Tuesday 30 June 2015

Busy Busy Little Bee



Today is the start of the school holidays for us in Australia. This means 2 weeks of children at home, and a hope that I can finish all I plan to finish.

You see my kids are quite independent, as long as I’m somewhere they can come to, they’ll be happy to do their own thing and leave me to sleep. This is great when it’s rainy but I’m hoping above hope that it will be two weeks of sunshine.  

Even though it’s going to be cold as, especially when at the park we’ll be visiting all week, I’ll rug myself up, take some food and hopefully get some good chunks of writing in.

At a min I can write about 2-3K in one sitting, as I’m forced to sit, it just depends how fast it comes and how cold it is. But in all honesty on the min I want 8K written over these two weeks, plus a few other things.

So here’s what I want to write

An Alphas World: Deep in the Woods

This one I want to submit to a charity anthology which means it needs to be finished by September and I’m not sure if I need to edit it first or not, so I’m planning on the need editing.

I need to start this one

An Alphas World: Taking A Stand

This series is more like a stand-alone series in one world, the only reason this will be number two is because it’ll be published second, and yet… well it will depend on whether on not –anyway.

Am 3.3K into already

They are both paranormal erotica that are dark and dirty

Series: Outside Sanity

This is my sci-fi, it won’t be published until January, but because it’s in my head now, and it’s short I thought now would be a good time to add it.
I’m hoping for angst erotica

I need to start this one

THEN I need to re-read and get ready for editing/proofing

Something Said
My Outside My Inside
Gotta Started Somewhere
Being That For You

and that’s it, I’ll come back at the end of the hols and tell you want I managed to do

Monday 29 June 2015

Cover Beauty



Art sells the book; it’s the first thing we see, and some we’ll buy just from appeal.

 
Artist Anne Cain
Chase the Stars by Ariel Tachna

Saturday 27 June 2015

A Road Worth Travelling - LIVE on Goodreads


A Road Worth Travelling, part 1
(ARWT #1)

Just a simple scattering of ashes, which turned into a fight for their lives.

All Matt wanted was to be home, mourning the loss of his dad in peace. Instead, he found himself on a seven-day trail ride. At least the scenery was good-looking, and yeah, he wasn’t talking the land, but the two cowboys taking them on this merry ride.

Alas, things never go as you hope when your hope is a couch and smoggy air, so when shit hits the fan, Matt ends up on the run. But can the boys stay alive to see their home again?


PHOT DESCRIPTION
Three dirty men smiling like loons while riding their horses through a river in the rain.

Pic

STORY LETTER
Dear Author,

Our group of 3-6 (your choice) college-age friends spend Spring Break roughing it on a trail ride on horseback. Each of us gets what he can carry in his saddle bags (30 lbs/14 kg) and half the load of a pack horse (100 lbs/45 kg each) in food, clothes, and camping gear. Our trail guide and some of the other guest riders are experienced trail riders (gay or straight, male or female). One or two of us are cowboys, but the rest of us are city boys with no experience in the wild or with horses. We are smart, athletic friends, and at least two of us will find first gay love or rekindle m/m romance on a trail fraught with danger, disaster, and memories to last a lifetime.

I hope to read hot, erotic romance, high adventure, and narrow escapes in the seven days of the trail ride. I’m fine with graphic eroticism, ménage (m/m/m), mystery, violence, paranormal, and even shifters in a largely contemporary setting, but would prefer no BDSM. I hope for passionate men, compelling action, and steamy interaction in route to a satisfying climax.

