Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Yep, lose the beard, add some fangs and pointed ears, and you've got a pretty good Zetithian there. Love the eyes (they almost look like a cat's just as they are) and the hair. TOTALLY hot!
I'm guest blogging today on Bitten by Books. I hope you'll stop by for a visit!
It just wouldn't be an erotic blogspot without this one, would it?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Chicken with Herbs and Lemon
1 can cream of mushroom soup
Juice of one lemon
1 tsp dried basil
1 tsp dried oregano
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsp black pepper
Place one chicken, cut up (you may want to remove excess skin to lower the fat content) in a baking dish and spread sauce over the top.
Bake uncovered for 2 hours at 350.
This dish makes its own gravy, which you can serve over noodles or potatoes.
PS: I'm also guest blogging on A Book Blogger's Diary today. I'd love to have you visit!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I think it's what I'd have my own slave boys wear if I had any. ;-)
What would you do with your slaves?
I'm guest blogging today on Rhi Reading. Come on over and say hello!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I'm guest blogging today on Literary Escapism. There's also a review of Rogue posted there. I hope you'll all find the time to drop by and post a comment!
. . . If you can tear your eyes away from him long enough to do it. . . .
Monday, February 23, 2009
I hope you'll enjoy this excerpt from How I Spent My Summer Vacation!
After a terrific dinner, we went to Broadway at the Beach. I bought a black T-shirt at Tiki Jim's that said to, Take life with a grain of salt, A slice of lime and A shot of tequila. . . . and I changed into it before we went to one of the clubs. Once there, I got to dance with my two sweet, adorable guys. Both of them. Together. At the same time. Whew! The best part of it was, I actually drew a few envious glares from some of the other girls—and some of them were really hot chicks, too! This was heady stuff for a woman like me, and who could blame me if I forgot to check my watch? Especially when they bought me a few drinks, and we went back to the Jeep and drove off—I have no idea where—and I discovered the joy of oral sex.
It was something I'd never done before, of course, and I'd never heard many other women say too much about it, either—whether they ever did it or if they liked it or anything—so I was unprepared for just how much I did like it.
Chris was driving, and Joey got me in the back with him, taking off his pants and offering me a taste. “It's clean,” he assured me. “I washed it again while you were asleep.”
Oh, it was clean, all right. And so hard and slick and wet that it gleamed in the moonlight. I leaned down and licked the head, finding it to be salty and slippery and warm. I took it into my mouth—just a little at first, and then as much as I could hold. Something told me that every food craving I'd ever had in my life was because I hadn't ever had a chance to have anything like this. . . . Honestly, I believe I could have kept it up for days on end. It smelled good, it tasted good, and it felt good. I was getting wet again, too, and this time I noticed it and knew what it meant! I was a little cramped for space in the back seat of a Jeep, however, and a couple of times, when we hit a bumpy place in the road, I had to let go because I was afraid I was going to hurt him.
“Do you like it?” Joey asked, combing his fingers through my hair.
I was enjoying it, yes, but he probably wouldn't have if I happened to get a tooth into him. I let go of him and sat up. “Yeah. But I think I'd rather do this somewhere more comfortable—and less bumpy. Could we go back to the hotel?”
“Sure. Hey, Chris!” Joey sang out. “Madam would like to go back to the hotel now.”
“What's the matter?” he asked anxiously. “Doesn't she like it?” I thought he sounded a little stressed. Of course, this was undoubtedly due to the fact that if I didn't like sucking Joey's dick, Chris's probably wouldn't get any attention at all.
“I like it fine,” I replied. “Just not in a moving vehicle. I want to get back in that nice, big bed and lay down and eat you guys up. I didn't get my poppers, you know, so I think I should get to choose where I want to eat my dessert.”
“No problem,” Chris said over his shoulder. “I'd like to watch you suck him anyway. That cock of his is a real mouthful, isn't it?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “But very tasty!”
