terrorist. The normal mundane activities of life sandwiched right between the biggest news on the earth. Sometimes, it is hard to believe how quickly things can change. This world really does turn on a dime. I feel like I need to stop for a moment and take a deep breath. It's been a hell of a few days.

On a completely unrelated and writerly note, The Handsome Prince, an amazing new anthology, edited by Neil Plakcy, is available early and contains my story, The Prince of Tires. Follow the link to pick up your own copy!!

Soon, I will have more news about my new novella, which I can wait to share. In the meantime, know that for just this moment, the world is alright. Let the Man Candy soothe you (it seemed appropriate, what with the wedding and the anthology. Looking good, Prince Harry). Happy Monday, all!!
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Would You Lie With Me and Just Forget the World?

2011-04-29T08:31:00.002-04:00

In honor of With This Ring, I Thee Bed, I thought I'd give you all just a little taste of my story, Speak Now. It's not your typical wedding story, but I just love it. I hope you do too. Please to enjoy.

He smirked, setting the flashlight on the dresser. The circle of light gave the room an eerie glow. He ran his hand over the back of his neck, his unease obvious. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him pace around the room.

“So, what are you doing here, Trevor? Don’t tell me its cold feet?”
“You knew I was coming. I sent in my little card.”
“I guess I just thought . . . I don’t know what I thought.”

He picked up the invitation, looking at it like he’d never seen it before. I watched his eyes, moving over each word in silence. Hitting it against his hand, he looked at me. Even in the dim light, I could still see the apprehension all over his face.

“It’s been too long, Greg.”
“Well, you know. Life has gotten a little complicated.”
“Tell me about it. I understand now why people elope. It is amazing that people get married at all.”

He walked towards me, sitting down gently on the brand new double bed. I could smell the alcohol on him, but he didn’t seem drunk. I decided to placate him, despite my churning stomach.

“I know you and Jessica will be happy together.”
“How can you be so sure?”

I looked at his face for the joke, but I found his face serious and stern. He looked scared. I didn’t know what to say to him.

“I just assumed you were sure before you asked her.”

I tried to laugh, but it died when his arm draped over my shoulder, our hips touching as we sat on the fluffy duvet. Trevor turned and looked at me, but I didn’t return his gaze. I couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself to see his eyes in that moment. He leaned closer to me, his lips right by my ear.

“Can I tell you a secret, Greg? Right now, I’m not sure at all.”

His breath was hot, but not as hot as his tongue, which swept across my ear lobe, shocking my mouth right open. Trevor, always one to take advantage, pulled my open mouth to his, kissing me deeply. I knew I should stop him, push him away, but I just let myself be kissed, let my tongue swirl around with his. Finally, reason took over and I managed to get free from Trevor’s strong grip. Standing up, I tried to quell the panic rising in my throat.

“Don’t, Trevor. Don’t.”

He followed me, not letting me go easily. His hands pulled at my waist, trying to get me back in his arms. I resisted, backed away. But, I only ended up against the wall, Trevor pinning me to the freshly changed wallpaper. It smelled of plastic and I willed my mind to focus on that, or anything but the feel of Trevor’s hands.

“Greg. Greg, look at me.”

I gave in, looking into his eyes, and I saw it. The same look I’d seen the first day we met, all
those years ago.

“Come on Greg. Don’t be mad at me.”
“You said this was over. That we were over. You’re about to be a married man. Don’t fuck with me, Trevor.”
“You could always do that. Make it all sound so easy. It’s not, you know.”
“It may not be easy, but it is simple. You love her, don’t you?”
“She has nothing to do with us.”
“She has everything to do with us.”
“I know what I said to you, but it’s not over. At least, it’s not for me. You left, but I could never get you out of my head. Or my heart. Tell me it’s over for you, Greg. Tell me you don’t love me anymore.”
“I can’t do that, Trevor.”
“So, ask me to stay.”

He smiled at me, his face softening at my encouraging words. But, I couldn’t give him
what he wanted.

“I can’t.”

He crisped up a little, bracing before he spoke again.

“Then, tell me to leave.”
“You know I can’t do that either.”

His fingers traced down my cheek, the cool slip of his thumb pressed over my bottom lip. My mind was being torn in two. The man I loved wanted me again, but I knew that come morning, he’d be gone, standing in a tuxedo in the front of the Lutheran church. While my brain screamed for reason, my heart leaped in my chest.

