January Check-in

So, we decided when we were setting up the blog schedule this year that we’d do monthly check-ins. We have no hard-set rules for these posts – they can be whatever we want them to be.

For me, I’m looking at this as an opportunity to keep myself accountable, to look at how I’m progressing toward the goals I set for myself, and to really look at what is working (and keep doing it!) and what isn’t (and stop and come up with something new!).

That’s all well and good, yeah? Problem is, I didn’t really set concrete goals for myself for 2017 like I’d done for previous years.  When the year started, I was overwhelmed – for myriad reasons I won’t get into in this post – and while I needed something to focus on and strive for, setting up specific goals (# of words written a week and that type of thing) was just too much for me at that time. So, for January, I decided I would look at areas of my life I wanted to do better in. I chose to focus on and establish routines with self-care and keeping my house in order (which, really, is kinda self-care because if there is chaos around me, my mind is chaos).

I used my bullet journal to help me out here. On each day, in addition to appointments, family obligations, and day job stuff, I had the same two checklists – one for self-care and one for the house stuff. It seems overly simple, I know, but sometimes in the midst of 4 kids’ school and work schedules, a husband who was traveling overseas for work, work from the day job… Well, some days, it was a struggle to be able to fill in those little boxes. But I did it. And I figured out what worked for me…how and where to fit those things that were important to me, my health, and my sanity.

And another moment of harsh honesty–there were some days in there that those 2 little lists were the only thing I accomplished that day. And doing them, filling in those boxes, sticking to it would make a really shitty day marginally better.

So, what now? I’m going to keep with those checklists, because the importance of self-care and being at peace with my surroundings hasn’t gone away. But now, I’m going to focus on getting back to what I love. Back to writing. And I feel ready to do that.

It has taken me quite a while to set aside the guilt I’ve been feeling for not finishing books that were meant to be finished this last year. A lot of stuff happened, and I wasn’t in a place where I could do it. Taking care of myself – physically, mentally, emotionally – had to take priority. Writing, as well as many other things, had to take a backseat while I figured out how to do that. But, now that I have, writing gets to be on the top of the list again, and I’m super happy and excited about that.

From now on, in these monthly check-ins, I’m going to look back at the previous month and how I’ve been doing, and I’m also going to write down some goals for the following month. So, here we go for February…

  • Continue with the self care and house stuff – definitely makes a happier, calmer me. 🙂
  • Complete Safeword Protected (Bound series) and Into the Deep (Albion’s Circle series) – so close on both of these, and since they have been on my plate, so to speak, for so long, getting these completely done and released will be a huge, huge thing for me.
  • Complete all scheduled blog posts for the month.

Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Paige Prince

Wednesday Randomness: Musical Musings #1

A new feature! Woot. We’re going to be blogging about music – our faves and our not so faves.

So this month we have…

FAVE SOUNDTRACK – I love a lot of soundtracks, but right now, in this moment? Hamilton (I know, I know, shocker, right?)

Absolutely love this cast album, and at least once a day, a random line is sung in this house. And not always by me!

SONG THAT MAKES ME WANT TO DANCE – “Time Warp” from Rocky Horror Picture Show

Okay, it’s usually this parody that is in my head lately…but they both make me want to dance!

…but they both make me want to dance!

SONG I LOVE TO SING ALONG WITH – Oh boy, this is a tough one… My kids will tell you (with varying degrees of disgust and embarrassment), I sing along to everything, all the freaking time. LOL But one I particularly love? “Gang of Rhythm” by Walk Off the Earth


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Paige Prince | Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #13

This month, I’m going to revisit some of my favorite boys – Michael and Aric – sort of. This is a snippet seen through the eyes of Michael’s sister, Trina.

If you want to see the other pieces with the boys, here you go:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The prompt will be bolded in the story itself. 🙂


“I’m coming, for fuck’s sake!” Trina called out, supremely pissed at whoever was banging on her door, interrupting her Criminal Minds marathon. The rest of her words – all cuss words, sure, but that wasn’t important – died on her tongue when she yanked the door open and found her brother, Michael, standing on her doorstep in the pouring rain. With a huge shit-eating grin splitting his face.