“So are you,” Joey said as he leaned in for a kiss. I thought he was a fabulous kisser, too. Of course, I only had Chris to compare him with, but I liked the way Joey did it best. He had a way of sort of making me melt. I liked the way his penis felt, too, and couldn't seem to keep my hands off of it. It was still oozing that slippery fluid, and I got it all over my hand as I slid my fingers up and down his thick shaft. “Keep that up and I'll come in your hand, baby.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, but I really wanted to come in your mouth.”
I let go of him and moved away. “Then you'd better keep it out of my reach, because I can't seem to resist touching it.”
“You really like all of this, don't you?” he murmured in my ear.
“Yes, I do.” I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer for another kiss. “You are so adorable,” I whispered. “So sweet.” His hair was thick and curly . . . like Ben's. The idea came upon me suddenly; unbidden and damned inopportune.
I wondered what would it be like to kiss Ben this way. Would it be as intoxicating? Would his arms feel as warm and strong? Would he taste the same? Would I have as strong an urge to sit in his lap, sliding the thick length of him inside me? Oh, sure, I'd only done it once, but I knew that once would never be enough. I'd had a taste of it now, and for the first time since we'd met and become friends, I truly understood why Constance did some of the things she did. They were addicting, these men. I'd pretty much decided I wanted one of my own, and it tore my heart in two to think that I might have to settle for one I didn't feel as strongly about. I had Joey in my arms, and he could make me want him, but Ben. . . . Ben, I wanted just from a look and a smile. There was a difference. . . . .
With what I knew now, I could go back to my room, sleep in my bed, and sometime in the night, I could go to him, seeking his kiss, his caress. I'd never wanted anything quite as much, and I knew that from then on, whatever Chris and Joey did with me, I would imagine doing with Ben. And other people would really be annoyed with me now, because it would be even more apparent that I wasn't paying attention to them, that my mind was somewhere else. If anything, I would end up saying less, not more.
My God, what if I left here, went home and never touched another man as long as I lived? How could I bear it? I loved the way the weight of Joey's body pressed against mine. I couldn't help it. I reached for him again, holding his cock in my hands, knowing that I had to get all of this I could before it ended. I'd probably wear them out in the next few days, for I had a lifetime of loving to cram into one short week. I might never have this chance again, and I would take every bit of it that I could.
“Can I say I love you?” I asked suddenly. “I think I need to.”
“You can say anything you want,” he said. “Whether you mean it or not. Do you want me to say it to you?”
“Doesn't matter,” I whispered. “I love you.” Ben. I didn't say the name aloud, but it was hanging there, just out of hearing. I love you, Ben. I'd never said those words before—and would possibly never say them again—but I needed to say them at least once. So I did, but it was Joey who took my kisses and gave me his own. Joey's warm hands on my skin and his thick, hard cock throbbing in my hand, making me wet and slick with desire. Not Ben. Never him. It hurt to think that, and I hated to admit just how much it hurt. I hoped Joey wouldn't notice that I was crying—it would be so hard to explain.
I was so glad I had the two of them there at a time when I couldn't imagine not having someone to hold. How horrible it would have been to have been between a rock and a hard place without anyone to talk to who wasn't a part of my own little world in New York! Granted, they were two complete strangers whom I would probably never see again, but at least they were there to discuss this whole sordid affair with me. For that was how I saw it. It was sordid, bizarre, and incomprehensible. I wanted it all to end, but at the same time, I prayed that it wouldn't.
I tore my lips away from Joey's. “Pull over, Chris!” I shouted, and as he did, I realized I didn't care where we were or who might have seen us. All I cared about was putting Ben out of my mind, if only for a moment or two. I pushed Joey onto his back, and I went down on him, hard. He wanted to be sucked, so, by God, I sucked him. I held his balls in a hand wet with his own syrupy fluid, and I devoured him. Chris was hanging over the seat watching us while Joey groaned in ecstasy.
“When he comes, would you back off and let it hit you in the face?” Chris begged. “I love that!”
Joey, on the other hand, had asked to come in my mouth. So, just who did I have to please in this case? Myself, I decided. I would do both.