“What do you want me to do, Trevor? Tell me what to do.”
“Kiss me, Greg.”

It wasn’t easy or simple. I knew it. But, I shut it all out as I leaned forward, our mouths meeting in a fury of emotion, making up for every missed opportunity.
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I Should Take That Volume Back Up off the Shelf and Crack Its Weary Spine and Read to Help Remind Myself

2011-04-26T08:23:00.004-04:00

This is my 401st blog post. I barely noticed the number at first, until yesterday, when I found myself too damn tired to write anything of consequence. So, my 400th post went by as almost an afterthought, just a little extra Easter candy after a weekend of way too much chocolate. But, there is more I want to say. Most definitely.

I got my author copy of With This Ring, I Thee Bed, the other day. I sat there, staring at the gorgeous blue cover and then I started to thumb through the pages and admiring all the amazing writers that were contained in the collection. I was truly dumbfounded by the talent within, and I let myself feel insanely proud to be a part of it all. Alison Tyler is the first editor to take a chance on me, and when I see how far I've come, it's hard not to feel a little overwhelmed by it all. I mean, it's freakin' Harlequin, baby!! Again! I'm extremely proud of my story, Speak Now, and am honored to a part of this collection. In fact, that is something I can say about every single story in every single book/website/etc. I'm damn proud of it all, the whole journey and how much I've grown. There. I've said it. And, the sky didn't fall. How about that?

It's still sometimes hard to believe it's been less than three years since I've started doing this. I feel like I've been writing forever, but in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd ever be here. It so easy to let the moments pass and barely look at them. But, I couldn't do that this time. I just needed to take a moment and reflect on it all. Sometimes, I get so caught up in the deadlines, word counts and new ideas that I don't take the time to just sit back and say, Damn!! I did that! Sure, I mention my latest stuff on the blog, but I never really get to talk about it like other people talk about their jobs. I'm still not sure why. I guess I'll have to save that for another post.

I went to Borders a few days ago, and was so happy to see that the erotica section had returned after an unexplained hiatus, and there on the shelves were several collections containing my stories. It was all I could do to not yell at the passing people, "Hey everyone, I have a smutty story in that book right there!!" I didn't, but mostly because I used to work there and still know the manager. :) I did, however, turn those books so the covers were facing forward and at eye level. Hey, a girl can drop a few hints, can't she? My version of shouting from the roof tops felt pretty good, and hopefully it might result in a few sales.

So, in this, my 401st post, I wanted to take just a moment and look back at it all. Take stock, take it all in. And, sprain my wrist just a bit patting myself on the back. Now, back to my new WIP. The journey never ends, I just needed a pit stop.
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I've Been Cheating Gravity and Waiting on the Falls

2011-04-25T07:16:00.001-04:00

I'm still in my post-Easter coma, so I don't have much to say at the moment. Check back tomorrow, when I'll have quite a bit to say. In the meantime, enjoy some delicious Man Candy. Mmmmm, surfies!!
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Hippity Hoppity, Happy Easter Day!

2011-04-24T07:01:00.004-04:00

Happy Easter Everyone!!

I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word, and I'll Just Hurt Until I Find One

2011-04-18T07:06:00.000-04:00

I am hurting. My body is betraying me lately, I guess my old age is catching up to me. My general soreness is becoming much more prevalent than I'd like. I guess this is what I get for trying to work out. And for sitting in a ridiculously stupid way while I clack away on my laptop.

But, the plus side is that while I convalesce, I have time to write more. Which I need to do to get everything done. Sometimes, you just have to play through the pain and the new WIP is going to be a marathon, not a sprint. Oh well, at least the Man Candy always makes things easier.

On a positive note, it looks like the fabulous Harlequin collection, With This Ring, I Thee Bed, with my story, Speak Now, edited by the amazing Alison Tyler, is available from Amazon.com a little early. Go, right now and pick up a copy, you won't be sorry.
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Written For Anyone to Read and to See

2011-04-15T14:01:00.005-04:00

Just wanted to stop by quickly and mention the fact that College Boys won the TLA Gaybie award for Best Erotic Fiction!! The collection is absolutely fantastic and contains my story, Right Way Wrong Way.

That is all. As you were.
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Sitting and Staring at the Clock, Dying to Get Away

2011-04-11T07:19:00.000-04:00

Sometimes, it's the simple things in life. Time with family and friends. Good food, good laughs. And, men in tiny shorts playing footy in High Def. In short, it was a great weekend.