“Hey, sister,” he said, swaying side to side.

She grabbed his arm and yanked him inside, shutting the door behind them. “What the fuck, Mikey?”

He stumbled slightly and laughed brightly. “Oh shit, you were doing Criminal Minds tonight, weren’t you? Sorry to interrupt your gawping at Derek Morgan times.” Another laugh burst from his lips, and he covered his mouth, eyes wide as he stared at her.

“You’re drunk…and you’ve got glitter…” She gave a vague gesture in his direction, because honestly, the sparkly shit was everywhere, and she’d probably be finding it on her carpet for years to come, now.

“I am, but not too drunk. Just…happy.” His words were muffled against his palm as he nodded. He lowered his hand and continued, “It was a good fucking night. Until he got called back into work. And your place is closer to his so I had him drop me here. Figured you loved me enough to let me take your spare room for the night.” He batted his lashes playfully. “Pretty please?”

She sighed and stopped herself from asking who “he” was. Michael never shared about the guys he hooked up with. Part of her was grateful – because who wanted to hear about who their little brother banged? – but another part was sad he didn’t even try to find someone to be serious about. Then again, it was a Saturday night, and she was in her jammies, watching TV by herself. Who was she to judge on that point?

“Go on.” She shooed him toward the spare bedroom. “Shower that shit off yourself, and I’ll grab you some dry clothes. Then, it’s back to Criminal Minds and Derek Too-Hot-For-His-Own-Good Morgan. You can join or not…”

“I’ll join, but you know I’m more of a Spencer Reid man. Rowr.”

She snorted as she strode into the laundry room to grab some sweats and a t-shirt from the stash of clothes Michael kept at her place.  When she went to the bedroom, Michael was standing in the middle of the room, bare from the waist up, still swaying slightly, Her eyes widened when she took in the marks on his neck and shoulders and the ones – definitely from rough fingers there – peeking from beneath where his jeans hung low on his hips.

“Fuuuuck, Mikey.”  She whistled low and tossed the clothes onto the bed. “Did you send him to work looking like you? Sparkly and marked up?”

He didn’t even startle, just looked at her, strangely somber, as his cheeks pinkened. When he didn’t say anything, she prodded. Just a little.

“You normally don’t go for the club scene.” She walked up to him and thumbed some of the glitter from his cheek. “I’m assuming that’s where your night started…”

“I normally don’t,” he agreed. “Neither does Aric, but he needed to let off some steam, and so did I.” He sighed and lifted his shoulder in a weak half-shrug. “Dad called.”

Fuck. No need to explain, she thought. Their dad had been mostly absent during their childhood, but when he bothered to show up, emotionally and verbally abusive, homophobic asshole didn’t begin to cover it.

So she did what she had to do, to spare her brother more pain he didn’t need. She sidestepped that particular landmine and grasped onto the other nugget of information he’d given.

“Aric? Are you actually seeing someone? Regularly enough to actually learn his name?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I always learn their names, I’ll have you know.”

“Mm hmmm.” She crossed her arms. “But you never share them with me. So…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Been seeing him for about a month. He’s…he’s…” He looked at her, expression almost panicked. “I love him, Trina. Fuck me, but I love him. Enough to go to a damned club, get all sweaty and glitter-bombed just to see him freaking smile.”

“Wow.” She took a deep breath then grinned. “Okay, you go shower the stink and sparkle off. I’m going to pull out the wine, and you’re going to tell me all about this Aric.”

“I mean it, Trina. He’s…he’s it for me.” He scrubbed his hands over his face then met her gaze. “That’s the real reason I had him drop me off here. I needed you to know. You two are the most important people in my life.”

Chest aching, she closed the distance between them, braved the glitter and kissed his cheeks. Then, grasping his shoulders, she turned him and gave him a push towards the bathroom. “Can’t wait to hear about him, so hurry.”