“Oh, fuck!” Joey gasped breathlessly as his hips lurched forward. I felt the first burst of fluid on the back of my tongue and jerked my head away to take a direct hit on the cheek. Then I went down on him again, sucking the semen out of his penis as though it would sate every hunger I'd ever had—or ever would have—as long as I lived.
His semen was mildly sweet but with a sharp tang on my tongue. I sucked hard on him as I withdrew, scraping every drop of it from his dick with my lips and tongue before releasing him slowly. When I went back for more, he jerked slightly, and I missed, gasping in ecstasy as the head of his penis slid across the splash of cum on my cheek. Grasping his shaft in my hand to hold it steady, I rubbed it in the semen again, thinking that I'd never felt such an intoxicating caress before. On my lips, my cheek . . . “Oh-h-h-h-h. . . .” I closed my eyes and kept on. I couldn't stop; it was addicting.
I heard another groan, but it wasn't Joey, it was Chris. “I've never seen . . . my turn . . . hurry, please . . . I'm dying. . . .” Which is exactly the way he sounded. I came out of my erotic stupor enough to look up at him. His eyes were wide open in the moonlight, and he was holding his breath as if someone had just stabbed him in the back. It hit me then that I could get more of this stuff out of him. I left Joey and climbed in the front with Chris.
“Please,” he gasped, laying back and exposing his stiffly engorged penis. “It hurts . . . help. . . .”
His cock wasn't as thick as Joey's, and I could slide it further inside my mouth. Not clear down my throat, perhaps, but further. He tasted marvelously good and was pouring out the same slick, salty syrup. It felt good on my skin, but not as good as the other had, though it was every bit as intoxicating. There was something in it, something chemically active that was designed to drive me insane, I think; an aphrodisiac which was more effective than alcohol in releasing whatever inhibitions I might have had. And to think, some women wouldn't do this! They were out of their minds. . . .
The tone of the whole evening had changed, and there was a difference in the way we were this time as opposed to that first experience in the hotel. There, they had both been methodical, coordinated, and almost business-like. They knew what they wanted and how to go about getting it. But out here in the dark beneath the moon, they seemed to have lost all control. Then it occurred to me just why that was; it was because I was in control now. They'd given it to me—and I liked it.
Instead of taking him to the quick completion he probably wanted, I slowed down, teasing him, licking him lightly while I watched his cock quivering with need.
But someone else was watching, too. Joey had recovered enough to sit up and was hanging over the back of the seat, resting his chin on one hand while he stroked my hair with the other. “Try licking his balls,” he suggested.
Chris moaned and writhed beneath me as I backed up and lowered my head. I ran my tongue over him gently, feeling the skin, which had seemed rough at first, turn to silk when moistened with my saliva. He sucked in a lungful of air with a ragged gasp as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and the back of the seat with the other. I could see the fluid from his penis stretching out in long, shining strands to fall and puddle on his stomach, which ballooned out with each breath before becoming rigid as he held it a moment before exhaling with a loud grunt. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was driving him completely nuts.
And speaking of nuts, I decided the time had come to suck one of them, too. They were too big to get both of them in my mouth at once without hurting him, so I chose one at random, and went for it. Chris responded with a strangled, inarticulate sound which seemed to come from somewhere other than the usual source. I heard a little something from Joey, too.
Scooping up the fluid from his skin, I caressed Chris's cock with my slick fingers until I couldn't stand it anymore, either. After that, I did my best to put him out of his misery, alternately kissing and licking him to a climax which shot out an arc of semen that hit me in the face and ran down my neck. It had the same effect that Joey's had, and I went totally wild, enjoying him just as much as I had Joey, until I reached an orgasmic level that simply wouldn't quit.
It took a little while for all of us to shake off the sexual fog we were enveloped in, but, somewhere along the line, my mind cleared enough to remember Jacqueline and Ben, and, rather reluctantly, I asked Chris and Joey to run me back to the hotel ASAP—which they did—but I had a pretty good idea that I was already too late.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm plowing into Hero today. Got a good seven pages written now. Whoo hoo! Only, what, three hundred or so to go? It may be snowing here today, but that June 30th deadline will arrive before I know it.
