| A snippet from Chef on Chef, a Spice it Up story |
[23 May 2009|01:49pm] |
My new release from Torquere!
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1984
blurb: Kierny Sullivan is a celebrity chef whose career has already peaked. Tyler Sullivan is more the next big thing. As an up and coming chef, Tyler was Kierny's protégé, and lover. When Tyler used Kierny to get ahead of the game, though, things went horribly wrong, and the animosity between them survives every attempt at reconciliation.
Then they get an offer to do a show together that neither one of them can refuse, and Tyler has a new scheme. He wants Kierny back in the worst way, and will stop at nothing to get the big-name chef back, including just telling the truth. Can Kierny and Tyler work out a deal?
here we go!
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An hour later, Kierny was on his way home for some much needed space, the CD player in the car pumping out AC/DC. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel, his head bobbed, and he thought he was perfectly all right with the world until he found himself reaching for his mobile phone.
Naturally, he'd programmed Tyler's number into it already.
Sighing, Kierny gave in to the inevitable and hit the voice command button on his hands free. "Call Tyler."
The phone beeped and booped, then rang, and he almost hung up. The only thing that kept him from doing it was that he wanted to give Tyler a piece of his mind.
"Hello?"
Ah, Tyler had given him a personal number. Perfect. "McMurphy. How dare you try to weasel out on me."
"What? Who… Kierny?" The utter disbelief in Tyler's voice was a little deflating.
"Yes. You can't back out on the charity deal."
"Why not? You don't want me to do it, and the kid wants you."
"There's a contract." It sounded so silly to say that, but it was the best thing he could come up with.
"Well, whoop-dee-doo." The drawl in Tyler's voice became far more pronounced.
"Tyler…"
"I tell you what, Kierny. You come to my place to talk on it, and maybe I'll stay in."
"Your place -- are you mad?" No. That was absolutely out of the question.
"Nope. Face to face or not at all." Tyler rattled off an address and rang off, making Kierny grind his teeth.
Before he forgot the address, though, he punched it into his GPS.
"Little prick," Kierny muttered, even while he followed the directions the tinny little voice spouted at him.
"Turn left," the car answered.
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| morning y'all! |
[20 May 2009|09:47am] |
man, I'm moving slow today. I mean, I'm posting before noon, which is great, but I'm not caffienated enough...
Looks like it's Julia day today
So what should I do? Sing? Dance? Write?
how's y'all?
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| New Sip and a rec! |
[29 Apr 2009|04:26pm] |
hey y'all!
My newest Sip is called Sit Up and Beg, and it's a fun little piece about a captured werewolf and a latent werecat. Killian has been captured by one bad dude, and Evan wants to help him escape. These boys will also feature in my next Sip, Sit Pretty.
Here's an excerpt!
"Sit up and beg."
"You're crazy," Killian said, fingers dancing in the air just over the collar wrapped around his neck. "I'm a werewolf, not a pet."
The collar was driving him fucking crazy. It had to weigh several pounds, and it was like those radio collars so-called scientists put on wild animals. More like sadists. Let's make the animal stand out from all the other animals so it's ostracized and killed!
That wasn't the purpose of Killian's collar. His was more like one of those sci-fi series shock collars. Misbehave and get electrocuted. Or at least fried like a hairy sausage.
No, his collar was designed to kick his ass if he tried to get loose.
The guy who had finally appeared in front of the cage his kidnappers had put him in smiled. "I guess you are, at that. At least for now. These guys? They want to make you a fighting dog. A human pit bull, if you will."
"These guys?" Killian eyed the big man, noting the faded jeans and button-down shirt, the strapped on shoulder-holster. "What are you?"
"I'm just hired security."
"Hired…" Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Anyone who could work for the guys who'd taken him as a hired gun would probably only respond to one thing. Money. That was a commodity that Killian was flat out of.
"Yep." The guy nodded, blue eyes twinkling. Maybe glinting. A glint was more shark-like, right?
"Well. Stop taunting the captive, Mr. Security."
"But it's so much fun!" The guy tilted his head. "And it's Evan."
you can buy it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1945
I also want to recommend a Sip by my bud, Dallas Coleman
It's called One More Word, and it has a hot damned cowboy in it. Hot. Hot hot.
find it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1944
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| new release from Changeling! |
[10 Apr 2009|07:17pm] |
new Changeling Release
The third and last book in the Cat House series is out! It's called Cat Fancy, and it's Layla's story. A m/m/f menage!
Here's the link: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1128
Here's the blurb:
Layla is great at matchmaking among her friends and with the patrons at the Cat House, but she’s not so good at finding someone to call her own. Now she has two big male werecats doing renovations on her club, and she thinks she has an embarrassment of riches.
