To participate in this contest, you must answer me in some manner, and spamming me doesn't count. You can answer me in my blog (http://depravedduchess.bogspot.com/), the Contact Lena page of my website, or via the Comments in my Notes on Facebook.
You must have Romance Week Contest Question # 1,2, 3, 4 or 5 (depending on which question you're answering) in the subject line. This is how I'll sort the different questions. If there's no place to put it, type it into the top of your answer like this:
Romance Week Contest Question #1-- My top romantic places are:
1. Paris
2. The Catskills
3. The beach at night
This contest in its entirety will run all week, and I'll close it for all answers on February 14, 2011 at my bedtime, EST in America. I'm over 50, so don't procratinate.
I'll post a new question each day of this week, Monday through Saturday. I'll give you Sunday off to catch up, and Monday the 14th is for me to total and sort before I do the random drawings for each question.
All non-Changeling Press authors and all readers are eligible. In fact, to sweeten the pot, let's see how many of you are paying attention. I'll offer a discount code for the entire contest: Use the code Romance to buy any Changeling Press ebook from the Changeling Press website (http://www.changelingpress.com/) and you will get 5% off your total order. I won't even make you buy one of mine to get the discount.
What's the prize? Why, something that ties back to my latest release, of course! I have a beautiful and expensive pen shaped and painted like a red dragon. That's the Grand Prize. In addition, I'll draw a name from each set of answers and each will get their choice of a Changeling Press ebook. Then everyone who didn't win an ebook gets a chance at the dragon pen. Now, just in case the winner is in a foreign country or doesn't want the pen, I'll give them an ebook, too.
Okay, so you've seen the first question: What are your three top romantic places. (Bonus would be to tell me why.)
Good Luck!!
Lena
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
A Round of Words in 80 Days-- What Is It?
Well, it's time for the writing challenge I like: A Round of Words in 80 Days. You set your own reasonable goal, and for 80 days you do your best without obsessing or being unable to function for your home and family. The link below provides more info. I especially like the part where I just post my goal-setting and reports in my own blog. Not only will I have the factor of reporting to the ROW participants, but my blog also connects with my Facebook Notes. Therefore, I'll be accountable to all my fans. Yeah, I know how to make myself responsible, don't I? LOL!
Here's a link to their Wordpress site:
Anyone joining me?
Lena Austin
http://www.lenaaustin.com/
http://depravedduchess.blogspot.com/
Thursday, September 9, 2010
PG13 Excerpt: Spaceport-- Time Bomb by Lena Austin (futuristic, GLBT, Menage, SF)
I already have an Inspector Gadget, sorta. Kade Starke was a cyborg with multiple extensions. (VBEG) Since the hero has his first sexual encounter while still tied down, I guess this has a little BDSM, too.
Spaceport: Time Bomb
by Lena Austincover art by Zuri
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-691-9
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Pepper and her cyborg ally, Kade Starke, scavenge space junk hoping to find that one-in-a-million hunk of rock that will make them rich. Then they find the sad wreck of an old shuttle, and a hunk inside named Dr. Logan MacDonald. Oh, and several billion credits worth of long-lost artifacts and art. Now everyone from pirates to Imperial forces want Logan and his treasure. To get the artifacts to where they can be shared by all humanity and not just a wealthy few, Logan and his scavenger friends may just have to turn the treasure ship into a literal time bomb.
Excerpt:
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Captain Pepper Corstorphine drummed her long fingers on the ship's console and glanced listlessly at the running vid game she was playing with her partner and friend, Kade. As usual, he was winning. He beat her nine out of ten times, but playing games was better than sitting in her chair staring at the stars of space while they hunted space junk. "Why do I bother trying to beat a cyborg?"
Kade turned his sober and scarred face to look at her, but his hookup to the console kept the game running. His face, one of the few human things visible on him, was enough to scare small children, but laser blasts did that to you. The only things untouched by his former profession of Imperial soldier were his big brown eyes. "Because you're bored out of your mind. However, it pays the bills to scour the sector for occasional hunks of debris and the rare metallic meteor worth hauling in for a few credits."
Pepper knew that. Even their conversations had become an endless loop on replay. She sighed and stood. "Give me the damn helmet. I need some virtual exercise."
"Shall we play naked and vulnerable?" Kade pretended to leer at her. They'd served as each other's sexual release often, but diddling with a cyborg's extensions wasn't much of a turn on for her. "We haven't gone without our armor in a few cycles."
"You're bored, too, aren't you?"
Kade shrugged. "Tired of being half-man and half-machine. Half a life is what I call it. I'd welcome a bit of danger right now."
Pepper reached for the virtual helmet, but the console proximity alarm beeped the warning sequence. Instantly, she was diverted. Either they had a collection to make, or they'd be arguing with another space junker for rights to the immediate sector. Either way, it was better than boredom. "Woohoo! What have we got?" Pepper hopped back into her chair, shut down the game, and called up extra power for grapplers or a boost to the engines of her ship, the Tor.
It may have looked like a patchwork of technology and corrosion, but the Tor was hers. Okay, it was the creditors' until she achieved payoff. Her ship looked like the junk they collected, but that ugliness was deliberate. Even the corrosion was fake, but would pass casual scans.
"Metal, Pepper! A big hunk of it. Barest trace of an energy signature, and it's not photon propulsion. It's -- I don't believe I'm saying this -- nuclear fission and fossil fuel." Kade's eyes lit up in greed and joy, even if the screen gave his face an eerie green cast. "I think we have a whole derelict, and it's bigger than a satellite or probe. It may be a ship!"
Her heart raced, and Pepper dove to look for herself. Hope flared in her greedy heart. A whole ship could get them darn close to payoff and much closer to freedom than either had thought possible. She and Kade discussed endlessly what they'd do if they ever got to payoff without ever believing it could happen before they were too infirm to enjoy it. "Dollavera's Nuts! Let's get over there and confirm."
The wedge-shaped hulk hove into view, beautifully framed by a nearby nebula. The white hull gleamed and winked, belying the pocked appearance of a hull that wasn't meant for deep space. "What's the inscription on the side there? I can't read it, and I thought I was pretty good with the common trade tongues."