Now, it's back to work. Too many projects and too little time. Every time I think I have it under control, something else comes up. High class problem, I know. Speaking of, it's time to get back to work. Enjoy the Man Candy and pray for me. I'm gonna need it.
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I'm Born Again, There's New Grass on the Field

2011-04-04T07:02:00.001-04:00

What a lovely couple of days it has been. I spent the weekend at the Mothership, visiting and partaking in the fabness that is her HDTV. I also got a double shot of good news. It looks as if my novella has found a home and will be available this summer and I got a short story into a collection I very much wanted to be a part of. Details to come, as I do not want to speak prematurely. Stay tuned for more information on the novella as well. I'm super-proud of it and can't wait for the world to see it.

So, now it is time to tend to what I've neglected while typing away. My house is a mess. Cleaning day has arrived. As has baseball season. Hence, this week's Man Candy. Play ball, indeed.
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Tonight Has Finished Me Off Again

2011-03-28T07:35:00.006-04:00

There is much rejoicing because the WIP is done!! The novella blossomed and grew into something much bigger and better than I thought it would be, and I'm pleased to be done with it. Now, for the edits and then hitting send! But, first I need a break.

What better way to unwind, than with a little Man Candy. Aussie Rules season is upon us, so I've picked out some extra special Candy this week. It's a classic. Go Cats!!

I won't be around much this week. Tuesday, we are heading to NYC for a taping of the Daily Show! It will be another case of trying to keep myself from humping someone. This time, instead of Henry Rollins, it will be Jon Stewart. The things I go through for entertainment!
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Not On Strike, But I'm About to Bowl One

2011-03-21T07:46:00.000-04:00

I'm about waist deep in my new work in progress, and I think it is going well. It's been going a bit slower than I would like, but I'm trying. I have to get back to it, but I would be remiss if I didn't stop by and post some Man Candy. You know, I'm not a soccer fan, but I may have to rethink that policy.

I Got Truth In Times of Fiction

2011-03-17T07:53:00.002-04:00

I got some good news today, Best Lesbian Erotica 2011 is a finalist for a Lambda Literary Award!! I am so proud to be a part of this collection and have my fingers crossed that it is honored with the award. The best part, the event is being hosted by Lea DeLaria, who was the guest judge for the book and also wrote the introduction. Sounds like fate to me!

I did something fairly scary recently, well I should say scary for me. I let some deadlines pass me by. For the last year or so, I've been trying to hit as many deadlines as I can for various collections and anthologies. It has served me well, keeping me busy and letting me write a variety of different stories with an amazing array of themes. But, I've felt the need for a long time to 'do my own thing', for lack of a better way to say it. It's a scary prospect in some ways, not having a set goal, a set theme or a deadline pushing me to keep writing. But, I have to do it. In a lot of ways, I feel like I have no choice. I have to take the leap, and if I fall, well, so be it.

Tonight, we are going to see Henry Rollins at the Whitaker Center in Harrisburg. This will be the sixth time I've seen him do a spoken word show. It will take all of my strength to not hurl myself on stage and hump him silly. If that does happen to occur, at least I can go to jail happy! I'll be back tomorrow with a recap!
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And, For No Good Reason Here You Are, Inside My Head Again

2011-03-14T07:45:00.000-04:00

Not much to say right now. It's just not the right time. I'll be back soon with more. Until then, Man Candy will have to do. Hope you all have a great start to the week.

The Dust Has Only Just Begun to Form

2011-03-10T15:42:00.002-05:00

In all the hubbub this week, I forgot to mention that When a Man Loves a Man and Sweeter the Juice are now available for purchase!! Check them out for some hot man on man action and my stories Tumble Dry and A Guy Walks into a Bar (WAMLAM) and Goodness of His Heart (STJ).
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Say The Word and You'll Be Free

2011-03-08T07:47:00.001-05:00

If you haven't had the chance to read the Xcite E-books, Chocolate Lovers or Under the Desk (which feature stories by little ol' me), now is the time, girl. Why, you ask? Because, it is Read an E-book Week and in honor of that occasion, Xcite is offering a bunch of their fabulous E-collections for FREE!!

Follow this link to 'purchase' them, and check out some of the other fabulous choices that are available. Read those e-books, honey. (and, how much do I want this t-shirt!?)

