Crystal Jordan :: Blog

I have no idea what to blog about today. It seems silly to post at all when I have nothing to say, but I guess sometimes no news is good news?

I’m making progress on my next couple of books, which is good. Very angsty, very hot. So, you know, nothing like my normal books, right? Yes, whole new direction for me. Heh.

Talked to M yesterday, and she’s loving her new job, even though it’s so very, very far away from me. And even though she almost got hit by a teenage driver in training while on her bike yesterday.

Aaaaand…I think that’s about all the rambling I have for you today.

Three of my peeps have releases today. The Feistiest of the all, Lilli, awesome Karen, who is really that awesome, and the sweet little Shelli (whose books are not as sweet as she is, juuuuust sayin’). Check out these books!

Sting of Desire by Lilli Feisty

Love comes at the turn of a card…or the crack of a whip.

Sandine would love to walk out of her ex-boyfriend’s life forever. Except the sadistic bastard stole the ancient tarot cards her late mother gave her, knowing she’ll do anything to get them back. Including endure his abuse on the stage of his sex club.

For the crime of trying to get her prized cards back, she’s steeling herself for the public beating of her life. Knowing that no matter how much she screams, no one will come to her aid.

Harry Marshall should be immune to undercover work at sex clubs by now. From the moment he spots Sandine chained at the mercy of the suspected drug dealer he’s after, his gut tells him something isn’t right. He can’t believe he’d risk blowing his cover by stepping in, much less his body’s erotic reaction to inflicting pain on her luscious body.

Question is, how deeply involved is she in her ex’s drug dealing—if at all? If she’d stay out of his way long enough to find out, he wouldn’t have to put his own mission in danger to keep protecting her from her ex…and herself.

Break you off a piece of that here!

Luck Be Delanie by Shelli Stevens

He’s lured her to paradise…and she’s about to discover the price.

A Chances Are story.

Long ago, Delanie made one gigantic mistake. Or committed one small felony, depending on how you look at it. Stealing a coin from a sexy stranger was just a prank to help a sorority sister get revenge. The sleeping with him part was totally unplanned. Yet she holds the memory of that one intense, passionate connection close to her heart—like the coin she still wears around her neck.

Six years later, she’s invited to a beautiful resort in the San Juan Islands to not only accept a donation for an abused women’s shelter, but to consider a job opportunity as well. Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with her past.

Grant has always suspected Delanie stole his rare, lucky coin. He just never knew why—or why she disappeared the morning after their hot night together. After spending years looking for her, he’s lured her right where he wants her. He’ll have his answers, come hell or high water.

And, if things go his way, he’ll have Delanie, too.

Get you some of that here!

Jesse’s Girl by Karen Erickson

He blew his chance once. Now he intends to blow her mind…

Rick blew it, and he’s never forgotten it. It’s bad enough his best friend Jesse showed his true colors and stole Blair, the girl Rick wanted. Rick never understood what Blair saw in the loser, and still kicks himself for letting her slip through his fingers. But what’s done is done.

Blair is horrified when she realizes that Jesse’s lies cost her the happiness she might have found with Rick. It’s been over with Jesse, but he won’t leave her alone. Help comes from a totally unexpected source—Rick.

When Rick sees them together, he’s confused but tells himself to get over it. Until Jesse lays a hand on her in anger. Now all bets are off. A second chance is all he’s ever wanted and he intends to use it…up against a wall, in his bed, over and over again.

Until she surrenders to the idea that she was meant to be his girl. Forever.

You know you want it!

So, I finally got a chance to chat with the Mad Madam M last night, and you’ll all be just as relieved as I was to know she and her parents (who helped move her) have all survived in one piece and relatively unscathed. For those of you who know what having family help you move is like, you can imagine the kinds of injuries one can end up with in these situations.

Also, I trundled myself off to the doc’s yesterday to see about the cough I couldn’t shake after the nasty post-conference cold…and apparently I’m not dying of pneumonia. Thank goodness. Instead, it’s a flare up of the asthma I haven’t had to deal with since childhood. Oh, goody. However, I should be right as rain soon, and that is a hugenormous relief.

That’s all the updates for today. Hope everyone has a good weekend!

Check out what I did in a fit of boredom last night (because, you know, my other options was to write. Ew!). I’m on Wikipedia…it’s where all the cool kids do their research.

Still debating whether or not I should add a picture, but here it is:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystal_Jordan

Just got this forwarded to me and it completely cracked me up! Considering how writers have to deal with form letter rejections, the idea of having one for Mr. Right–or Wrong, as the case is here–just slayed me!

Dear (____rejectee’s name here____ ),

I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as my Mr. Right.

