Thomas Lyons is your average cat shifter. Cool, seductive…and bored out of his mind. With the new popularity of all things paranormal, he doesn’t see why he should hide anymore. When his half-demon technophile roommate hooks him up with a computer, Thomas starts a blog announcing to the world who and what he is. Oddly enough, the more he shares, the less he’s believed. In fact, people begin thinking it’s a new online series with fantastic effects.
Margo Sheffield doesn’t dance on tables anymore, not since her reckless naïveté cost her so much. These days, her only guilty pleasures are dark chocolate, shoes—and a certain website with a man whose purring voice sends shivers down her spine. When the show, Shifting Reality, offers a week in a haunted Scottish castle with the stars, it seems a far-off dream. But when that dream becomes reality, her boss’s insistence that she mix business with pleasure—or else—is more like a nightmare.
Thomas’s focus on the show is blown by the luscious, camera-shy handful. And Margo can barely think about contracts when she’s surrounded by newlywed ghost hunters, a matchmaking demon and a man whose addictive touch makes her head spin. A showmance is the last thing she needs, but with a sexy cat like Thomas on the prowl…she just can’t resist.
Warning: Tons of explicit sex. A cat shifter with an oral fixation, voyeurism, anal sex, sex in pantries, with ghosts…you get the idea.
I’m talking about my new Kensington three-book-deal over at the Aphrodisia Authors today, and what I’ll be writing for the next year or two. (Hint: it’s gonna be naughty, baby! You’re shocked, I’m sure)
So, I’m leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for a conference in St. Louis. I’ve got some fun and amusement lined up for this week, so don’t worry. You’ll be well tended in my absence, while I’m screaming and being dangled off the side of that huge arch thing by Sela Carsen, Amanda Berry, and Jeannie Lin.
You’re the type of person who can sit all day entertaining guests with witty banter.
You believe in presenting yourself in the best light possible. You like to be seen as classy.
You give a first impression of being upper class and even a bit snooty. And you’re the first to admit you’re a little guilty of that.
You are an armchair critic. You can detect quality easily, and you want the best things you can find.
Don’t blame me, there was this guy who sent me this link, and this is the most addictive song on the planet. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since I heard it. “Code Monkey” was just too irresistible a title not to be like YouTube crack, and Jonathan Coulton somehow manages to pull it off without being laughable. Awesome!
Okay, you’ve been warned. Go ahead, push the button. You know you’re dying of curiosity now.
I was having a conversation with Rowan Larke about men today, and we decided (as romance professionals who give deep, meaningful thought to such things) that there should be a Jedi who comes along and mind tricks you when you’re dating the wrong guy. Because, you know, this is not the droid you’re looking for…
And if you don’t get the Star Wars reference, my inner geek weeps a little, but I’d recommend renting the original trilogy and watching them. Here’s a sneak peek:
Not much going on today, really. Working on a story for Samhain, another for Kensington, but more focused on getting some conference presentations squared away. The scholarly writing goes so much more slowly than the creative writing. It’s a totally different process. No wonder textbooks can take years and years to write and I can finish a novel in six months.
I’m packing up for one of the conferences this weekend. I have my To Do list together, because if something isn’t on The List, it doesn’t get done. My brain is on a little piece of paper. I think it fell out in grad school and landed on the colored sticky notepad I had back then. Now I need a sticky note to think. Or something. It sounded better in my head.
Anyhoo, heading out at the crack of dawn on Wednesday of next week, and can’t wait to see all my scholar peeps. I can pretend I’m smart and stuff. But, you know, I’ll bring my sticky notes with me, just in case.
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned Pandora before, the awesome music genome project that lets you program your own radio stations by saying whether you like a song or not and it looks for songs in the same music genome “family” as the ones you like. Sometimes that works out really well and sometimes it means you have to tell Pandora that you don’t like the last five songs she’s thrown at you.
However, the last week or so, Pandora has been very good to me. All my stations have been giving perfect mixes and I’ve found a ton of new artists I’m adding to my favorites list.
Thank you for the love, internet radio goddess, Pandora!
You are a proud, independent person. You take care of yourself and are very attractive.
You keep a bit of a distance from the world, but you still understand it well.
You are both spiritual and intuitive. You are sensitive to all of the creatures around you.
You enjoy travel, especially when it involves a long journey. You especially love traveling outdoors.
Also a few weeks ago, I went out to lunch at an interesting little place near the university with some fellow librarians. It was nice enough to eat outside, and the cherry blossoms rained down on us in force.
The restaurant we ate at had a Jolly Box.
No, seriously. Check out the sign on the box.
Sadly, there was only coffee creamer and packets of sugar inside. False advertising!
Then, we wandered over to a quick mart and low and behold, proof that we were near a college campus!
Yes, they now sell ready made beer pong. Whodathunkit?
My partners in crime, the Prairie Debutante on the left, who can charm people out of the deepest funk and make them play nice together, which is a scary superpower to have, and Dr. Revolution on the right, for when you absolutely, positively must overthrow someone. Accept no substitute. It’s the artfully knotted scarf that gives her away. Always be wary of people in scarves!