Once she heard the shower turn on, Trina went into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but laugh as she opened a bottle of white. How does she find out her brother has found someone to love and be with? He showed up at her door, soaking wet, bruised and covered in glitter. So fucking typical…


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease
Kellie St. James | Kris Norris | Paige Prince

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Things I’m Proud Of

A new feature in 2017…monthly Top 10 lists. Woot.

This time, my top 10 is in no particular order.

  1. My kids. Can’t quantify the pride I feel as I watch them grow. Incredibly proud of the young men and women they are becoming. 
  2. Putting priority on my marriage, when it’s way too easy to get caught up in kids, day-to-day stuff, etc. 
  3. Choosing to do what I love – writing – even with the obstacles. 
  4. My persistence. 
  5. Making the daily decision to love myself – as I am now, not thinner, more successful, etc – and take care of myself. A hard won battle each day but very proud of it. 
  6. Pushing play and exercising regularly. I will never be one to love working out. That just isn’t me, but it’s still something I do for me, and I like how I feel because of it (just not during!) And I am proud because it’s all too easy to make excuses…
  7. Doing things for me. And not like the time to shower uninterrupted. LOL Like big things…for me. For example, traveling to the UK & Ireland with my mom and SIL this past fall. In the past, I’d have felt selfish and never would have dreamed of doing it. But I did it (mostly) guilt free and had the most amazing time.

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  8. Finding a way to be organized (and keep my head on straight) that actually works for me – Bullet Journaling. Though admittedly it’s still a work in progress but I’m doing it regularly and it’s working.
  9. I’m proud of every book I’ve written and published. But if I had to choose one project I’m particularly proud of, it would be my Albion’s Circle series. These are the books that made me fall in love with writing again, that pushed me out of my cozy and warm zone of comfort. 
  10. That I’m still here. That I didn’t (and don’t) give up. I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety my whole life. Still struggle with it. But damn it, I’m still here. I’m still fighting. 

 


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah MullinGwendolyn Cease
Kris NorrisPaige Prince |  Torrance Sené

January Photo Fic – A Pair of Idiots

Happy New Year! Here’s the very first flash fic of 2017. And I give you a whole lot of fluff, my friends. Because, frankly, I just needed a feel-good story, so that’s what you get, too. 🙂

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Mm hmmm.” Remy agreed with Max’s quiet words, though his gaze, unlike his friend’s, wasn’t fixed on the sky. He should be looking upward, taking in the brilliant display above them—the colors, the pulsing lights dancing through the dark night. But, no. Instead, he couldn’t pull his eyes from Max. An all-too-frequent problem Remy’d dealt with lately.

Who the hell was he kidding? This wasn’t a new thing, something that had recently happened. His feelings for his friend—the instant relentless attraction he’d felt when they’d met years before that had grown exponentially every second he was in the other man’s presence—were his cross to bear. And he did so gladly, even when he thought he’d suffocate under the weight of it, sometimes. He’d rather deal with that than the alternative—no Max in his life.

Maybe Remy was a glutton for punishment—he could own that. But he’d take what he could get, even if that meant he had to witness Max dating people who were so wrong for him, had to listen to every post-breakup analysis and comfort him afterward. Telling his friend, again and again, he’d find the right one, while swallowing down what he really wanted to say.

Me! Dammit, I’m the right one. Why can’t you just see that?

But, unwilling to risk their friendship, Remy kept silent.

And, now, instead of oohing and aahing over the most vivid display of Northern lights, he tried not to drool as he took in the intense look on Max’s face as he took photo after photo and nearly vibrated with excitement.

He’d known, when Max had invited him along for a weekend of camping, it’d be difficult to hide his feelings. More so than usual because there was no one else around acting as a buffer. There was no escape, no place to run to when it got to be too much. He couldn’t excuse himself to get another drink or make a mad dash to the bathroom.

So far, though, he’d managed. Mostly because Max was too distracted to notice Remy staring at him like an idiot. And, really, as hard as he tried, he wasn’t being very subtle. Max’s full lips, parted slightly, damp from a thoroughly arousing swipe of his tongue… Remy shifted as his cock twitched. Fuck, that mouth had starred in more of his fantasies that he could count. He was a fucking whore for that mouth. Or he would be if he thought Max would go for it. If it wouldn’t take him from Remy’s life the second things crashed and burned—like every other relationship either of them had been in.