Kade focused on the side of the ship and captured an image as well as deploying the grappling magnet. The magnet attached to the nose cone with ease, assuring their claim over the entire bulk. "Accessing the data. Hmm. It's Old Earth French, Pepper. The name of a museum called the Louvre, but that's odd. The registry number is for another ship called Enterprise. The Enterprise was supposedly destroyed during the reign of the dictator Amin in the early twenty-first century."
"Louvre? Weird name. So is it the Enterprise or the Louvre?" Pepper leaned forward to study their prize. Their big, hulking ticket to freedom. She did a tiny jig behind Kade's chair. While historical dating could place the ship and give them clues as to what types of saleable items it might contain, they could explore for themselves. It would just take longer, and longer meant more time for pirates to find them. A pulsing light caught her eye on Kade's console. "What's the energy readout blinking for?"
Kade's extensions were busy and his voice absent. "Weak energy pulse. I haven't identified the source yet. One question at a time, Captain Greedy." Images flipped at rapid speed on his screen, slowed and stopped. An image of a ship identical to their prize stood against a pale blue sky. "That thing was never meant to be here in deep space, Pepper. It was called a shuttle, meant only for flights of short duration between nearby objects of a planet, like to orbiting space stations and back to the ground. Our prize was one of only twenty shuttles ever created, and all were presumed destroyed." Kade gestured out the window. "What we have there isn't supposed to exist."
"So, no chance of knowing what's on board. Delia's tits. Okay, so we suit up and go look." Pepper sighed. "Does the pulse come from the nuclear power? I don't want a radiation leak contaminating my best power suit."
"No leaks that I can find." Kade clamped down his helmet, sealing his vulnerable face behind a smoky mask. His voice issued from the radio speaker on the console, and would until Pepper tuned in to his channel from her own suit. "I'll go see to the jet packs while you primp."
Pepper laughed and jumped into the bottom half of her suit. Since she wore a singlesuit coverall unless she was sucking up to some officious government type, primping like a sex slave was out of the question. Not that such action did her much good. Pepper fingered the scar that ran from her hairline over her eye to her jaw. No male would look at her without wincing, and that was the way she wanted it. She hit the button that lowered the top half of her suit and fitted herself inside.
By the time they jetted over to the ship, Kade had already located a hole in the hull large enough to let them enter, just behind the command module. He dove right in, and Pepper was seconds behind. They both fought with the odd wheel that opened the door to the next portion, labeled crudely "Cargo Bay."
There was no sound in space, but Pepper could imagine the creaks and groans emitted by the old mechanism when it finally gave way and spun freely. The door opened into a darkened area where strange shapes floated in the zero gravity. All were packaged, some crudely, to protect them, and many showed signs of collision with other objects.
"I'm going to cut this one open." Kade changed his left appendage from scanner to knife, and scored along the textile covering a very tall and long object. After several attempts, the wrapping fell away revealing a human female figure made of stone, starkly white in the darkness. "This looks familiar. Let me access the ship's database."
Pepper waited, pushing away the occasional object floating too near for her comfort. She'd seen statues before in pictures, mostly in newsvids of the richest homes. This statue was beautiful in a way Pepper could not describe. Pity its arms had been broken off, though they weren't in evidence nearby.
"Holy Lextu! Pepper! Turn on your link. Take a look at this." She'd never heard Kade's voice have that tone of awe and excitement before.
Pepper tongue-switched on her access to the ship, and an exact picture of the statue appeared on the tiny screen in her hood. She listened carefully to the accompanying recording.
Last known picture of Venus de Milo statue, lost in 2015 during reign of dictator Amin. Presumed destroyed in his cultural purge, along with all contents of museums in major metropolitan areas of Europe, Asia, and parts of North America. Estimated value at time of destruction was incalculable…
Kade ended the transmission. "If this is the real thing…"Lena Austin
Http://www.LenaAustin.com
Http://www.LenaAustin.com
Friday, July 23, 2010
When the Muse Won't Shut Up
It was three AM. My dreams weren't the sweet release of the subconscious, but a worried rehash and argument with my characters of my latest book. Like a critique partner had said in an email, they agreed I'd ended the book too abruptly and "too soon."
Like so many authors, I hate a book by the time I'm done with it. Really. I loved the characters through most of the story, but as I slogged through the process of writing, the tedious details of making sure the reader could see what I saw slowly ate away at my joy until I loathed the whole thing and longed to toss the whole manuscript out the window and delete the files. Only long experience kept me in my chair, grinding my teeth and slogging through.
My editor, bless her, knows me well. She knows a few of the right words at the right time keep me going. She also knows how much I despise a book when I finally turn it in. She wisely takes her time and never gives me a book back in less than a week, no matter how quickly she finishes a first round of edits. In one week, I've had enough time to rest where I realize that I did rush things, or forgot to include a scene, or whatever. Then she hands the edits back to me with more encouraging words.
This time has proven no different. I finished the first draft yesterday, and typically, I want to torch it. I want to do evil things to the characters that have nothing to do with the story. Despite a sleeping pill, the bastards woke me up with nagging comments about how my crit partner was right.
1. They agreed with her that, while the fight scene worked, there's no adequate bridge that makes the peaceful scene that follows work. It's jarring. However, they also agree that nothing much happened other than their wedding.
2. Then they remind me that they don't like tuxes, and neither of them are a drag queen, so now my mind burns with the question of what do gay men wear for a wedding when they hate tuxes, aren't transvestites, and don't get into "weird costume dramas disguised as weddings"?
(I hate those bastards.)