As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition:

[Check all those that apply]

___ Your breasts are bigger than mine.

___ Your last name is objectionable. I can’t imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.

___ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at McDonald’s reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.

___ Your inadvertent admission that you “buy condoms by the truckload” indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.

___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one.

___ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can’t GET into my pants.

___ Your “Putting on a few, aren’t you babe?” comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of your own beer gut, was inappropriate.

___ You failed the credit check.

___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.

___ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.

___ The phrase “My Mother” has popped up far too often in conversation.

___ That you still live with your parents, and attend night classes to get your High School diploma, are slight negatives.

___ You mention your ex-wife’s name more than you mention mine.

On sale now at Amber Quill Press!

When Rowan Lee arrived in small, liberal Provincetown, he heard tales of the eccentric, brilliant, possibly insane Finnegan Clark. A world-famous mystery writer, Finnegan’s been to the top of the bestseller list more times than anyone can count. It’s about the only place he goes, sequestered away in his mansion by the sea.

Enter Rowan. The free-spirited lovechild of aging hippies, Rowan believes all anyone needs is love, and when he makes a delivery to Finn’s mansion and meets the man himself, it’s infatuation at first sight. Not to mention lust. Never mind that Finn’s twice his age and snarls at him more than he speaks to him.

All Rowan wants is to make the world a better place, one person at a time, but all Finn wants is to be left alone. Sparks fly, and if Rowan can’t break Finn’s walls down, he’ll burn them down…one sizzling encounter at a time…

Letting In The Light by Fae Sutherland Click HERE to read an excerpt and buy your copy!

Kinda like High School Musical…only with less music.

I went to my ten year high school reunion on Saturday. And it took some drugging to get me there, because I’m still not feeling 100% up to par at the moment. But I was there after a lightning-fast run up to visit the Mad Madam M before she moved away (she’s gone now…wah!). We did get a quick hour nap before I had to hop in the car and head back down for my reunion, and it was a life saver because I don’t think I sat down once the entire party.

First, I can only say that it was every bit as strange and awkward as I imagined it would be. Traffic was crazy-light driving down to my hometown, so I was on the early side. There was only about 20 people there when I arrived and…I was standing all by myself to one side. Oh, yeah…even more of a wallflower moment than I ever had in high school. I sort of recognized some people and sort of not so much. I ended up chatting with a guy I’d barely known in school and his very nice wife for a while before people I actually knew came over to say hello.

News got out about what I write, and the small stash of bookmarks I happened to have in my purse was quickly wiped out. I got hugs from random people I didn’t know well who said they were proud of me while I’m babbling about the warning labels that come on my books. Another guy I barely knew was especially fascinated with my writing and translated everything I said to his Japanese girlfriend. Then he started giving me ideas on how to incorporate geishas into my books. I’m not sure how sober he was at that point, but he was entertaining as hell. He also said I’d probably have won if they had a “most interesting career since high school” award. At least he didn’t say “most improved” because I’m pretty much exactly the same as I was back then. Snarky, bookish, etc.

Speaking of the lack of sobriety, I got a quick flashback of how high school really was when I wandered into the bathroom and there were three people smushed into a little stall (why they didn’t take the handicapped stall, I don’t know) chatting while one of the girls who’d had too much to drink heaved her guts up. Awe. Some. Even better? A group of her friends (who’d also been my closest friends back in school) barged in–token male included–to harass her and climb on the toilet in the next stall and take pictures over the wall. Wow. I totally remember what high school was like now. And also, why I didn’t like it most of the time. And also, why I haven’t kept in touch with anyone. I ran from the bathroom and did not look back.

Another flashback? I went outside to escape the loud dance music and heat and got a deep whiff of marijuana. It’s a distinctive smell. Don’t ask me how I know, but someone on that patio was sparking up the reefer. Um…did I mention I’m so glad I’m not in high school anymore?

There were some super fun moments though. Such as another trip to the bathroom resulting in a run-in with a girl who was always nice to me, and I found out she’s an actress down in Hollywood. Ginny Weirick…check out her profile on IMDB. I know her. Kinda cool, right?

I also got to hang out with some very nice people I’d known in high school, got to be snarky about some of the bitchier people from high school, got to ooh and ahh over people with new babies, got to meet up with my old high school English teacher (who happened to be our class adviser, so she was invited).

Sadly, not many of the girls got fat. I was kind of hoping (yes, I own the fact that I was bitchy enough to wish that on my classmates). However, quite a few of the guys got fat. Who knew? I did get a chance to say hello to my old crush–who had not gotten fat. He was beautiful and unattainable in school, and even more beautiful and unattainable ten years later. He was also just as nice as he used to be and told me I looked great. All I can say to my teenage self is, “Damn, girl, you had most excellent taste.”