In the meantime, the snow is lovely, making it the perfect day to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and a nice, hard. . . biscotti.
But not on the deck!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Our publicist reminds us that the Internet is forever, and I don't think I've posted anything I'll be sorry for later. Yes, the pictures are hot, but so are the books, and I don't feel the need to apologize for either of them. There's a warning on this blog, and those who visit here can't say they didn't know what they were getting into.
So I can feel free to say whatever I like up to a point. I'm not ever going to say anything hateful or nasty about anyone, nor will I trade arguments in the comments. I'm expecting people to visit here for entertainment, not enlightenment, and certainly not to pick a fight.
Most men would not approve of the pictures I post, but this blog isn't for them anyway. It's for us girls to enjoy. I know a lot of you are shy about commenting, but that's okay. You can lurk all you like. No one has to know you've been here, but if my books or my blog can give you even a moment of laughter or, as one reader so aptly put it, send you into a sex coma, then I've accomplished my mission: to give women an alternative form of entertainment. It's not for everyone, but for those of us who like a healthy dose of the erotic and the humorous along with their sci-fi, The Cat Star Chronicles series might be just what we're looking for.
Friday, February 20, 2009
He looks like he's in love, doesn't he? Unfortunately, while that particular part of him is quite admirable, he's no Zetithian! The trouble is, you just can't find pictures of that kind of cock on the Internet, and believe me, I've looked!
While I was in Nashville, the lead singer in a band wanted to know what an erotic science fiction romance would be about. For once, not shy--though it was probably the tequila talking--I shouted out: "It's about having sex with aliens!"
While this is perfectly true, it is, perhaps, an oversimplification. But then, shouting down from the upper level of a Nashville honky tonk does not allow one to expound on the virtues of their latest novel in great detail.
Nevertheless, sex with aliens is what I write about. No brag; just fact. If you like that sort of thing, you'll like Rogue because there are not one, but two aliens to choose from, and that's something that a lot of women would dearly love to wrap their heads around.
Another man I spoke with while in Nashville didn't think I could make him blush. LOL! If he only knew. . . .
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Now that vacation is over, I'll be busy with promotions for Rogue and trying to get started on Hero. I've gotten some more ideas from movies and a few guys I noticed on the stage and the dance floor in Nashville, but just how it will play out as I write is anyone's guess.
The first stop on the Rogue blog tour is today on Romance Junkies. I hope you'll stop by!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I'm looking forward to returning to Nashville for the RWA conference next year and already know some places I'd like to see again. I have also made a vow to buy a line dancing instructional DVD so I can get out on the dance floor and not look any stupider than an overweight fiftysomething woman ordinarily would. Got a great massage from an oriental guy who spoke very little English, went to an oxygen bar, which was interesting, and I will surely try to go back to see paulschic at the outlet store.
It's raining here and cold and I'd like nothing better than to stay curled up in bed with a book and a cup of tea, but I must start packing now.
Besides, my sweetie is waiting for me. . . .
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I also signed all the copies of Rogue and Warrior at the Opry Mills Mall Barnes & Noble in Nashville yesterday. It was great fun being there with all my best friends this time. I must admit, it still makes me nervous to do it, but I'm a big girl, so I should be able to take it, right?
I've bought new clothes for the RWA convention at the outlet malls here and gotten some free publicity from my buddies telling everyone from salesladies to the boys in the band about my books. Not sure what they all make of that, but, who knows, it might sell a few books!
Next year the RWA convention will be in Nashville, so I'm doing my best to learn my way around the city so I won't get lost when I'm here by myself.