3. Then the Dire Wolf points out that I've established certain shifter species were around as far back as the Pleistocene era of history. The armchair paleontologist in me goes nuts, saying I have to now return with these characters to discover other Pleistocene creatures and explain why the shifters evolved and who went extinct or evolved into creatures we know today. ::Headdesk::
4. Then those bastards point out that I've now established a precedent for a paranormal detective agency with paranormal PI's solving crimes and mysteries. Don't I want to go play with the chupacabre detective, the banshee receptionist, and (who the hell is this??) the "reformed" succubus detective who falls for a defrocked priest? ::scream::
Sadly, they're right. (I'm trying not to shudder and reach for my DH's lighter.) Even more sadly, I'm over my word count and way past my deadline. Likely, my editor and I will have to attack what I've written with a machete, not a scalpel. That's fine. That's what my editor is for. She keeps me from looking like a chump. She and my crit partners keep alternately pounding on my back encouragingly or bopping me upside the head for being a moron. I love them for it.
Yeah, being a writer means I live inside a masochistic sort of insane asylum with people actually encouraging the inmates to commit maximum mayhem. I am not in charge. There's a bipolar sadistic muse in charge. Who let her in?? Oh. Yeah. Me.
Like so many authors, I hate a book by the time I'm done with it. Really. I loved the characters through most of the story, but as I slogged through the process of writing, the tedious details of making sure the reader could see what I saw slowly ate away at my joy until I loathed the whole thing and longed to toss the whole manuscript out the window and delete the files. Only long experience kept me in my chair, grinding my teeth and slogging through.
My editor, bless her, knows me well. She knows a few of the right words at the right time keep me going. She also knows how much I despise a book when I finally turn it in. She wisely takes her time and never gives me a book back in less than a week, no matter how quickly she finishes a first round of edits. In one week, I've had enough time to rest where I realize that I did rush things, or forgot to include a scene, or whatever. Then she hands the edits back to me with more encouraging words.
This time has proven no different. I finished the first draft yesterday, and typically, I want to torch it. I want to do evil things to the characters that have nothing to do with the story. Despite a sleeping pill, the bastards woke me up with nagging comments about how my crit partner was right.
1. They agreed with her that, while the fight scene worked, there's no adequate bridge that makes the peaceful scene that follows work. It's jarring. However, they also agree that nothing much happened other than their wedding.
2. Then they remind me that they don't like tuxes, and neither of them are a drag queen, so now my mind burns with the question of what do gay men wear for a wedding when they hate tuxes, aren't transvestites, and don't get into "weird costume dramas disguised as weddings"?
(I hate those bastards.)
3. Then the Dire Wolf points out that I've established certain shifter species were around as far back as the Pleistocene era of history. The armchair paleontologist in me goes nuts, saying I have to now return with these characters to discover other Pleistocene creatures and explain why the shifters evolved and who went extinct or evolved into creatures we know today. ::Headdesk::
4. Then those bastards point out that I've now established a precedent for a paranormal detective agency with paranormal PI's solving crimes and mysteries. Don't I want to go play with the chupacabre detective, the banshee receptionist, and (who the hell is this??) the "reformed" succubus detective who falls for a defrocked priest? ::scream::
Sadly, they're right. (I'm trying not to shudder and reach for my DH's lighter.) Even more sadly, I'm over my word count and way past my deadline. Likely, my editor and I will have to attack what I've written with a machete, not a scalpel. That's fine. That's what my editor is for. She keeps me from looking like a chump. She and my crit partners keep alternately pounding on my back encouragingly or bopping me upside the head for being a moron. I love them for it.
Yeah, being a writer means I live inside a masochistic sort of insane asylum with people actually encouraging the inmates to commit maximum mayhem. I am not in charge. There's a bipolar sadistic muse in charge. Who let her in?? Oh. Yeah. Me.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Promo*Coming Soon* MAN vs. WILD by Lena Austin
::Bouncing::
Book 3 in the Coyotes of Yellowstone Series is coming to Changeling Press MAY 27th. You do Not want to miss it!
Coming Soon to Changeling Press
"Stop fighting the wild," said the coyote
About Man vs. Wild:
Survival show star Foxxe Wylder thinks his season ending show in Yellowstone may be as
stale as his career, and he's ready for a break prowling the urban jungles back
home. He didn't plan to hit a coyote on the road, nor that the charming little
canine would turn his world upside down.
Reno never wanted pack life, and the idea of getting a mate and raising a litter of
pups isn't on his wish list. Neither was being hit by Foxxe's SUV. Then,
Foxxe's producer gets an idea-- Foxxe will release the cutest coyote on TV back
into the wild, now that the vet has taken care of him. However, one stubborn
coyote has ideas of his own.
Excerpt (unedited):
Foxxe Wylder downshifted his new toy, a brand new coal black Lincoln Navigator. Yeah, he knew the jokes about how "luxury" and "SUV" were a contradiction in terms, but Foxxe figured he'd earned a few benefits because of his job. He wasn't looking forward to the next challenge that was for sure.
As if he could read his star's mind, Foxxe's producer Wayne tapped on Foxxe's shoulder. "How many more hours before we make it
to Yellowstone? "
Foxxe checked the GPS. Yeah, he loved the gadgets. He wouldn't have the luxury --there was that word again-- of a GPS or even a compass once they started filming the next episode of "Wild Survival" for the audience of the Discovery Channel who ate up every one of Foxxe's adventures of survival. "I'm guessing an hour or two, maybe. Who's our contact again?"
A soft snore from the front passenger side made Foxxe grin. His faithful cameraman Andy snoozed in the pre-dawn darkness, clutching one of his smaller expensive cameras like a kid cuddling a teddy bear. Andy had celluloid on the brain and had since childhood. In truth, Foxxe considered Andy braver and crazier than even himself. Foxxe was an ex-Navy Seal with too many medals for bravery and undetected crime for his own good, but any cameraman who worked documentaries ate great white sharks for breakfast and cleaned his teeth with lionfish quills. Nothing scared those crazy bastards but missing the shot.
Wayne slouched back in his seat. "Dr. Jeff Gleason, a volcanologist. He's your guide in." Wayne pulled out his ever-present notepad and Blackberry from under the paper piles he'd spread all over the back seat. "He's not happy about it, but his bosses at USGS insist he do this. I'm trying to convince him his job includes allowing us to film him. He's a Comanche. Our research
assistant waxed poetic. Apparently he's..."