He dragged his eyes away, only to be caught by another frequent flyer in Remy’s spank bank—Max’s ridiculously gorgeous hands. Long elegant fingers that just begged to be sucked on. Heat curled low in Remy’s belly as he imagined doing just that. Drawing them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit, getting them good and dripping so Max could slide them inside…

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, angling his body away and tipping his head up to look at the sky. Willing the images to vacate his head and his body to calm down.

“You okay?”

He closed his eyes as Max’s voice—low and gravelly and oh so fucking sexy—washed over him.

“Yeah,” he managed.

Max hummed in response then, after a few quiet moments, spoke again. “Gotta say, I’m surprised you agreed to come out here with me.”

Remy straightened and turned toward his friend, frowning at the flat tone of the words. “What? Why?”

Max lifted one shoulder then lowered the camera. “Just seems like you’ve done everything you can to avoid being around me lately. Or at least avoiding being alone with me. Just wondered…worried that I’d done something to piss you off.”

Remy’s face heated as he watched Max drop into a crouch to pack his camera in its case. His stomach flipped and his heart raced when he saw Max’s hands trembling.

“No,” he said quickly. “You didn’t do anything. I mean, I’m not pissed off about anything.”

Max pushed back to his feet. “But you are avoiding me?” He closed the distance between them before Remy could respond. “Don’t deny it. I’m not stupid, Rem. Something’s not right, and you need to tell me what the hell it is, because…” He shoved his fingers through his already messy brown curls. “Well, at the risk of going full-on chick-flick here, I can’t lose you. And it really feels like I am.”

“Max…”

“Just tell me. I’d rather get hit with something I don’t like, and fix it, than keep going like this—feeling like I’m losing what we have little by little every day.”

Remy swallowed past the lump in his throat as panic gripped him, an icy sickening hold that tightened every second Max stared him down. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. The risk of losing Max had always kept him silent—he’d never dreamed he’d lose him anyway. And that’s what seemed to be happening. Shit.

“Max,” he said again, eyes stinging. “I never meant… It’s not that I… I just…just…” With a huff of frustration, he spun around and stalked a few paces away, annoyed with his inability to form a complete sentence.

Max sighed loudly then the grass crunched beneath his feet as he moved. Remy turned and watched helplessly as he grabbed his camera bag and walked to the tent.

After opening the flap, Max looked back, shoulders slumped in defeat. “I thought you trusted me, that our friendship was stronger than this.” Another sigh and a shake of his head. “Goodnight, Rem.”

He ducked inside, and the sound of the zipper closing the tent—closing Max off from him—made Remy want to throw up. Seconds later, the tent glowed from the lantern inside, and he could see Max’s silhouette as he got ready for bed. Pressing the heels of his hands to his temples, Remy squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply.

This couldn’t be happening.

No.

He dropped his hands and strode toward the tent. Hell if it was going to go down like this. If he was going to lose the most important person in his life, it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be because he sat by quietly and let it happen.

Fumbling slightly, he managed to get the tent open and nearly tripped over his own feet getting inside. He didn’t look at Max as he closed the tent—taking the moment to steel his nerve.

When he straightened and faced his friend, Max stood closer than he expected—silly since it was a small tent and he should have seen that coming. He could feel Max’s warm breath against his cheek as they stared at each other.

Wetting his lips, Remy met Max’s beautiful green eyes—losing himself in them, as he always did. When one of Max’s brows lifted, he spoke. Blurted out the first words that came to mind.

“I like you.”

Even though he would’ve liked to smack himself for being ten times an idiot, Remy pushed on as Max watched him, bewilderment in his wide eyes.

“I’m not avoiding you…being alone with you because of anything bad. I like you. More than than like you, and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. Though seems like I did just that anyway.” He pressed his lips together and drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t want to make things awkward, you know? And what could be more awkward than a friend saying they’re in love with you, for fuck’s sake? I’ll do better, okay? I mean, now that you know, you get that I’m not upset or pissed. I’m just dealing with…with how I feel. Just let me get a handle on it, and things will go back to normal and—”

“You love me?”