We've got one more day here before we head for home on Wednesday. We watched a ton of movies while we were relaxing at my friend Suzie's family's vacation home at Dale Hollow Lake, and I'll have to say, of them all, PS I Love You was the best. Very sweet and romantic, but funny, which is just the way I like my movies and my novels. Add a touch of the erotic and a bit of mystery, and you've got the perfect blend, in my opinion. There has been a dearth of good romantic comedies lately, and though this one had a very sad premise, it still had plenty of humor--and adorable men! With Gerard Butler, Harry Connick Jr(who is, IMHO, adorable) and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, you really can't go wrong!
So, how about you? Any favorite leading men or movies lately? I need inspiration for that next book, so bring 'em on!
Monday, February 16, 2009
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Rogue is amazing romance adventure that takes a reader on a fascinating journey that explores the senses. Ms. Brooks has the astounding talent of world building for each and every book of this series and so far the results are incredible.
This story is told in first person POV, following the courageous Kyra as she ventures off world for the first time on a life changing mission: to teach piano. Because this is told in Kyra’s words, I learned the same time as she did about the new world she ends up on and the strange inhabitants of Darconia. Well, they think she’s strange too because she’s totally different from them. You see, they are lizards but as the story goes along you start seeing them the way Kyra does – as people. I forgot that they were lizards after awhile because their emotions and feelings were not unlike my own. Ms. Brooks has Kyra embracing her new students and in doing so discovers hidden depths and talents thought to be impossible. The heroine is a catalyst that shakes up the status quo and the excitement left me turning pages at a fast clip.
The brothers Trag and Tychar are exceptional men who have been slaves for a long long time and have become resigned to their fate. They even have a sense of humor about it all. They are a major source of steamy possibilities and for a bit I wasn’t’ sure which brother was going to get his HEA. I enjoyed their passion and their talents in the bedroom and out. Both Trag and Tychar are strong characters with the ability to be gentle and earnest with Kyra. At one part, one of them broke my heart.
There is a vast array of secondary characters that enhance the story. Zealon is one of Kyra’s students and plays a sweet and surprising role. In fact, Ms. Brooks tackles alien politics, prejudice, and unconventional sex with a deft hand. Every twist and turn pulled me deeper into the story and I was filled with hope that all would be resolved in a way that Kyra’s romance would not be the only ‘happily ever after’.
As I’ve come to expect with Ms. Brooks’ talent, her sense of humor and sense of the silly is alive and well in Rogue. She had me giggling when it was revealed that a fast food chain in space is just as addictive as it is here on Earth. I challenge anyone who reads this story to keep a straight face about it. There’s even a pratfall moment that is not only critical but hysterically funny and I expect the cause will leave you snickering as it did me. That mental image was pure genius.
Rogue is a story chock full of witty and fast moving dialogue, unique and diverse characters, hot sex (one during which your heart strings are tugged) and alien politics sure to please the sci-fi fan inside the reader. I think you will laugh, fall in love with an alien or two, and be truly agog at the richness Ms. Brooks brings to her worlds as two people find their HEA in the most unexpected of places.
*Cheryl breathes deep sigh of relief* Some things make it all worthwhile. . . .
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I'm about to go on vacation, so, depending on the connectivity where I'm going, there may or may not be blogs for a while. I'll be back on Feb 19th, and I'm sure you'll all miss me dreadfully. LOL! You can't fool me! What you'll be missing is the hunks! Maybe I'll post a few in advance so you won't get lonely. Until then, while I'm in Tennessee, I might find a hunky cowboy like our friend here to buy drinks for.
While I'm gone, I will probably begin work on Hero, the last book in the Cat Star Chronicles series. I want it to be funny, action-packed, fast-paced, and over-the-top sexy. Think I can do it? Don't know, but I'll give it a shot. It's got one thing the other books haven't got, by the way, the heroine will be Zetithian. That's right, the HEROINE. You'll finally get to meet one of the fabulous feline femme fatales whose sexual disinterest was responsible for the super-romantic attributes of the males. She's a heart-breaker without even trying, but when she meets up with Trag, the Zetithian pilot for a ship of gun runners, her long-buried sexuality will finally begin to emerge. She's on the run from the ultimate bad guy; the one who is responsible for the destruction of Zetith and is still paying the bounty on the survivors, but together with Trag and some other old friends, the badass is about to get his comeuppance!