"...A sex god waiting for a temple or other such shit. Yeah, I heard her." Foxxe sighed. He didn't need Wayne to know his star was gay, and he damn sure didn't want his fans to know, or the network would cancel the show for any excuse they could find. Foxxe held no illusions about his bosses. They were predators, all of them, and if they smelled any sort of weakness in you, they'd exploit it mercilessly. They thought Foxxe was some macho war hero who fucked six women a night, and Foxxe reaped the rewards of their illusions. However, the reality was that Foxxe went without sex more often than not.
Bookmark this link so you're one of the first to get your copy of Man vs. Wild!
Slade Wolf
Promotion Manager
Phoenix Rising Promotions
prp_wolf@yahoo. com
Man vs Wild |
| by Lena Austin cover art by Reneé George |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521- 118-3 |
|
| Genre(s): Paranormal |
|
| Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian |
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| Series: Coyotes of Yellowstone |
|
| Length: Novella |
Coming Soon to Changeling Press
"Stop fighting the wild," said the coyote
About Man vs. Wild:
Survival show star Foxxe Wylder thinks his season ending show in Yellowstone may be as
stale as his career, and he's ready for a break prowling the urban jungles back
home. He didn't plan to hit a coyote on the road, nor that the charming little
canine would turn his world upside down.
Reno never wanted pack life, and the idea of getting a mate and raising a litter of
pups isn't on his wish list. Neither was being hit by Foxxe's SUV. Then,
Foxxe's producer gets an idea-- Foxxe will release the cutest coyote on TV back
into the wild, now that the vet has taken care of him. However, one stubborn
coyote has ideas of his own.
Excerpt (unedited):
Foxxe Wylder downshifted his new toy, a brand new coal black Lincoln Navigator. Yeah, he knew the jokes about how "luxury" and "SUV" were a contradiction in terms, but Foxxe figured he'd earned a few benefits because of his job. He wasn't looking forward to the next challenge that was for sure.
As if he could read his star's mind, Foxxe's producer Wayne tapped on Foxxe's shoulder. "How many more hours before we make it
to Yellowstone? "
Foxxe checked the GPS. Yeah, he loved the gadgets. He wouldn't have the luxury --there was that word again-- of a GPS or even a compass once they started filming the next episode of "Wild Survival" for the audience of the Discovery Channel who ate up every one of Foxxe's adventures of survival. "I'm guessing an hour or two, maybe. Who's our contact again?"
A soft snore from the front passenger side made Foxxe grin. His faithful cameraman Andy snoozed in the pre-dawn darkness, clutching one of his smaller expensive cameras like a kid cuddling a teddy bear. Andy had celluloid on the brain and had since childhood. In truth, Foxxe considered Andy braver and crazier than even himself. Foxxe was an ex-Navy Seal with too many medals for bravery and undetected crime for his own good, but any cameraman who worked documentaries ate great white sharks for breakfast and cleaned his teeth with lionfish quills. Nothing scared those crazy bastards but missing the shot.
Wayne slouched back in his seat. "Dr. Jeff Gleason, a volcanologist. He's your guide in." Wayne pulled out his ever-present notepad and Blackberry from under the paper piles he'd spread all over the back seat. "He's not happy about it, but his bosses at USGS insist he do this. I'm trying to convince him his job includes allowing us to film him. He's a Comanche. Our research
assistant waxed poetic. Apparently he's..."
"...A sex god waiting for a temple or other such shit. Yeah, I heard her." Foxxe sighed. He didn't need Wayne to know his star was gay, and he damn sure didn't want his fans to know, or the network would cancel the show for any excuse they could find. Foxxe held no illusions about his bosses. They were predators, all of them, and if they smelled any sort of weakness in you, they'd exploit it mercilessly. They thought Foxxe was some macho war hero who fucked six women a night, and Foxxe reaped the rewards of their illusions. However, the reality was that Foxxe went without sex more often than not.
Bookmark this link so you're one of the first to get your copy of Man vs. Wild!
Slade Wolf
Promotion Manager
Phoenix Rising Promotions
prp_wolf@yahoo. com
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, June 12, 2009
Recent Release and Coming Soon List
Some of you have missed out on my recent flurry of releases, so here's the list:
***Recent Releases:***
Coyote Non Grata
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1136
Rise to Power
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com
***Coming Soon:***
Unicorn Valley Collection
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1172
Dawg Town: Bad Dawg
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1182
Berdache
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com
***Recent Releases:***
Coyote Non Grata
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1136
Rise to Power
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com
***Coming Soon:***
Unicorn Valley Collection
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1172
Dawg Town: Bad Dawg
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1182
Berdache
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
LGBT Ebook and Print Releases April 11-17, 2009
Elisa Rolle sent me the following. I approve and pass on to you this lovely list.
Lena
Following are the LGBT releases for April 11-17 that I will post on Sunday.
Every release will have an excerpt link (posted on my LiveJournal), if available, and a buy link (to the publisher website).
The authors who haven't already sent me an excerpt to post are welcome to do so: if I receive the excerpt before saturday, I will post it this weekend, otherwise I will post it the following weekend and update the releases post.
AMBER ALLURE
Most Likely To Succeed by Shawn Lane
Paxton's Winter by T. D. McKinney
CHANGELING PRESS
Hoosier Werewolf: Howl & Prowl (Collection) by Kate Steele
Coyote Non Grata by Lena Austin
Bad Angels: Falling by Belinda McBride
DREAMSPINNER PRESS
A Strong Hand by Catt Ford
Naval Maneuvers by John Simpson
EXCESSICA
Like Magnets, We Attract edited by Jaye Valentine
Dance of the Ravishers by Habu
LITERARY ROAD
Dragonmen Book 1: Mate Hunt by Amber Kell
LOOSE ID
Northern Love by Nica Berry
Reckless Behavior by Amanda Young
LULU PRESS
Somatesthesia by Ann Somerville
MLR PRESS
Angels of the Deep by Kirby Crow
PHAZE BOOKS
Hungry Heart by Jamie Hill
TORQUERE PRESS
Between Us by AKM Miles
Out to Lunch by Anah Crow and Dianne Fox
Possessor and Possessed: A Jarheads Story by Sean Michael
Lemon Drops by Sean Michael
Saffron Stains by Alex Draven
Taste Test: Chrome by Tory Temple
Taste Test: Legendary Creatures, edited by Lorna Hinson with stories by ID Locke, Kate Roman and BA Tortuga
Toy Box: Beads edited by M. Rode with stories by Lee Benoit, S. Blaise and Syd McGinley
TOTAL-E-BOUND
Wolfen Choice by Jamie Hill & Jude Mason
Warmest Regards, Elisa
ELISA
My Journal: elisa-rolle.livejournal.com
My Blog: rosaromance.splinder.com
My Library: www.librarything.com/catalog/elisa.rolle
My Space: www.myspace.com/elisarolle
Friday, February 6, 2009
Blue Rose is Out at Last!!