Unsure how to interpret the quiet, measured tone, Remy nodded and opened his mouth. But before he could speak again, Max stepped closer and dragged a fingertip over Remy’s lower lip—pulling a ragged groan from Remy.

“How long?” he asked.

“Forever?”

Max gave a choked laugh and closed his eyes briefly. He shook his head and met Remy’s gaze, again.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He shifted his hand and cupped Remy’s cheek.

Remy shook his head, shoving down the hope that flared inside him.

“I asked you out, Rem. Years ago. You laughed…made a fucking joke.” Max’s voice cracked slightly.

He knew exactly the night Max was talking about and, again, shook his head, a bit more forcefully this time.

“You were drunk off your ass,” he protested. “I thought—You were serious?”

“God, yeah. And I wasn’t that drunk. Just needed the liquid courage to ask out my best friend, who was hot as fuck and so far out of my league…”

“Shit,” he whispered. “I never thought…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Been in love with you,” Max’s lips quirked, “forever.”

“I’m an idiot.”

Laughing, Max slid his hand into Remy’s hair as he wrapped his other arm around Remy’s waist. He pulled Remy close and whispered against his lips, “Touch me. I need your hands on me. Dying for it.”

Remy dragged his palms up over Max’s chest, stopping to feel the hammering of his friend’s heart.

“Just like that?” He leaned in, a brief press of mouths, still not quite believing this was happening.

Max returned the kiss, slipping his tongue between Remy’s lips. Both men groaned as they tasted each other for the first time. Max tightened his hold and rolled his hips, the hard length of his cock dragging against Remy’s.

“Hardly ‘just like that’. Years,” he ground out. “Years and years. We’re both idiots—could have had this all along. Want it all, everything, with you.”

“Me, too. Fuck,” he moaned as Max ground against him, fingers rough in his hair and on his hip. “God, me, too.”

“Feel so good,” Max murmured, releasing his hold and shoving at Remy’s clothes. “Knew you would, dreamed of this for so long…”

Fumbling, they stripped each other, and finally, finally, they tumbled down onto air mattress. Remy nearly sobbed as Max settled between his thighs, pressed against him hotly, skin to skin. With shaky hands, he framed Max’s face and stared up at him.

“I never actually thought I’d have this. Thought you’d eventually find someone you wanted forever, and I’d just have watch it all play out, always being just the friend, dying inside while trying to be happy for you.”

Max turned to kiss one of Remy’s palms, nuzzling against the sensitive skin. “Oh, Rem. All I’ve ever wanted was you. Just you…my beautiful idiot.”


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris | Paige Prince

Wednesday Randomness: “The List”

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“The List”
aka 5 Celebrities I Can Jump and It Doesn’t Count as Cheating.
Assault, on the other hand… o.O

And, for the record, David Schwimmer? NOT on my list.

#1 – Colin Morgan – This man…oh, this man. He would BE my list. SOME people will accuse me of playing favorites…and well, it’s the truth. And I’m not even a little sorry. Not. Even. A. Tiny. Bit.

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*ahem* okay…four more… Cause I’ll follow the rules and shit.

#2 – Grant Gustin – A perfect mix of adorable and hot.grantgustin11

#3 – Bradley James. Now, as a rule, I’m not really that into blonds. But every rule has an exception, and Bradley is mine. tumblr_m5is4cwufa1r7hjaso1_250

#4 – Andrew Lincoln & Norman Reeds. Okay, a bit of a cheat – a two in one. But in my mind, they are a package deal. 😉tumblr_nv7q5hr77j1ua2xxgo8_r1_250#5 – Richard Madden – swoon

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Bronwyn Green | Deelylah MullinsGwendolyn Cease
Jessica De La Rosa| Paige Prince | Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: Behind the Scenes

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Happy Wednesday, friends.

When we plan out the blog topics for the year, I’m always excited when a Behind the Scenes post comes around, and planning 2016 was no exception.