And Time Stacks Up in Piles Like Winter Snow

2011-03-07T07:01:00.001-05:00

How do the weekends always go by so damn fast? I swear it was just Friday a second ago. It was nice to actually get something accomplished this weekend, although it never seems to be as much as I want. But, such is life.

I'm ready to tackle yet another week of words, some how. Damn me and my procrastination. Just when you think you have it beat, it rears its ugly head again. One day at a time, I guess. The trick seems to be instead of beating myself up for putting things off, just starting over the next day, next week, next minute. In the past, I would just throw my hands up and say, "Oh well, fuck it!" and give up completely. Today, I'd like to think I'm over that black and white thinking. Now, I just get my ass back in front of the keyboard and start again. What else can I do?

I'm doing this week's visual treat as (hopefully) a farewell to winter and the snow. I don't know what I'd do without my Man Candy. Thank God, I don't have to find out!

Alone We May Fight, So Just Let Us Be Three Tonight

2011-03-03T07:45:00.000-05:00

Got some good news yesterday that I thought I'd share. Three anthologies that contain my stories have been nominated for the 2011 TLA Gaybie Awards. They are: Skater Boys, edited by Neil Plakcy, Hard Working Men and College Boys edited by Shane Allison. Awesome, no? I'm super stoked to be a part of all these collections and am personally hoping for a three-way time for first place! Follow this link to vote and make my dream a reality.

Back to work. I suddenly feel inspired! I hope you do, too.

I Want Your Leather Studded Kiss in The Sand

2011-03-02T08:23:00.001-05:00

Sometimes, love isn't pretty. The new anthology, Bad Romance from Freaky Fountain Press, has erotica that deals with that very thing. The collection includes my story, On the Quiet. At $4.99, it's a bargain, but for those of you who still like the feel of paper in your hands, it is also available in paperback. Check it out and let me know what you think!

(Today's lyrics were obviously a no brainer!)

If Wishes Were Trees, Trees Would Be Fallin'

2011-03-01T07:30:00.000-05:00

As part of the promotion for the fabulous book Nice Girls, Naughty Sex, I have an interview up today at Oysters and Chocolate. Check it out right here and if you'd like, add a comment. But, please make sure you check out the book.

I Can Feel The Weather In My Bones

2011-02-28T07:16:00.000-05:00

Luke Garrett, come on down!! You're the winner of a free copy of Black Fire. Thank you to everyone who sent in their entry for my contest. I wish I had more copies to give away, but alas, I do not. So, Luke, shoot me an email with your snail mail info and I'll send the book right out.

In more book news, Sex at Work is now available and features my story, Needled. It is right along side stories from such awesome authors like R achel Kramer Bussel, Jeremy Edwards, Justine Elyot, K D Grace, Kay Jaybee, Sommer Marsden, and Charlotte Stein

I hope you all had a nice weekend, I know I did. Spending time at the Mothership always feels good. Got a haircut, finally saw my cousin after having to reschedule three times and spent time with my niece. Her pre-school teachers think she's too quiet. They should hang out with us for an hour and they'd have an entirely different picture! I'm ready to get back to work this week, hopefully with a little extra peace and quiet to go along with it.

It's almost time for the AFL season to start. Welcome to the league, David Swallow. (yes, that is his real name!) Man Candy may as well have been invented for that very reason. Game on!

But Still It's Farewell

2011-02-25T08:42:00.000-05:00

Today is the last day to enter my contest to win a free copy of Black Fire. Go to this post to check out all the details. The deadline is 6pm EST today. I'll announce the winner on Monday. The response has been great, but let's keep those entries rolling in!! Come on, who doesn't love free smut?

And to anyone who needs a giggle, check out this clock. It will let you know when the contest ends and make your day go faster!

It's So Hard to Just Slow Down

2011-02-21T08:19:00.001-05:00

A few nights ago, I had drinks with a friend who I used to work with, back when I had a day job. It was at a bank, and to say I was ill-suited to work there would be a staggering understatement. Much like all the jobs I'd had before it, being a bank teller just wasn't for me. It took me a long time to find my way. I took a lot of wrong turns before I got to where I am today; following my passion and writing for money. As I talked to my friend, I realized I am a very lucky person. I get to do what I love. Most people are doing a job they hate, or at the very minimum don't like very much.