In the meantime, all of you Zetithian cultists out there be sure to get your copy of Rogue to keep you warm while I'm gone. Trust me, you'll be sizzling by the end. . . .
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
But those are the times I dream. I'd been looking at pictures for the blog earlier that evening--the one posted here being one of them--so such things were on my mind, but the dream I had wasn't sexy at all, but it is one that I intend to use when I write Hero.
That happened once before when I was trying to write a synopsis for it. I'd been stressed, racking my brains for ideas, and finally, it came to me, not so much in a dream as it was in waking up and finding the story playing out in my head like a movie.
I didn't jump out of bed and write either of them down, but played with them in my mind, examining the scenes and deciding what I needed to to do fit them into the story. The most recent dream turned out to be one that would occur early in the book, and would help give the reader a better idea of my heroine's personality. The setting was perfect, and the background very detailed.
Once again, leaving my brain alone was what it took to get it to function properly. I keep forgetting that. . . .
Monday, February 9, 2009
It made me wonder if someone wasn't trying to tell me something. My last royalty statement arrived having already been opened—fortunately, there wasn't a check in it—and once I found the printed pages of Warrior hanging from a post by my mailbox in a Walmart bag because the delivery man (whose company shall remain nameless) didn't know where my house was and left it in town with one of my neighbors. She's apparently delivered more than one package to our house for this reason. I'd call someone and complain—UPS knows where I live and even told the Terminix man how to find me once, so I'm not impossible to locate—but I'm not sure it's worth the trouble.
It’s been almost exactly two years since I mailed my first submission to Sourcebooks. There have been ups and downs since then; moments of thrilling excitement, and moments of screaming frustration. I read an article in the latest issue of RWR about the money aspect of writing, and, with the exception of a few points, could have written it myself—now—but I was clueless when it first began. These are things everyone should know before embarking on a new career, but the money side of publishing seems very hush-hush. Just why that is, I don't know, but perhaps it's to avoid scaring off too many would-be writers. Still, I think it's always best to know what you're getting in to before you commit to something. I think most people searching for a publisher are willing to agree to anything, and there have been articles written advising writers not to sell themselves too cheaply just to get their names on the cover of a book. The truth is that huge advances are seldom offered, and even when you do sell, those royalties don't find their way into your bank account overnight.
Not every book has the potential to be a bestseller, in fact, most of them aren't. Publishers must be cautious; money is tight and reading is not the pastime it once was. Movies, television, and now, the Internet, have all taken a bite out of the publishing market. It's unfortunate, but not surprising. Reading takes some effort on the part of the reader, while watching TV takes only the energy required to keep your eyes open.
When one's power goes off, however, it's the books that can still be used for entertainment. The recent deluge of snow and ice that paralyzed several states is proof of that. With her power off for several days, my sister finally found the time to read Warrior—with a flashlight—and I'm sure she wasn't alone.
Fortunately for those of us who write and are published, there will always be those who like to read as well as surf the Net. My hat is off to those of you who devour a book in a day or two. We authors need more of you in order to survive, but with the distractions of today's world, it's often difficult to find the time to read. Our lives are hectic and we find ourselves chasing our tails most of the time, but a little time spent flying off to another place and time is time well spent, and curling up with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate is one of the few quiet joys of modern life. In today's stress-filled world, we need more of those.
Of course, there are always hunks. . . .
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Which brings up a question: Do you look at books on the bottom shelf if you're just browsing and aren't looking for a specific book? Does location matter? I think it does. I'd like to think I was impartial, but books at eye level are the ones I tend to look at, rather than those I have to stoop down to see. My bad knees could be responsible for my prejudice, but I have a feeling I'm not alone. A friend of mine was looking for Warrior in that very same store and didn't see it, even though she knew it was probably there--and she's a bit shorter than I am, too.