Aaron and Jamie have a good thing going, but they believe that sharing makes it even better. They think Layla might be just the kind of pleasure they want to mix with their business, and they’re ready to take what they want. Can Layla choose between them, or will she even have to?
Want to read a snippet? Sure you do! ( woo )
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| new Sip from Torquere! |
[29 Dec 2008|09:00pm] |
hey y'all!
I have a new Sip out called Wolfy Resolutions, which is a New Year Sip featuring a werewolf who wants a new man...
Cage really doesn't want to attend his demon roommate's New Year's party. He's been dumped, and he knows his friend is trying to set him up, which is strictly against his New Year's resolutions. Then he meets Barney, and decides maybe his roommate is on to something, trying to get him to hook up with a new, young, and very hot werewolf in town. Will Cage decide to rewrite his resolutions?
find it here!
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1726
( have an excerpt )
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| new release! |
[11 Dec 2008|04:05pm] |
5'O'clock Bar has just been released by Torquere Press!
The 5 O'clock is a fictional bar just outside of Denver, and it's the brainchild of me, Sean Michael, Chris Owen and BA Tortuga
We wrote it as a Turn of the Screw serial, and it features lots of neat boys each with their own chapter, or set of chapters. I did two sets of working class boys, Hector and Wally and Sam and Mac. Hector has lost in love a lot, and he has no idea his buddy Wal has been looking a long time. There's more to Wally than meets the eye, and Hector will be happy to explore it all. Sam and Mac meet over a fistfight at the 5'Oclock, and man do sparks fly.
You can buy it in paperback or ebook! http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1674
here's a wee bit of Sam and Mac
( for length and maybe a wee NWS )
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| New Release: An Itch to Scratch |
[08 Oct 2008|11:35am] |
I have a new book out from Torquere Press! It's up here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1535
Here's the info: (btw, it's a prequel to the Werewolf Code, which came out earlier in the year)
Deke has a terrible itch to scratch. He's a werewolf looking for a safe place to get his addiction on; Deke loves to feed vampires. When he finds himself at Bloodrose, an exclusive club that caters to supernatural creatures, Deke thinks he might be at the right place, somewhere he can find a kindred spirit.
Kasey is the vampire who ends up sponsoring Deke at Bloodrose, knowing that he has to have Deke for his own. The heat between them is immediate, but it's sharing the small details of their lives that makes Kasey and Deke think they might have something special together. Can they find a way to scratch Deke's itch?
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( Here's the excerpt! )
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| A new book! |
[03 Sep 2008|11:40am] |
Chris Owen and I got a wild hair a long time ago and decided to write kinky cops. Problem was, we got busy, and they got forgotten.
Then one day Chris said, "Hey, remember the guys?"
I did. Horny cops. Cute, hairy dog named Jeepers. Bad undercover situation.
It's glorious in its freakiness!
Good Cop, Bad Cop by Chris Owen and Julia Talbot
Cody is a cop with a mission. He's the point of contact for another cop, one working deep undercover in an organized crime group. Thing is, Pete is not at all what he expects in a partner. Pete's a little reckless, a lot hot, and probably not as careful as he ought to be when it comes to rendezvous with his contact.
Pete thinks Cody is pretty darned hot. Cody's a little reserved, a little afraid to let his macho side out, but Pete is more than happy to help Cody assert himself, even if it costs him his concentration on the job sometimes. When Pete runs into some serious danger, though, he has to hope Cody will come through for him. Will Pete and Cody live to tell the tale of their undercover adventures?
Get it here!
http://www.torquerebooks.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1452
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| new orleans hat shop |
[16 May 2008|03:00pm] |
Oh, y'all. Most of you who know me, know I love hats. See Icon
So, when in NOLA for Saints and Sinners, I went to this place:
http://www.frenchquarter.com/shopping/fleurdeparis.php
The hats were amazing. I tried on hundreds. They laughed and helped. They tried to get me to buy, but not in a hardsell way. They hand make their hats.
I drooled
I almost cried over the one with the rolled down brim in purple with lots of feathers
it was 600.00
Sigh
If only I could justify 600.00 for a hat that I would wear once a year.
I can buy approximately 40 gimme caps at PBR (bullriding, you know) events for that. Which I don't feel bad about cowboys taking a sharpie to.
But y'all. If you get a chance to go to Fleur de Paris in New Orleans? Go. Be amazed
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| some authorlt ponderings |
[16 May 2008|12:17pm] |
reviews are a funny thing. Some days, as a writer, they're infuriating. Some days, they're uplifting. Some days? They just amuse the heck out of you.