Lately, if I'm being honest, I haven't exactly been loving my job. I have found myself uninspired, listless and just plain frustrated. Not just by the words that only seem to be coming in fits and spurts, but at a million different little things that seem to be conspiring against me at the moment. I'm trying to push through it, but it hasn't been easy. I always wonder where the mojo goes when it disappears. It always returns, eventually. Or at least, it better, if it knows what's good for it. There's some good news on the horizon, which just might help. I'll keep you posted. Don't forget to check out this post, for your chance to win a free book. There are still a few days left to enter.

Well, I better get back to banging my head against the wall. Man Candy is helping, of course.

How Long Can This Take, Tell Myself That Everything is Great

2011-02-14T07:27:00.000-05:00

I really too tired to be writing this now, but I'll give it a chance. This weekend pretty much rocked. Lancaster on Saturday to meet the super nice and super talented Megan Hart. She was signing books at the Borders and it was well worth the trip down the highway to see her. Before we stopped by the book shop, we went to a wonderful little donut shop called Fractured Prune where we ordered the most insanely delicious and decadent donuts. We have to go back there very soon, despite the fact that those bad boys are a diet killer.

It's back to work this week. There just never seems to be enough time to get it all done. Maybe it's time to scale back my ambitions a bit. Or redirect my energy to more satisfying projects. Perhaps that is the better solution to the ambivalence I've been feeling lately. Lord knows, somethings got to give. Man Candy, take me away!

You've Lost All Your Feeling For This Town

2011-02-11T07:36:00.000-05:00

*Sigh* I wish it were summer, or at the very least, I want to be on this beach. My hubby is back from the frozen tundra, and all his bits and pieces are still attached. It was kind of lonely around here without him. Very quiet. Usually, I don't have a problem with that, but for some reason, I found myself missing the outside noise. Without it, the noise inside my head felt way too loud.

I wasn't nearly as productive as I hoped I'd be either, but such is life. Sometimes, the words just don't flow like I want them to. Maybe I'm too distracted at the moment. My brain seems to be constantly humming, like the little fan on my laptop. But, it all just feels like wheel spinning. And, I hate that. I'd kill for some clarity or a nice change of scenery. But, out my window, it's the same dreary picture. I think the boy in the picture looks like he needs some company, don't you?

The entries are pouring in for the Black Fire give away. There is still plenty of time to enter the contest. Go here for all the details!

Looks Can Be Deceiving, Better Guess Again

2011-02-09T08:01:00.001-05:00

I'm a huge fan of RuPaul's Drag Race. As an avid fan of Seasons 1 and 2, and the recently introduced RuPaul's DragU, I was so excited when Season 3 kicked off a couple weeks ago. I usually take a couple of weeks to pick my favorite, waiting to see how the queens fare in the first couple challenges. I already have a few favorites, but one stands out. Raja. She's fierce, tall and beautiful. I think she will go far in the competition, or I should say I hope she does.

I might be a little biased, however. As I have seen Raja before. She graces the super-hot cover of the awesome collection, Please Ma'am, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. In honor of that fact, I've put up an excerpt of my story from the collection, The Crack of the Bat. Powerful women are sexy, in all their ways, shapes and forms.

“I’m afraid under the circumstances, Mr. Brenner, I’m going to have to do something a little different with you.”
“Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen here, but . . .”
“Shut up.”

I sat back in my chair, unable to speak with her blue eyes ripping into me. She leaned forward, her knee slipping in between my thighs on the chair. Her hands pinned my wrists to the leather covered wood, her grip surprisingly strong. I strained but, fighting her didn’t seem to do much good.

“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson. But, let’s face it. You’re also hot. Punishing you is going to be fun. It’s not going to be some easy way out for you, Mr. Brenner. I believe you said you’d do anything.”

She leaned into me further, her face so close to mine I could smell her perfume.
Her knee pushed against my crotch, my cock stirring against her stocking covered leg.

“Yes. I did.”

Another smile spread across her painted red lips. Her fingers squeezed my arms, just enough to hurt a little. She released my hands, but I didn’t move them. Her fingers slipped the knot of my tie loose, yanking the silk free from my collar.

“Get up.”

I pushed myself out of the chair, but before I could fully stand up, she pulled me forward, throwing me onto the mess covering her desk. She moved behind me, her feet kicking mine apart.

“Give me your hands. Now.”

I did it, for the first time in my life not minding being told what to do. I felt the soft fabric of my tie pulling my wrists together.

