Just in time to completely miss the holidays!

Cy Gets a Sex Demon is available in paperback at Amazon!

Smut is so hard to one-size-fits-all anyway.

It’s that time!

Cy Gets a Sex Demon has burst forth like a Klingon software release!

Or…not. But it could if it wanted to!!!

Cy Gets a Sex Demon is available at Amber Allure. All the sex and snark expected plus added wax play!

*bounce*

The paperback version is going to take a while to wing its way up to the frozen north, but soon I shall clutch it in my hot little hands!

Free Castoffs!

Castoffs’s contract has expired and I thought I would put it up on my website here:

Castoffs

If you like it, please consider purchasing the remaining books in the series (featuring my OTP, Vision/Hanz) available here:

At Loose Id

Rules

I hate them.

Who doesn’t, right?

And writing rules are the worst.

But man, are they important.  This past week I went through Wrecked and have been deleting the verb to be.  Which is such a fussy, little, tiny, almost invisible change, but making 10-20 little tiny changes per page makes the page stronger and more accessible.

At the Calgary con, one of the editors was talking about being in the 95 percentile for just being able to format and spell on a page.  but getting from the 95 to the 99 percentile is such a huge, gaping chasm.

It’s tiring.  But I think this story is worth it.

Names

I suck at them.  Really, really suck at them.

A good friend named all the vampire books and the series itself.  She should have had to, the books were written for her as a birthday present.  Well, the first one.  The rest followed a young henchman named Vision who was a minor character, at best, in her birthday present.  She’s a total Janus-freak.  Me, give me the push/pull relationship between Vision and Hanz any, any, any day.

So, yeah.  She’s always been my namer.  If it were up to me, Pulse would have gone to the press as ZOMG ZOMBIES!!! and the Vampire Regency Rent Boys would be in a fairly fancy font.  I’m not entirely sold on the name ‘Wrecked’ as a full novel. It was about the only thing that remained from the original 18,000 word short story that didn’t start, go anywhere or end well.

Cy Gets a Sex Demon was the only working title I think I’ve ever kept from start to finish.

Cy Gets a Sex Demon

Cy Gets a Sex Demon coming out November 29th, and the print version will come out 2-3 weeks after that. Yay! I have so much love for Cy. It’s set in Calgary, but in a Calgary where the water building across from the Stampede grounds is the evil world empire headquarters (a fact we squee about everytime we drive past it to the girl’s mom and dad) and put a demon brothel under the Korean restaurant on 11th. Really, though, it’s the fact that Chicken on the Way’s french fries taste good even when they are cold that puts this into the urban fantasy genre, and not the sidhe, Pan or the fact that you just can’t lie to Cy.

I’ve been mad at work on Wrecked, and I’m so thrilled to say everything is tied up in it but for the boys just one last time.  With Cy finding a home and Wrecked moving from the WIP pile to WIR, I can start on my Vampire Regency Rent Boys.  Because, really, the world needs more of those.

Conventions, yay!

Con-Version was great! It started out rough, what with the car breaking down and the diesel leak across all of Deerfoot, shutting it down to not even a crawl, I ended up being 7 minutes late for my panel with Tanya Huff on GLBT characters in spec fic. It rocked.

The erotica panel afterward was fun, too.

Saturday and Sunday were a blur of bestest friends ever and con buddies of yore. And there were some panels.

I am one scene away from finishing Wrecked and on the way back from Con, I went from OMG, brain empty, no more stories! to a fantastic plot and characters OMG, can’t wait to finish Wrecked to start. Then, after I pitched it to my editor, I got an email back from the editor who had Cy Gets a Sex Demon and it sold!

I’ll have to finish Regency Vampire Rent-Boys (actually for once, just a working title) before working on The Care and Feeding of Sex Demons and Only Sex Demons Can Prevent Forest Fires.

Oh. MyGOD.

The boys have had penetrative sex, with each other, in a bed, and then gone to sleep.

The sex scene itself is almost 4000 words long. The sex scene starts on page 95 and goes until page 101. Wrecked, as it is now, is 54,815 words long.

I’m so done for the day. I feel positively exhausted. Last night, Wrecked was 48,000 words and I thought I’d be lucky if I broke 50,000 words today.

In other news, we no longer have a dining room, but a towering box of moving boxes that I did not have a huge amount to do with.

But my boys have had sex *with* each other so I’m happy. If very, very sore.

What’s a writer like you doing in a genre like this?

Elisa reviews Studs and Spurs

And at first she doesn’t get why I’d write a cowboy western.

Which is sad, because I’ve grown up in a small town with horses in the back forty for most of my formative years.  I grew up going to horse shows and barrel racing. Some of my best friends actually like Country music (and, in total disclosure, I don’t leave the room when it comes on)!

My heart lies with gothic vampires who live to screw each other over, but my roots are covered in hay seed. 

Why I’m not writing:

Well, for some reason the picture didn’t copy.  But imagine if you will a ginormous needy tabby cat.

We’re packing to move to our new house, and if there is one thing Mr. Man hates, it’s packing.  And when he feels insecure, it always means 18 pounds of tabby usually between me and whatever medium I’m trying to write in.

Plus, it’s almost impossible to write sexy scenes when my spleen feels like it’s about to be punctured by pokey, pokey toes.

*puts cat down, again*