Now that we’re here and it’s time to write the post, though… “Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond?”

(Actually, my singing Hamilton lyrics is probably as good a look behind the scenes into my life right now as you can get – as my family can attest.)

Anyhoo… Truth is, as I posted about a short time ago, this year has been challenging for me as a writer, and I’m now just getting back to where I need (and want!) to be. So, sharing behind the scenes is a more difficult task than it has ever been, but I’m going to give it a shot.

My most current project is my next Bound book, Safeword Protected, so I’ll share a bit about it and how as an author I”m connecting with it.

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Clara Turner loves her life—her career as a travel writer takes her to places most people only dream of. But with the birth of her cousin’s first child quickly approaching, Clara happily trades her fast-paced adventures for the quiet Irish village to be there for the new arrival. 

When Clara’s laptop acts up, her cousin decides to do Clara a favor and takes it to Niall Walsh, the village’s unofficial tech support. Clara panics at the thought of Niall—sexy, sets-her-lady-bits-tingling-from-afar Niall—discovering her secret stash of filthy kinkery living on her hard drive.

Niall lived the big-city life for years and dated the glamorous woman that came along with it before coming back home. He’s heard about Clara for ages, but nothing prepares him for the instant attraction he feels when he first sees her. He ignores it though—knowing she’s only there for a short time.

Besides, she’s the type of woman who fit in his past, not his present. He doesn’t have anything to offer that she’d want. At least, that’s what he’d thought…before he delved into her computer and discovered exactly what Clara likes. As he learns more about her, Niall realizes he can offer her something no one else can—the chance to explore her deepest desires instead of just watching on a screen. 

It should be easy–a hot fling before Clara’s job takes front and center again–but when the time comes, will either of them be able to slip free from the bonds that now connect them?

Writing Safeword Protected? it’s been both extremely frustrating and incredibly rewarding. The frustration stemmed for there “other stuff”, not the book or the writing of it. I will admit something here that I’m probably not supposed to. As an author, I do have favorite characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all , but there are some I just really, really love and seem to connect with. One day I may even share who tops the list, but for now, I will say Niall and Clara from Safeword Protected? They’re pretty damned high on that list. No matter what chaos and…stuff was going on, whenever I could sit down and work on Niall and Clara’s story… Well, it’s pretty much this…

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Grabby hands and all.

Why do I love them so much? Hard to put into words (You’re an author, Jarman; get with the program!) Niall is a hot Irishman who is ready and willing to guide Clara though her initial exploration into the world of BDSM. So right there? Ticking some boxes, yeah? But there is something about the character that just makes me melt. I think I’ll let Brody, Niall’s best mate (who happens to be married to Clara’s cousin) tell it:

“Niall is one of the most loyal and loving men you’ll ever meet,” Brody added, gaze intent on Clara. “He would do anything for the people he cares about. He came home for his family. He places people, especially people he loves and cares about, above anything else.”

A hot guy is all well and good, but finding something worthwhile when you delve beneath the pretty surface and push past the flaws – because he’s still got to be real, right? Man’s gotta have layers…

And Clara…she’s very real. Has her faults, has the tendency to think things to death and often arrives at the wrong conclusion – usually the one that has her freaking out in a major way. There are times…

All right, I’m going to let you in on another secret, because we’re behind the scenes and all. 😉 Readers aren’t the only ones who want to wack some sense into characters, to just shake them until their brains come back online and they’re making good choices. But that’s good, right? Who wants to read a book about two perfect people with no conflict? It’s that conflict, those mistakes that the hero and heroine make – the human element – that makes a story really work, isn’t it? I think so. And over the years, the best piece of advice I’ve ever gotten has served me well in creating those real characters that I connect with and sincerely hope readers do, as well.

Trust the characters. Trust the story.

Not groundbreaking advice, really. I’ve heard similar things from pretty well known authors since I first had that knocked into my thick skull. But it took the right person at the right time to get me to see how necessary it was in the writing process. I still, with pretty much every book, have had those words spoken to me or have said them aloud to myself.

And that is it from me this week.