“You’re just a pampered little rich boy who needs to be taught a lesson. And, I think it’s high time I do that. I bet you’ll love it, too. Something different from your usual routine of bedding sluts.”

She grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up to standing. I cried out once into the silence, and then again when she bit my neck.

“God, I love that sound. Not such a big man now, are you Mr. Brenner?”

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. But, I couldn’t ignore the hard-on in my pants. She pulled my hair harder, forcing my head back until I was staring at the ceiling.

“Answer me, damn it.”
“No. No, I’m not a big man now.”
“That’s better.”

She pushed me back down onto the desk, my chest flat against the wood. I felt her palm run over my ass, teasingly.

“Have you ever been spanked, Bryan?”
“No. Well, not for real.”

Another mocking laugh sprang from her throat. I felt her eyes running all over me, even though I couldn’t see her. Without warning, I felt the hard smack of her palm hit me solidly on my ass. I was surprised by the pain radiating from one single hit of her hand. I didn’t mean to moan, but I did. After the shock wore off, I felt the heat traveling up my spine. As I settled onto the desk, two more hard blows hit me, her hand striking at full force.

“God, you’ve got such a sweet ass. I’m sure you’ve heard that before, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“For an ass like that, I think I’m going to need a little help.”

I picked my head up and watched as she went behind her desk, pulling open the bottom drawer. My eyes widened as she pulled out a wooden paddle, a smaller version of a cricket bat.

“Ms. Thomas, please. Don’t. I’m sure we can work something else out.”
“Did I tell you that you could speak?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word. But, you will soon enough. How many whacks to do you think it’s going to make you sorry? 5?”

I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me, my knees a little weak as I waited. She let out another clipped laugh, clearly enjoying my plight.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

I didn’t answer her, my mouth desiccated by fear. Moving behind me, I felt her hands reach under and undo my belt. Her fingers brushed my hard cock, straining against my zipper.

“Well, you little devil. You’re more excited than I thought. I should have known you’d be into it.”

My pants were around my ankles, my ass completely exposed to her. I jumped when I felt her hand hit my hot skin, the soft touch stinging like fire.

“Now, Mr. Brenner. Are we going to have anymore trouble during this media campaign?”

Before I could answer her, the wooden paddle struck my ass hard. I damn near screamed as the pain shot through me, my whole body pushed forward by the blow. I barely recovered when another swat hit me square. God, she could’ve been a great hitter. My cock twitched in response, my body reacting without my head getting involved.

“I asked you a question, Mr. Brenner.”
“No. There won’t be anymore problems.”

I didn’t recognize my own voice, the pain cracking my usually deep timber. My sweaty palms rubbed together, the tie digging roughly into my wrists. I could hear her pacing behind me, her heels muffled by the carpet. My balls ached and my cock was desperate to be touched.

“Are you sure? Because we can’t have you peeing anywhere you feel like. And, don’t get me started on that window. I hope fucking that bimbo was worth it.”
“I’m sure. I’ll be good I swear.”

This time, the paddle struck twice quickly. Sweat was pouring off me, my screams getting lost in the sound of the smacks ringing off the walls. Suddenly, she stopped. We were both breathing heavy, for different reasons.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. By the way Mr. Brenner, how many was that? I’m afraid I’ve lost count.”
“Four.” I could barely whisper, my voice saved for screaming.
“That leaves one more. Do you think you can handle it?”

My body was tense, but the pain was giving way to deep, throbbing waves of
pleasure. Nothing I had ever done before had felt this good and bad at the same time.
“Yes. I can handle it.”

And You Know They Picked a Winner

2011-02-07T07:08:00.001-05:00

What a lazy weekend. Just the way I like it. I had time to think and time to get some writing done, although not as much as I would have liked. I have my eye on some deadlines and they are fast approaching. Am also mulling the burning question: To Tweet or Not To Tweet. If anyone has any thoughts or opinions on the subject, comment and let me know. I'm still torn on what to do. Does an author need a Twitter presence?

On a different note, Amber Allure is running a February sale and offering 25% off all novels and novellas. If you haven't picked up a copy of my novella, White Out, now would be the time. It's being sold for just $3.75!! It is also available on Kindle for $4 for those of you lucky enough to own one. Plus, I've decided to sweeten the deal just a bit. If you buy a copy of my novella, shoot me an email at hlchampa [at] comcast [dot] net, with proof of purchase (don't need your private details, just enough to verify purchase) and you'll be entered into a drawing to win a free copy of Black Fire: Gay African-American Erotica. You have until February 25th to enter the drawing, but feel free to buy my novella well beyond that!