They say Amazon puts books on an even footing, but anytime I've ordered books from them, I was looking for a specific title or author, not browsing. I'm sure there's a way to browse--and if you go alphabetically by author, you'd come to Cheryl Brooks before, say, Nora Roberts--though I've never done it. It's more democratic than the stores, but those books that are on their own little stand or on the tables in the front of the store have to outsell those that are buried in the stacks, though they probably would anyway.
I should quit worrying about it and let the chips fall where they may. Sales aren't everything. Writers write. Period. I was writing long before I was published, and I enjoyed doing it. I still do, and probably always will. Nuff said.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I joined Facebook last night. It's even more time-consuming than blogging! I've been chatting with my son today, and he is very proud that I've joined. I've probably talked more with him today than I have since he went back to Purdue after the Christmas break.
I've written all but three of the guest blogs I'm signed up for, but think I should take a break from that because they're starting to sound the same. Of course, I am talking about the same book, so it's understandable, but I think I need to look at it with fresh eyes. I've been sitting here writing stuff for the past two days and my eyes are starting to glaze over. It's more fun writing a book.
This blog post is getting out of hand. I need to start writing my next book, but my friend Marie suggested I take some time off. It feels weird not writing; guess I'm hooked on it now. Maybe it's time to post another recipe. I had a guest blog ask for one, so I sent my white chicken chili recipe. It's pretty darn good.
I think I'm getting cabin fever. Going to Indy tomorrow and I might stop by my B&N and see if they have Rogue yet. Thanks to those of you dedicated readers out there who are already digging into it and have emailed me. I can't believe it's coming out so soon! I don't even have a cover for the next book and I wish I did because I feel like I should start promoting it now! There is a short excerpt in the back of Rogue, but it was still a work in progress when Rogue went to the printers, so there isn't a whole lot there. That was a problem with trying to write them so fast. One thing on top of another, and I just had to back off for a bit.
Guess I should just post a hunk and be done with it. I prefer them less muscled--and with faces!--but this one did catch my eye. Maybe it's what you can't see that intrigues me. . . .
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I guess the old axiom that the girls all get prettier at closing time is true of hunks, as well. After one glass of wine, they all start to look good. I added so many to my collection just now that I had to post two of them. Now, do you want to go fishing, or swimming? How about a little of both?
I'm going to Tennessee for a little R&R next week, so there will probably be some days of silence here at the blog. I just hope the ice has melted and everyone has their power back on by then--for their sakes as well as my own. Summer can't come quickly enough this year. I'm not what you'd call snowed in, but the next step after snow is mud.
Now, there are few things I like less than mud, and I think the only one is freezing rain, which all you folks in Kentucky can probably relate to right now. There was an ice storm when I was in high school that had our power off for three days. That was back in the 70's, but I don't think I'll ever forget it until my dying day, and I'm sure there are plenty of younger folks who will remember this one just as vividly.
Well, must go now and write some more blogs for Rogue. There will be several coming up later this month, and the schedule is posted on my website, cherylbrooksonline.com
Monday, February 2, 2009
In spite of the weather, a bit of springtime beauty did come my way this past Friday in the form of my author's copies of Rogue. No daffodil could be more beautiful than they are, and I must admit, I'm rather fond of daffodils. I'm totally smitten with the cover, and so far, those who have read it have been smitten with the inside of the book, too.
I'm also told that there are already copies in some Barnes & Noble stores. Now, I haven't seen that with my own two eyes, but if you're dying for a book of your own, you might check your local store. Who knows? You just might get lucky.
Unfortunately, all the promotional blogs, interviews, etc., are scheduled for later this month and the first week of March. Not sure how this will play out in terms of sales, but there's not a whole lot I can do about that now except to tell you that if you thought one Zetithian was fun, wait until you see what a blast a piano teacher from Upper Sandusky can have with two of them--and, trust me, she does have fun!
So, get your copy ASAP and then prepare to have your socks knocked off when you read The Cat Star Chronicles: Rogue!