Make sure to head over to the blogs below to get a peek at what these incredible authors are working on. Also i want to welcome Torrance Sené to Wednesday Randomness blogging. Glad to have you with us. 🙂

Until next time,
~J


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa
Kayleigh Jones | Kris Norris | Paige Prince | Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: Nostalgic Notes – Movies

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First, I apologize for being the late kid again with this post. Traveling home yesterday was brutal and I basically collapsed into bed when I got home.

I’ve a feeling this is going to overlap with Bron’s choices in her post as we were sitting on her couch throwing out movie titles as we talked about this post. I’m could probably go on quite a bit on this topic but I”m going to keep it simple. Here’s a sample of the movies I consider a big part of my childhood and think of and rematch with no little amount of nostalgia – despite the problematic things that often make me cringe as I do so. LOL

tAG_11628This movie…omg, guys, THIS MOVIE. I’m not going to do this for every movie but this one… Picture if you will, a family of five living in a small 2-bedroom apartment as their home is fixed up after a house fire. It’s already crowded and not the best of situations. Now the kids – about ten, eight and four years old – get the chicken pox. Yes, the freaking chicken pox. This is the horrible, cramped, itchy scenario that led the parents to buy their very first VCR. And this little diddy, Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp, was one of the tapes the kids got to watch. The youngest, in particular, loved this movie so freaking much. She could sing along to the opening song (which is not in English) and pretty much knew every line of dialogue as well.

If you are even a little curious, go search youtube…it’s there. Enjoy. 🙂

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I love this movie, so so so SO very much. The first time I saw it was in a drive-in. It was amazing and I will always love this movie – on it’s own merit and the warm fuzzies I have because of it.

The rest…not really going to say anything on them – I think they speak for themselves, and I’m certainly not the only one who has a love and nostalgia for them. 🙂

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Oh, John Hughes, the impact you had on my youth…

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Wednesday Randomness: Wordless Wednesday – Rage/Anger

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Yeah, so I’m going to be a rule breaker – my post isn’t going to be wordless. Not even a little.

So things that make me angry… I’m gonna be very real here. There’s much in the world right now that make me angry and sad and really really ragey, but I’m not going to go down that road with this post because I don’t need to be in that headspace any more than I already am.

So for this post…going a bit more light. Will still talk about things that make me angry and drive me nuts…but just not the big-big things.

So here we go…

On social media, being told if I don’t share or repost something, I’m a horrible person, don’t love  enough, don’t care enough about some cause or issue, or some other bullshit. In these situations, I feel like Ben from Parks & Rec….

The worst

People who can’t take responsibility. Honestly, we all play the blame game to a degree, yeah? And I think I’m a pretty understanding person and get that life gets shitty, but when everything is everyone else’s fault or something is always happening that gets in the way – particularly when it negatively affects something I’m working on (and that’s selfish, isn’t it? *sigh*), well, I just…

Hugh I'm OUT

I work a couple different jobs…so when I can sit down and write… OMG people just need to leave me alone and not ask me something or start some long-ass recitation of their day. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to the people I love. I really really do, but the interruptions… DEAR. GOD. THE. INTERRUPTIONS.

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I probably could go on about little stuff, but I won’t. I try to let this stuff roll of my back and not react to stuff or be bitchy. But I would be lying if I said some days, I wasn’t like this THE ENTIRE DAY.

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Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #2

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For this week’s prompt (In bold in the story), I revisited my boys–Michael and Aric. Well, kind of. It’s a flashback to Michael’s past. Here are the other pieces of their story so far.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4


Michael clenched his fists in his lap, staring as his sister stormed out of the restaurant. Not that he blamed her. Hell, he’d give pretty much anything to be right on her heels at that moment, rather than sitting here listening to his father’s homophobic slurs and insults. Actually, he was surprised Trina had made it for—he glanced at his watch—a whole twenty minutes. Of course, it was only when dear dad’s comments became personal and aimed with precision toward Michael that Trina had been unable to take it any longer.