Sincerely,

Jay

STORY INFO
Genre: contemporary
Tags: ménage, adventure, stockmen, masturbation, road trip, public activity, open relationship, grief, phobia
Content Warning: graphic violence
Word Count: 13,450

EVENT: Love is an Open Road 

#MySexySaturday



The 98th week’s theme is Our Sexy Man and need we say more
 
“Fuck, Paul, just do it. Okay!” Matt screamed over his shoulder.
Paul chuckled as he ran a hand up the other man’s back.
Matt was deliciously naked. Glorious and on all fours, begging for a fucking that would have him pass out. Paul knew this. Hell, he relied on it. Some of the hottest sex and most fun he’d ever come across happened with this man, on this bed, and all without strings. Nothing tying him down, suffocating him.
It wasn’t that he was shit scared of relationships, it was just that he had been in one when he was younger, and it had put him off the idea of ever being a part of one again.
Then along came Matt. This cute little man, who stuttered and blushed as he looked up at Paul, and came apart when on the brink. But best of all, who didn’t want anything more than the casual affair they’d been participating in for months.
“Patience,” Paul murmured as he scrapped his nails lightly down Matt’s vertebrae. He watched the skin prickle in their wake.
“Fuck patience! Just slick up and fuck me!” Matt’s words sounded like a threat, even as his body opened up under Paul’s touch.

And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Friday 26 June 2015

April's Interlude


Okay, so I just finished Pickleville #8. Yay! I had a great time writing Caden and Robyn’s story. The book comes out September 15th. Visit my website for current information about the Pickleville series and all my other books.
  
Okay so here’s a little Excerpt of the Lakehouse Security #5. The working title is Persistent Love. This is Aiden’s love. Originally I started writing Mikkel Alvarez’s story. If you all remember from the first book he was the one that took over for Xander guarding Damon Shields, the porn star. I just wasn’t feeling it. After a bit of consultation with an expert (Bronwyn Heeley) I decided I really want to know Aiden’s story. So, here it is.

(Please note that this is an unedited Excerpt)

WIP Excerpt

Aiden felt the truck move under his body, the slight bounce and the tires on pavement as he came too. He could hear Danny in his ear telling him what was being planned but he couldn’t answer back because the fuckers in the front of the van had suddenly gone quiet. They’d hear him if he spoke now.
He could hear the panic in Danny’s voice, “Fucking talk to me, Aiden. You’re scaring me. Locke call Justin. Tell him Aiden when off the grid.”
Aiden shut his eyes at the thought that Justin was the one coming to rescue him. Not that he needed rescuing, he had this under control. Sort of.
He looked over at the guy next to him, still unconscious and Aiden wondered who he was. He had been lying beside Aiden when he came to a few minutes ago. Aiden knew the guy wasn’t dead because he could see his chest move.
God, how the fuck did the assholes in the front get the drop on him. He thought it was over. They shut the compound down, rescued Damon Shields and two other captives. They had been back in Damon’s apartment, regrouping, getting ready to go back home. Aiden wanted to check the mail for any letters, just to make sure.
Check all possibilities. Wasn’t that what Xander was always telling Ryan during training? Don’t leave anything out. You can never be too safe.
Somehow he missed something. One of those fuckers had hit him the back of the head and even now he could feel the ache throughout his head. One of the men he recognized from the compound, he had been there in the background watching the cops take several members away.
Did he have a badge hanging from around his neck? Aiden couldn’t focus long enough to remember. His headache made focusing difficult.
The stupid fools had handcuffed him with standard issue cuffs, like that was going to stop him at all. He had to work slowly so the men in the front didn’t hear him and put him in something he really couldn’t get out of.
“What are we going to do with the big one?” one of the assholes said. Aiden stopped what he was doing and listened. He’d really like to know the answer to that himself, actually.
“Information. Boss wants to know who these guys are and who they work for.”
“How do you know he’s one of them?”
“I saw him at the compound when we were making arrests. Followed him to that apartment.” Well that answered his question about one thing. One of them was definitely a cop. Dirty, but still a cop.
“You going to try out the small one in the back, Ted?” Aiden heard something weird, like displaces air and an impact of skin on skin and then the guys said, “Ouch.”
“You know we’re not allowed to touch without the boss’s permission.  Plus, that little guy ain’t my type. I like the other one better. That one I’ll take if the boss lets me.” Aiden couldn’t wait for the fucker to try and touch him.
“If the boss sold the big one how much do you think he’d bring in?”
“You’re so fucking stupid. Do you think the boss tells me anything about how much money he makes off of those boys’ asses? I only care about the finder’s fee I get,” The cop said.

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