I just got back from driving my husband to meet his friend. They are driving to Green Bay, Wisconsin to celebrate the Packers Superbowl win. I officially hate him at this moment. The Man Candy is helping, as is the quiet.

Coach Says I'm Real Good

2011-02-06T07:30:00.000-05:00

In honor of this year's Superbowl, I thought I'd put up an excerpt from the Tight Ends collection, put out last year by Ravenous Romance. Hope it gets you in the mood for the big game.

“I thought you said this was a Superbowl party, Evan. Where is everyone?”
“It is a party. It’s just a private party. I didn’t think you would come if you knew.”
“What about the game?”
“You really don’t care about the game, do you?”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me with a kiss. It was what I had been dreaming of for the last month, but now that it was actually happening, my brain could scarcely handle it. He pulled back, both of us panting a bit.

“See, I didn’t ask you to be in the football league for your playing skills. I had heard you were pretty awful at sports. I just wanted to get to know you. But, then you up and quit on me. So, you forced me to be sneaky.”

His hands ran down my back, making me shiver despite the heat of the room.

“You didn’t have to be sneaky.”
“I know. But, it’s more fun that way.”

I let him lead me to the couch, falling easily next to him, our knees touching. He leaned towards me, my heart in my throat. It was so unexpected, my mind buzzed until his soft lips shut it up. When he pulled back, I had to tell myself to take a breath. Evan took that breath away when he touched my cheek, running his thumb along the slope of my jaw. My mouth fell open, a deep sigh floating out of my lips. The television was barely noticeable now, its larger than life images of the football game the last thing on our minds. His kisses took away my remaining nervousness, my brain finally giving in to the rest of my body.

Slipping off the couch to the floor, Evan put both hands to my belt. Kneeling between my legs, he leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue dove past my lips, devouring me. I couldn’t stop the moan from bubbling up in my throat, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders. I felt my pants open, then slowly lowering, and I instinctively lifted my ass to make it easier for him. He broke our kiss, tossing my clothes aside.

“This is why I wanted some privacy.”
“I think that was a good idea.”

Evan put his hand on me, his fist wrapping gently around my cock, which was already half hard. I groaned at the contact, my eyes locked with Evan’s. He jerked me slowly; his other hand massaged my thigh. My hips started rising and falling without conscious thought. I leaned forward, stealing another deep kiss before falling back against the couch. When he dragged his thumb over my weeping slit, I bit my lip harder than I needed to.

“Jesus, Evan. You’re killing me.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

We Could Be Stuck in Traffic For Over a Week

2011-02-04T08:52:00.000-05:00

In honor of the recent release of the book Nice Girls, Naughty Sex, I thought I'd put up an excerpt of my story, At a Stand Still. Please to enjoy.

“So, you come here often?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever been stuck on this bridge before.”
“I was. Years ago. When I was a kid. My family and I were heading to the beach when a camper rammed the wall up there. Closed down the bridge for hours. But, I had my Walkman with me then.”
“I could turn on the radio.”
“Or we could think of something else to do with our time.”
“We could.”
“Are you hot?”
“Sweltering.”
“Let’s see if we can do something about that.”

His thick fingers were back on my blouse, this time right above my pearl buttons. My eyes held his as one button opened, followed by another. He pushed the silk open, my skin exposed. Cool air came from his mouth, blowing against my chest. Despite the heat, I shivered. Goose bumps rose, both from the breeze and his fingers opening the last of my buttons. I was staring at his mouth, the thick bottom lip begging to be licked and bitten. Leaning forward, our lips touched, barely glancing off each other before he pulled back.

Trying again, I leaned a little closer, half into the passenger’s seat. But, he still kept avoiding me, making me pant with anticipation.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter, his mouth dropped to my neck. His lips took a deep, sucking pull on my skin, no doubt leaving behind a red mark. I moaned into the quiet, wrapping my hands around his damp shoulders. Then, he assaulted my mouth, our tongues finally meeting in a swirling dance. I heard his hands moving around, fumbling in the dark near the door handle. Turning from me, he put both feet outside the now open door.

“Where are you going?”
“I think we need a little more room, don’t you?”