Today is one of those amused days. I have been taken to task lately for writing short fiction. I have been taken to task for putting tarot card meanings in a story that was a Turn of the Screw serial story, where every chapter starts with a new tarot card. Apparently as a whole book, that's "annoying". Fair enough, I guess. Also to be fair, the reviewer said lovely things about the first half of the book, and had valid complaints about the second half. I've been slammed for my lack of historical detail in my historicals, which is also fair. I clearly subscribe to the Johanna Lindsey historical camp, not the Colleen McCullough. However, I have to resist the urge to point out Tomb of the God King, and my Opal birthstone, Offerings, which none of my historical critics have read.
Now, lest you think I never see a good review, I'm thrilled to send folks to look at the latest, one from Joyfully Reviewed for Mysterious Ways http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/May08/mysteriousways.JT.html
And a lovely one from Rainbow Reviews for Mountain Trails, another Turn of the Screw turned Screwdriver, which I worried would be taken badly, but the reviewer GOT what I was going for and it made me squee to see: http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=254
So thank you to both Nanette and Marame
SO
What do y'all think as readers? Do reviews help you decide on which books to buy? Do you read them? Are they more often in line with what you think of the book, or out of line.
Also, what do you like in a "historical"? I'm curious to know how many readers read Kathleen Woodowiss as a teenager and loved her and or read Amanda Quick and think she's rad, or how many of you were out there reading someone like Colleen McCullough and drooling over hundreds of pages of the everyday business of Rome, which no matter what you think of her, she does really well? (I think both are valid, btw, and am not saying one is better than the other. I just know what *I* like, you know?)
Talk to me, peeps! If I get enough answers, I'll probably collate it for the Torquere Blog as a guest blogger!
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| new Arcana and a meme |
[09 Mar 2008|05:41pm] |
I have a new Arcana out at Torquere Press!
It's based on the Moon tarot card, and it's called the Werewolf Code. Deke is a werewolf. Kasey is a vampire. Together they run a detective agency, and they're about to take on a case that's nothing but trouble. Danger! Hot boys! Biting! Go look!
www.torquerebooks.com look for Julia Talbot!
and now a meme, as I have done so little here lately
( stolen from elisa_role )
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| bad reviews |
[22 Feb 2008|07:07pm] |
One of the worst thing a writer can do is read their own reviews.
Oh, sure, when they're good, they lift you up, make you want to write more. But when a reader review comes through and tells you more than once that your bestselling book is flat and lifeless, when these are your best characters ever, well...
It makes me want to scream and have a tantrum and run away
It's ridiculous. I know it. I've sold more than 5000 copies of this book. I've gotten hundreds of emails begging for more. Two readers who wouldn't read it again. Two. And it made me just want to cry.
In better news, these same characters will appear in a short story soon, in an anthology from Torquere Press.
So if you like the Thatchers, keep an eye out!
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| sits and stares |
[21 Feb 2008|07:31pm] |
ack and stuff.
been busy, busting out the fiction. I have a lot of stuff coming out soon. whee
for now, though, I want to thank all of the readers who've been giving me such great feedback lately. It makes my day to get an email saying that someone was touched by books.
Hugs all around
J
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| a snippet from nothing but trouble |
[27 Jan 2008|07:48pm] |
"You're staring at me, son," Bryce Lanyon said, jingling his bound hands in front of him. His wrists were damned sore, and his shoulders weren't much better. He'd hand the manacles on for nigh on three days, since they'd caught him with that little actor just outside of Santa Fe.
The kid, who was probably only a few years younger than his own twenty-eight years but was still somehow a kid, shook his head and turned to look out the window.
"Sorry."
"Well, no need to apologize, I reckon. I must be somethin' pretty unusual for a small town deputy."
A well-known bank robber on his way to Texas to stand trial… Well, that had to be something to a small town deputy in Socorro. Something big. The horses needed a rest, and the Marshals were right decent about putting him up in a hotel room while they drank and whored the night away.
The deputy was his sole guard for the night. It was gonna be a long one if all they did was stare at each other.
Sliding down on the straw ticking, Bryce pulled his hat down over his eyes, hoping the kid would take the hint.
Too bad the deputy took his motions as an invitation to stare some more. Bryce could feel those pale blue eyes like a touch, boring right into him. Lord, lord.
"You're still staring."
"I ain't never heard tell of a man doing what they say you done," the kid said, shifting in his creaky chair.
Bryce raised his head, peering from under the brim of his hat. "Well, now, I admit, I done held up more banks than most, but I ain't that—"
"Not that." Those tanned cheeks went bright red. "The other."
Ah. Well, that explained a lot. "You mean fucking a man like a woman." He wasn't one for pussyfooting about.
available at www.torquerepress.com
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| Playing Catch Up - New Books! |
[27 Jan 2008|11:40am] |
I have a new Sip out called Nothing But Trouble, about an old west bank robber and a very curious deputy. I also have a Single Shot Classic release this week. Remembering Pleasure is a Victorian historical, a short tale of a bored peer and his new stable master, who has a few new tricks up his sleeve.