Michael, on the other hand, had more experience with dealing with this bullshit. He’d been expecting it from the moment his father had called to set up this little family dinner. He almost hadn’t come, but fuck, there was still a part of him—however, miniscule it had become—that wanted things to be okay with his dad, with their family.

All he wanted right now? To be home, curled up in front of the fireplace with Aric, enjoying a movie and the hot and heavy making out sure to follow. He stared at his father, took in the annoyed, yet slightly amused, expression on his face.

“This is where you make up some stupid excuse to leave early and stop returning my calls.” He leaned back in his chair with a sigh. At least, you’re more polite than your sister.”

“More polite than you,” Michael muttered, reaching for his water.

“I was actually surprised you came. That that…man you’re…” his lips lifted in a slight sneer, “seeing allowed you to come. He always stopped you before.”

“Aric has nothing to do with my not wanting to see you.”

“Right,” his father drawled. “It’s quite clear he wears the pants, rules the roost. Ever since you took up with him, you’ve refused to see me.”

“Not true,” Michael said shortly. “I stopped accepting your invitations when you decided insulting me wasn’t enough and thought hitting me might make me come around to your way of thinking.”

“I was angry.” The older man waved a hand dismissively. “I’d had a few drinks, and I hardly touched you.”

Michael’s jaw ached, from clenching it so tightly and the memory of the jarring backhand his father had delivered months before. Before he could say anything, before he could stand up and say “fuck off”, his father continued.

“I didn’t ask you here to fight or go over old disagreements. I want you to come back and work for me. You made your point leaving.”

“Did I? And what are the conditions for my return? Leave Aric? Pretend to be the good little boy, the perfect son? So long as he’s at least straight on the outside, yeah?”

“You’ve made it quite clear that you won’t leave him or stop doing…what you’re doing. I can accept that.” He took a deep breath. “I simply ask you maintain a better image—publicly. What you do on your own time… As long as you’re discreet.”

This time he managed to get the words out. “Fuck off.”

Before he could push to his feet, his father grabbed his arm, grip tight and bruising. “Listen to me, Michael.”

“No, you listen. I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not. What do you expect me to do? Date women publicly to please you? Where does it does stop? Am I supposed to get married, have a few kids, all the while keeping Aric on the discreetly on the side? Fuck that, and fuck you. I’m not ashamed of who I am, and I’m sure as hell not ashamed to be with Aric.”

“Why can’t you be sensible? Why would you throw everything away for a perverted, disgusting lifestyle? Is he worth giving up everything you could have, everything I could give you? All that because you like to bend over and take it? I raised you better than that.” His fingers dug into Michael’s biceps.

“Please.” Michael jerked his arm from his father’s grasp. “You hardly raised me at all. That was a job you hired out. And the answer is yes. He’s worth all of that. He’s worth everything. But you know what?” He stood, trying to quell the trembling of his limbs. “Even if I didn’t have him, I wouldn’t come back. Nothing is worth having to put up with you and hate-filled bullshit.”

“Michael, please,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how much time I have left. I’m not a young man. I don’t want…”

Watching the older man bite his lip, Michael almost sat back down, until he saw the calculated gleam in his father’s eyes. Damn it, he’d almost fallen for it—he knew better!

“What you want or don’t want doesn’t make a difference in my life anymore. Do you remember what you said to me when I came out?” His father frowned. “Come on. Think really hard.”

He shook his head and reached for Michael again. He stepped to the side, successfully avoiding the grab.

“You said you’d rather hear I was dying than that I was a fag. When I left the company, you said I was dead to you. Well, I’m returning the favor, Dad. It goes both ways now. You’re dead to me. I don’t want to see you again.”

“You don’t mean that. If I died—”

“I would be happy,” Michael said, nearly choking on the words. Hating himself for saying them—even more for meaning them. He shook himself, allowed every acidic, cruel damning word his father had ever spewed to fill his mind. “I would be free from your hate, and I could finally breathe easy. Don’t contact me again.”

He pivoted and strode from the restaurant and made it to his car—barely—before his legs gave out. Leaning against the cold vehicle, he squeezed his eyes shut struggled to draw in air. What had he done? What the hell kind of son was he?


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