I watched with a pounding heart as he opened the back door of the car, and slid inside, relaxing back into the spacious seat. He patted the leather next to him, a silent invitation to join him. The backseat of my Volvo had seen its fair share of action, one of the benefits of a huge, clunky car. But, lately it had only been used for hauling work to and from home. Without a sensible thought in my head, I got out of the car. The anemic sea breeze hit me the face, the salt smell hanging in the humid sticky air. No amount of deep breaths could calm me, the air too thick to clean out my lungs.

I put a trembling hand to my chest, realizing my shirt was still open. Easing the silk from my arms, I threw it behind the wheel before joining my new friend in the back seat. I snuck a glance at the cars around us, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on; if anyone knew what was about to happen in my car.
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Faster, Faster, Faster, Thoughts Scatter

2011-02-03T08:43:00.000-05:00

This blog post may contain several random and unrelated things. Sometimes, it's really difficult to have one coherent thought that is good enough to write about. And, I didn't feel like waiting until I had something profound or deep to say.

Anyway, I had a wonderful shout-out from the fabulous Violet Blue the other day. She is a fan of my Man Candy and supplied a little of her own. Needless to say, I was chuffed. In other Man Candy news, I super-excited about Henry Cavill being named the new Superman. I don't even like superhero movies, but I'm all about the lovely Henry in tights, just like he was in the Tudors.

It's that time of year again. AFL Dreamteam time. For those of you who don't have a clue about who I am, I love Australia. I also love Australian Rules Football, more specifically, The Geelong Cats. AFL Dreamteam is their version of fantasy football. I spent about an hour drafting my team today, and although it's early, I'm cautiously optimistic about my chances of kicking Anthony's ass. Last year must be avenged.

On the work front, today, I did something I don't normally do. I let some deadlines pass me by. On purpose. I've been torn between the idea of keeping up my anthology pace or focusing more on my single author titles and expanding my horizons in that arena. It seems my decision has been made, at least for the time being. I have to admit, it felt kind of weird. It wasn't that I didn't want to write something, but I've realized that I just can't do it all. I know, weird right?

After many months of deprivation when it comes to going out and doing fun things, I decided to treat myself. To Henry Rollins tickets. What's a girl to do, when he's going to be doing a show twenty minutes from her house? It's fate, don't you know. It should be a great way to spend St. Patrick's Day. Plus, transporting him back to the house after I kidnap him will take a lot less time.

I Don't Mind The Shadows

2011-02-02T07:36:00.002-05:00

Happy Groundhog Day, everyone.
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Remember When You Procrastinate, You Choose Last

2011-01-31T10:32:00.004-05:00

I just did something I haven't done in a long time. I stayed up super late to finish a story that should have been done a long time ago. But, the deadline was looming and it was do-or-die time. So, I pushed on late into the night, slept for a few hours and then woke early to finish up. Not an ideal situation, to be sure. I thought I had kicked this habit, as I've written about before, putting things off has always been an art form to me. I'd been so good lately, finishing things early and getting to bed on time. So, I guess I should give myself a break for this one slip up and move on. But, it looks to be a long morning, until I can sneak in a nap this afternoon.

There is some good news to report, however. Black Fire: Gay African American Erotica is now available, and from my brief looks at my contributor copies, it looks smoking hot. Also, it appears that Nice Girls, Naughty Sex, the fabulous collection from the ladies at Oysters and Chocolate, is also available early from Amazon. Check it out, the table of contents is amazing. If that isn't enough, there are two new e-books from Xcite Books that feature stories of mine. Perversion Process is all about spanking and Under the Desk features stories from the upcoming print anthology, Sex at Work. Check all this stuff out and let me know what you think.

Man Candy, take me away. I'm so sleepy! (Speaking of men, I'd like to thank the lovely Violet Blue, for giving me a heads up about a new-to-me site for delicious man candy. So, The World of Straight Men, welcome to the roster. Let's hit the showers!)

Standing at The Limit of An Endless Ocean

2011-01-26T07:22:00.002-05:00

Happy Australia Day!!

At Least I'm Gonna Say That I Tried

2011-01-25T07:42:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the delay in the Man Candy again this week. Got sidetracked after a weekend at the mothership. I must say it was a good one. Lunch with a great friend, cake for a pre-birthday celebration for my mom and some down time. But, now that I'm back to the grind, my time got away from me. But, I always make up for it.

Also, I found out today that Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is available! I always love it when a book comes out a little early. So, check it out, the line up is nothing short of amazing!!