Find them both at www.torquerebooks.com
I'll post some excerpts today!
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| Con appearance |
[01 Nov 2007|03:38pm] |
I'll be at Celebrate Romance in late February, and they've asked us to spread the word now! It's in Columbia SC, and they have keynote speakers like Sabrina Jeffries!
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| Happy Halloween! |
[31 Oct 2007|08:21pm] |
happy halloween!
Here's a bit of my Halloween Sip! It's called Grimoire Erato and it's available at www.torquerebooks.com
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The book smelled like pine and sage, which shouldn't surprise him, the way his uncle had spread the herbs about. Kelly had expected it to smell kinda… musty. The more natural tang of spice was a pleasant surprise.
"Well, old man," he said out loud, just to hear someone talk. "Let's see what was so all fired special about this one that you didn't share it."
The letters swam a little at first. He liked his languages dead, he would admit, but it had been a long while since he'd read Latin. Hell, this was worse. It was a combination of Latin and archaic Greek.
"Every well-educated young man should read French, Latin and Greek," Uncle Noel had told him not long after Kelly's mom and dad had died in a freak snowstorm. They'd been cross-country skiing.
His eight year-old self had scoffed. "Does that mean I get a grand tour of Europe when I'm old enough, too?"
Noel's blue eyes had danced. "If you behave."
Kelly had soon learned that Noel always kept his promises, and he'd been sent off on a backpacking tour of Europe when he turned eighteen. Noel had given him a Eurailpass and enough money to last two months if he was frugal.
It had been the time of his life.
Sighing, rubbing his eyes, Kelly focused back on the book, reading some of it out loud, just for the fun of it. "A lonely man should sacrifice a cock, if what he desires leads him to this path, and should offer the flesh to the one bound to serve, to receive his earthly reward. He should read from the book at the longest hour, and light the fire that will bring him the thing he needs above all else."
Right. Lord, what a crock of shit.
Kelly closed the book and finished off his brandy, just as the old grandfather clock struck midnight thirty. Well, there was the longest hour, huh? Cackling, Kelly climbed to his feet to refill his brandy, and the fire laid out in the fireplace caught his eye. Oh, hell, why not? He lit the kindling, watching it spring to life like it never did when he actually needed a fire.
He didn't have a cock to sacrifice, but maybe he'd jack off when he went to bed. Just to see what the old book had up its leather jacket.
Which was probably not a damned thing.
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| many things |
[07 Sep 2007|04:53pm] |
I have a Sip out at Torquere!
It's called Crash and Burn, and it's about Danny the motocross rider, and his assistant Todd. When Danny's life starts to crash, can he and Todd find a way to burn?
Also, I have a Birthday Candle up on the Torquere Anniversary page! My day is 3
And if you haven't found out about the scavenger hunt, your chance is now!
you can find it all at www.torquerepress.com
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| a little excerpt |
[26 Aug 2007|09:21pm] |
from Rock Bottom: The Ten of Swords, my recent Arcana from Torquere Press. These boys were a departure and yet not for me. Colorado boys, outdoorsy, but they have built in angst...
Enjoy ;) Find it here: http://www.torquerepress.com/fiction/rockbottom.html
***
A smile broke out on Gus' face. "Yeah. I know. Can we go home?"
Shit. Was that good or bad? "Of course."
"I want to say thank you," Gus said, eyes meeting his, dark green and serious. "And I can't here."
"Oh… Right. Let me pay the bill."
It was unbelievable how hot it was to pile into the Jeep and kiss each other, right there in the parking lot. How long had it been since they'd done shit like that? Too damned long.
"Home, man. Home," Gus said, panting, hands on his shoulders.
"Home."
They both got back in their own seats, and Mitch gunned it, heading back to the trailer fast enough to get them a ticket. Luckily, he knew the back roads well enough that they missed out on that, sliding into the gravel drive like falling rock into a mudslide, the Jeep rocking on its springs.
Tumbling out, they ran hand in hand up the little steps and pushed inside, Gus turning him to kiss him, lips slamming down on his.
So good. It had been so damned long. Mitch didn't dare hope this meant anything, but he wanted it enough that he shoved all the doubts aside. His hands wrapped around Gus' upper arms, holding on tight.
Pushing him back, Gus took them down to the couch, that damned scratchy cover making him laugh, and damn. Damn. His hands found skin, sliding up under Gus' button down shirt, his calluses catching on the tiny hairs along Gus' spine.
"Mitch. Honey. I need you to be naked."
"Then let me get to my clothes."
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