The book I consider one of my best has finally released from Aspen Mountain Press at long last!! Please click on http://www.AspenMountainPress.com to buy Blue Rose.
Lena
Lena
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Ruffled Feathers Begins
As I write this, Monday the 12th of January winds down to a blustery and cold finish. I've cooked and cleaned a bit, but most important to me, I wrote today.
It's been a long dry spell. For months now, nothing would come. I've a pile of titles and half-written plots, but no stories. Even a Hot Flash for Changeling Press sits languishing with no spark of life.
But today, I was determined to at least write something, even if it was only 500 words. Something. Anything! Four pages appeared before I knew it on the newest book in the Night Critters series I share with my daughter Tuesday Richards. Enrique, the brother of the hero of Faux Paws, will soon have his own story.
In a few minutes, I'll leave my little home office for some brain vacation time in front of the television. I'm satisfied. I have written.
Lena
It's been a long dry spell. For months now, nothing would come. I've a pile of titles and half-written plots, but no stories. Even a Hot Flash for Changeling Press sits languishing with no spark of life.
But today, I was determined to at least write something, even if it was only 500 words. Something. Anything! Four pages appeared before I knew it on the newest book in the Night Critters series I share with my daughter Tuesday Richards. Enrique, the brother of the hero of Faux Paws, will soon have his own story.
In a few minutes, I'll leave my little home office for some brain vacation time in front of the television. I'm satisfied. I have written.
Lena
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Coming Soon to Aspen Mountain Press: Yule Fire
Blurb:
Everyone's hiding something this holiday, and it's not presents. Belle is hiding her multi-millionaire preschooler from the press. Jacques is hiding his business dealings and playing the reluctant war hero Belle must host as a promo stunt for her magazine. All they both want is a quiet holiday season in each other's arms, but not if Belle's obnoxious boss has his way. What are a witch and a war hero to do but become co-conspirators, determined to have a little food and fun with no strings attached? But Someone else has plans for them both that go beyond the holiday season.
Excerpt:
She dreamed of floating on a cloud, blissfully uncaring about the hustle and bustle of street life below. The honks of traffic were a mere whisper of sound.
Warm and safe, she snuggled in Jacques' arms and muttered, “I love you. Please stay with me here forever.”
His rumbling chuckle vibrated the whole cloud. “I've only been waiting for you to ask.”
His kiss started out feather light, and deepened slowly. The whole cloud lit up with sunshine.
She purred and wrapped her arms around his naked body. Her hands stroked along the hard muscled back. His flesh was just like him, firm and resilient, but hiding the hardness beneath. She needed that strength more than ever. Her hands tightened, pulling him closer.
Another hardness pressed against her thigh. He released her lips and nibbled. “You should be too tired for this. It's been a busy day.”
Her thighs spread of their own accord. Every molecule of her body begged for a validation he'd stay. “I need you,” she breathed on a sigh, and opened her eyes.
Jacques really was above her, one arm holding him up while the other fought with the tangle of the tee shirt she'd replaced her blouse with after the cops claimed it.
Giggles threatened. “Guess I fell asleep in my clothes.”
Jacques grinned down at her in the semi-darkness. The main source of light was the blue reflection of the giant Qwest building that glowed over the entire downtown every night.
Belle wriggled a little. Poor Jacques with his bum leg was probably having a difficult time. “Let me get out of these things, since you're already naked.”
He rolled off obligingly and lay beside her. “Ah kin wait dat long, ah tink.”
She shivered with delight. His accent was back. She growled playfully and sat up to yank off her shirt. “You know what that accent does to me, don't you, evil man.” She fought with her damp panties.
Jacques reached over and tugged them down. They sailed across the room and landed somewhere in the darkness. “No. Why don' you show me, cher?”
Belle raised an eyebrow and shucked off her tee shirt. She wasn't that experienced at sexual equality, but she knew how to please. “I fully intend to.”
He grinned and reached for her, but she evaded his grasp.
Smiling wickedly, she crawled to the foot of the bed. “And now, me bucko, I'm going to imitate my mother's pirate ancestors and see if I can steal your treasure.”
He chuckled and raised his arms to rest his head on his hands. “Oh? This ought to be interesting. I am at your mercy, lady pirate.” Not in the least put out, Belle swallowed a giggle. “Oh, he laughs. Let's see if you laugh in a minute.”
Warm and safe, she snuggled in Jacques' arms and muttered, “I love you. Please stay with me here forever.”
His rumbling chuckle vibrated the whole cloud. “I've only been waiting for you to ask.”
His kiss started out feather light, and deepened slowly. The whole cloud lit up with sunshine.
She purred and wrapped her arms around his naked body. Her hands stroked along the hard muscled back. His flesh was just like him, firm and resilient, but hiding the hardness beneath. She needed that strength more than ever. Her hands tightened, pulling him closer.
Another hardness pressed against her thigh. He released her lips and nibbled. “You should be too tired for this. It's been a busy day.”
Her thighs spread of their own accord. Every molecule of her body begged for a validation he'd stay. “I need you,” she breathed on a sigh, and opened her eyes.
Jacques really was above her, one arm holding him up while the other fought with the tangle of the tee shirt she'd replaced her blouse with after the cops claimed it.
Giggles threatened. “Guess I fell asleep in my clothes.”
Jacques grinned down at her in the semi-darkness. The main source of light was the blue reflection of the giant Qwest building that glowed over the entire downtown every night.
Belle wriggled a little. Poor Jacques with his bum leg was probably having a difficult time. “Let me get out of these things, since you're already naked.”
He rolled off obligingly and lay beside her. “Ah kin wait dat long, ah tink.”
She shivered with delight. His accent was back. She growled playfully and sat up to yank off her shirt. “You know what that accent does to me, don't you, evil man.” She fought with her damp panties.
Jacques reached over and tugged them down. They sailed across the room and landed somewhere in the darkness. “No. Why don' you show me, cher?”
Belle raised an eyebrow and shucked off her tee shirt. She wasn't that experienced at sexual equality, but she knew how to please. “I fully intend to.”
He grinned and reached for her, but she evaded his grasp.
Smiling wickedly, she crawled to the foot of the bed. “And now, me bucko, I'm going to imitate my mother's pirate ancestors and see if I can steal your treasure.”
He chuckled and raised his arms to rest his head on his hands. “Oh? This ought to be interesting. I am at your mercy, lady pirate.” Not in the least put out, Belle swallowed a giggle. “Oh, he laughs. Let's see if you laugh in a minute.”
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Blue Rose has been handed in!
For well over two years, I've fiddled and worked whenever I could on a story near and dear to my heart I called Blue Rose. Here's the blurb I originally wrote:
The only one not lying is the demon…
Ever read Dante's Inferno? The old boy must have a new nickname-- Pinwheel-- for all the turning over in his grave he's doing. This time the tourists in Hell are a poisoned princess and her two suitor princes, both of whom have secrets of their own. Their guide is not a gentle philosopher-poet, but a sassy demon with his own reasons for being their escort through all nine levels. They have to find the blue rose in the deepest part of Hell and make it into an antidote before the next full moon or the princess dies. Things have changed a little --okay, a lot-- since old Dante made his visit. Hell is timeless, existing in all times simultaneously. Along the way they'll meet the Furies, a little thief named Dodger, a god or two, and step over Satan's chewing gum. They're getting quite an education. This is no morality tale.
Well, it's finally finished and turned in to Aspen Mountain Press. Aspen offered me several advantages I simply couldn't refuse:
1. They have a sterling reputation for treating their authors fairly and paying well.
2. They allowed me a lot of artistic freedom to do some very different interpretations on old myths
3. I got to write the sex when and where I felt it appropriate
Well, to say the least, I'm thrilled. I can't wait for December 12 when Blue Rose finally debuts.
Lena
The only one not lying is the demon…
Ever read Dante's Inferno? The old boy must have a new nickname-- Pinwheel-- for all the turning over in his grave he's doing. This time the tourists in Hell are a poisoned princess and her two suitor princes, both of whom have secrets of their own. Their guide is not a gentle philosopher-poet, but a sassy demon with his own reasons for being their escort through all nine levels. They have to find the blue rose in the deepest part of Hell and make it into an antidote before the next full moon or the princess dies. Things have changed a little --okay, a lot-- since old Dante made his visit. Hell is timeless, existing in all times simultaneously. Along the way they'll meet the Furies, a little thief named Dodger, a god or two, and step over Satan's chewing gum. They're getting quite an education. This is no morality tale.
Well, it's finally finished and turned in to Aspen Mountain Press. Aspen offered me several advantages I simply couldn't refuse:
1. They have a sterling reputation for treating their authors fairly and paying well.
2. They allowed me a lot of artistic freedom to do some very different interpretations on old myths
3. I got to write the sex when and where I felt it appropriate
Well, to say the least, I'm thrilled. I can't wait for December 12 when Blue Rose finally debuts.
Lena
Thursday, October 2, 2008
New Release: Spaceport: Time Bomb by Lena Austin
Spaceport: Time Bomb
by Lena Austin
Cover art by Zuri
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-691-9
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=995
Blurb:
Pepper and her cyborg ally, Kade Starke, scavenge space junk hoping to find that one-in-a-million hunk of rock that will make them rich. Then they find the sad wreck of an old shuttle, and a hunk inside named Dr. Logan MacDonald. Oh, and several billion credits worth of long-lost artifacts and art. Now everyone from pirates to Imperial forces want Logan and his treasure. To get the artifacts to where they can be shared by all humanity and not just a wealthy few, Logan and his scavenger friends may just have to turn the treasure ship into a literal time bomb.
Excerpt:
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Captain Pepper Corstorphine drummed her long fingers on the ship’s console and glanced listlessly at the running vid game she was playing with her partner and friend, Kade. As usual, he was winning. He beat her nine out of ten times, but playing games was better than sitting in her chair staring at the stars of space while they hunted space junk. “Why do I bother trying to beat a cyborg?”
Kade turned his sober and scarred face to look at her, but his hookup to the console kept the game running. His face, one of the few human things visible on him, was enough to scare small children, but laser blasts did that to you. The only things untouched by his former profession of Imperial soldier were his big brown eyes. “Because you’re bored out of your mind. However, it pays the bills to scour the sector for occasional hunks of debris and the rare metallic meteor worth hauling in for a few credits.”
Pepper knew that. Even their conversations had become an endless loop on replay. She sighed and stood. “Give me the damn helmet. I need some virtual exercise.”
“Shall we play naked and vulnerable?” Kade pretended to leer at her. They’d served as each other’s sexual release often, but diddling with a cyborg’s extensions wasn’t much of a turn on for her. “We haven’t gone without our armor in a few cycles.”
“You’re bored, too, aren’t you?”
Kade shrugged. “Tired of being half-man and half-machine. Half a life is what I call it. I’d welcome a bit of danger right now.”
Pepper reached for the virtual helmet, but the console proximity alarm beeped the warning sequence. Instantly, she was diverted. Either they had a collection to make, or they’d be arguing with another space junker for rights to the immediate sector. Either way, it was better than boredom. “Woohoo! What have we got?” Pepper hopped back into her chair, shut down the game, and called up extra power for grapplers or a boost to the engines of her ship, the Tor.
It may have looked like a patchwork of technology and corrosion, but the Tor was hers. Okay, it was the creditors’ until she achieved payoff. Her ship looked like the junk they collected, but that ugliness was deliberate. Even the corrosion was fake, but would pass casual scans.
“Metal, Pepper! A big hunk of it. Barest trace of an energy signature, and it’s not photon propulsion. It’s -- I don’t believe I’m saying this -- nuclear fission and fossil fuel.” Kade’s eyes lit up in greed and joy, even if the screen gave his face an eerie green cast. “I think we have a whole derelict, and it’s bigger than a satellite or probe. It may be a ship!”
Her heart raced, and Pepper dove to look for herself. Hope flared in her greedy heart. A whole ship could get them darn close to payoff and much closer to freedom than either had thought possible. She and Kade discussed endlessly what they’d do if they ever got to payoff without ever believing it could happen before they were too infirm to enjoy it. “Dollavera’s Nuts! Let’s get over there and confirm.”
The wedge-shaped hulk hove into view, beautifully framed by a nearby nebula. The white hull gleamed and winked, belying the pocked appearance of a hull that wasn’t meant for deep space. “What’s the inscription on the side there? I can’t read it, and I thought I was pretty good with the common trade tongues.”
Kade focused on the side of the ship and captured an image as well as deploying the grappling magnet. The magnet attached to the nose cone with ease, assuring their claim over the entire bulk. “Accessing the data. Hmm. It’s Old Earth French, Pepper. The name of a museum called the Louvre, but that’s odd. The registry number is for another ship called Enterprise. The Enterprise was supposedly destroyed during the reign of the dictator Amin in the early twenty-first century.”
“Louvre? Weird name. So is it the Enterprise or the Louvre?” Pepper leaned forward to study their prize. Their big, hulking ticket to freedom. She did a tiny jig behind Kade’s chair. While historical dating could place the ship and give them clues as to what types of saleable items it might contain, they could explore for themselves. It would just take longer, and longer meant more time for pirates to find them. A pulsing light caught her eye on Kade’s console. “What’s the energy readout blinking for?”
Kade’s extensions were busy and his voice absent. “Weak energy pulse. I haven’t identified the source yet. One question at a time, Captain Greedy.” Images flipped at rapid speed on his screen, slowed and stopped. An image of a ship identical to their prize stood against a pale blue sky. “That thing was never meant to be here in deep space, Pepper. It was called a shuttle, meant only for flights of short duration between nearby objects of a planet, like to orbiting space stations and back to the ground. Our prize was one of only twenty shuttles ever created, and all were presumed destroyed.” Kade gestured out the window. “What we have there isn’t supposed to exist.”
“So, no chance of knowing what’s on board. Delia’s tits. Okay, so we suit up and go look.” Pepper sighed. “Does the pulse come from the nuclear power? I don’t want a radiation leak contaminating my best power suit.”
“No leaks that I can find.” Kade clamped down his helmet, sealing his vulnerable face behind a smoky mask. His voice issued from the radio speaker on the console, and would until Pepper tuned in to his channel from her own suit. “I’ll go see to the jet packs while you primp.”
Pepper laughed and jumped into the bottom half of her suit. Since she wore a singlesuit coverall unless she was sucking up to some officious government type, primping like a sex slave was out of the question. Not that such action did her much good. Pepper fingered the scar that ran from her hairline over her eye to her jaw. No male would look at her without wincing, and that was the way she wanted it. She hit the button that lowered the top half of her suit and fitted herself inside.
By the time they jetted over to the ship, Kade had already located a hole in the hull large enough to let them enter, just behind the command module. He dove right in, and Pepper was seconds behind. They both fought with the odd wheel that opened the door to the next portion, labeled crudely “Cargo Bay.”
There was no sound in space, but Pepper could imagine the creaks and groans emitted by the old mechanism when it finally gave way and spun freely. The door opened into a darkened area where strange shapes floated in the zero gravity. All were packaged, some crudely, to protect them, and many showed signs of collision with other objects.
“I’m going to cut this one open.” Kade changed his left appendage from scanner to knife, and scored along the textile covering a very tall and long object. After several attempts, the wrapping fell away revealing a human female figure made of stone, starkly white in the darkness. “This looks familiar. Let me access the ship’s database.”
Pepper waited, pushing away the occasional object floating too near for her comfort. She’d seen statues before in pictures, mostly in newsvids of the richest homes. This statue was beautiful in a way Pepper could not describe. Pity its arms had been broken off, though they weren’t in evidence nearby.
“Holy Lextu! Pepper! Turn on your link. Take a look at this.” She’d never heard Kade’s voice have that tone of awe and excitement before.
Pepper tongue-switched on her access to the ship, and an exact picture of the statue appeared on the tiny screen in her hood. She listened carefully to the accompanying recording.
Captain Pepper Corstorphine drummed her long fingers on the ship’s console and glanced listlessly at the running vid game she was playing with her partner and friend, Kade. As usual, he was winning. He beat her nine out of ten times, but playing games was better than sitting in her chair staring at the stars of space while they hunted space junk. “Why do I bother trying to beat a cyborg?”
Kade turned his sober and scarred face to look at her, but his hookup to the console kept the game running. His face, one of the few human things visible on him, was enough to scare small children, but laser blasts did that to you. The only things untouched by his former profession of Imperial soldier were his big brown eyes. “Because you’re bored out of your mind. However, it pays the bills to scour the sector for occasional hunks of debris and the rare metallic meteor worth hauling in for a few credits.”
Pepper knew that. Even their conversations had become an endless loop on replay. She sighed and stood. “Give me the damn helmet. I need some virtual exercise.”
“Shall we play naked and vulnerable?” Kade pretended to leer at her. They’d served as each other’s sexual release often, but diddling with a cyborg’s extensions wasn’t much of a turn on for her. “We haven’t gone without our armor in a few cycles.”
“You’re bored, too, aren’t you?”
Kade shrugged. “Tired of being half-man and half-machine. Half a life is what I call it. I’d welcome a bit of danger right now.”
Pepper reached for the virtual helmet, but the console proximity alarm beeped the warning sequence. Instantly, she was diverted. Either they had a collection to make, or they’d be arguing with another space junker for rights to the immediate sector. Either way, it was better than boredom. “Woohoo! What have we got?” Pepper hopped back into her chair, shut down the game, and called up extra power for grapplers or a boost to the engines of her ship, the Tor.
It may have looked like a patchwork of technology and corrosion, but the Tor was hers. Okay, it was the creditors’ until she achieved payoff. Her ship looked like the junk they collected, but that ugliness was deliberate. Even the corrosion was fake, but would pass casual scans.
“Metal, Pepper! A big hunk of it. Barest trace of an energy signature, and it’s not photon propulsion. It’s -- I don’t believe I’m saying this -- nuclear fission and fossil fuel.” Kade’s eyes lit up in greed and joy, even if the screen gave his face an eerie green cast. “I think we have a whole derelict, and it’s bigger than a satellite or probe. It may be a ship!”
Her heart raced, and Pepper dove to look for herself. Hope flared in her greedy heart. A whole ship could get them darn close to payoff and much closer to freedom than either had thought possible. She and Kade discussed endlessly what they’d do if they ever got to payoff without ever believing it could happen before they were too infirm to enjoy it. “Dollavera’s Nuts! Let’s get over there and confirm.”
The wedge-shaped hulk hove into view, beautifully framed by a nearby nebula. The white hull gleamed and winked, belying the pocked appearance of a hull that wasn’t meant for deep space. “What’s the inscription on the side there? I can’t read it, and I thought I was pretty good with the common trade tongues.”
Kade focused on the side of the ship and captured an image as well as deploying the grappling magnet. The magnet attached to the nose cone with ease, assuring their claim over the entire bulk. “Accessing the data. Hmm. It’s Old Earth French, Pepper. The name of a museum called the Louvre, but that’s odd. The registry number is for another ship called Enterprise. The Enterprise was supposedly destroyed during the reign of the dictator Amin in the early twenty-first century.”
“Louvre? Weird name. So is it the Enterprise or the Louvre?” Pepper leaned forward to study their prize. Their big, hulking ticket to freedom. She did a tiny jig behind Kade’s chair. While historical dating could place the ship and give them clues as to what types of saleable items it might contain, they could explore for themselves. It would just take longer, and longer meant more time for pirates to find them. A pulsing light caught her eye on Kade’s console. “What’s the energy readout blinking for?”
Kade’s extensions were busy and his voice absent. “Weak energy pulse. I haven’t identified the source yet. One question at a time, Captain Greedy.” Images flipped at rapid speed on his screen, slowed and stopped. An image of a ship identical to their prize stood against a pale blue sky. “That thing was never meant to be here in deep space, Pepper. It was called a shuttle, meant only for flights of short duration between nearby objects of a planet, like to orbiting space stations and back to the ground. Our prize was one of only twenty shuttles ever created, and all were presumed destroyed.” Kade gestured out the window. “What we have there isn’t supposed to exist.”
“So, no chance of knowing what’s on board. Delia’s tits. Okay, so we suit up and go look.” Pepper sighed. “Does the pulse come from the nuclear power? I don’t want a radiation leak contaminating my best power suit.”
“No leaks that I can find.” Kade clamped down his helmet, sealing his vulnerable face behind a smoky mask. His voice issued from the radio speaker on the console, and would until Pepper tuned in to his channel from her own suit. “I’ll go see to the jet packs while you primp.”
Pepper laughed and jumped into the bottom half of her suit. Since she wore a singlesuit coverall unless she was sucking up to some officious government type, primping like a sex slave was out of the question. Not that such action did her much good. Pepper fingered the scar that ran from her hairline over her eye to her jaw. No male would look at her without wincing, and that was the way she wanted it. She hit the button that lowered the top half of her suit and fitted herself inside.
By the time they jetted over to the ship, Kade had already located a hole in the hull large enough to let them enter, just behind the command module. He dove right in, and Pepper was seconds behind. They both fought with the odd wheel that opened the door to the next portion, labeled crudely “Cargo Bay.”
There was no sound in space, but Pepper could imagine the creaks and groans emitted by the old mechanism when it finally gave way and spun freely. The door opened into a darkened area where strange shapes floated in the zero gravity. All were packaged, some crudely, to protect them, and many showed signs of collision with other objects.
“I’m going to cut this one open.” Kade changed his left appendage from scanner to knife, and scored along the textile covering a very tall and long object. After several attempts, the wrapping fell away revealing a human female figure made of stone, starkly white in the darkness. “This looks familiar. Let me access the ship’s database.”
Pepper waited, pushing away the occasional object floating too near for her comfort. She’d seen statues before in pictures, mostly in newsvids of the richest homes. This statue was beautiful in a way Pepper could not describe. Pity its arms had been broken off, though they weren’t in evidence nearby.
“Holy Lextu! Pepper! Turn on your link. Take a look at this.” She’d never heard Kade’s voice have that tone of awe and excitement before.
Pepper tongue-switched on her access to the ship, and an exact picture of the statue appeared on the tiny screen in her hood. She listened carefully to the accompanying recording.
Last known picture of Venus de Milo statue, lost in 2015 during reign of dictator Amin. Presumed destroyed in his cultural purge, along with all contents of museums in major metropolitan areas of Europe, Asia, and parts of North America. Estimated value at time of destruction was incalculable…
Kade ended the transmission. “If this is the real thing…”
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Fiery Ember by Celia Kyle
Cover can be found attached or at: http://celiakyle.com/images/news/fieryember.jpg
Blurb:
Ember Ellason is a darned good secretary. True, she'd like to be more, but since her father's passing, her step-mother has taken over as CEO of Ellason Advertising, and Clementine Ellason feels Ember is only good enough to fetch coffee… barely. But when Clementine and her horrid daughters fail to show up for the meeting with the biggest client they could ever land, Ember saves the day by impersonating her step-mother.
Paul Ashe needs a new ad campaign and he's found the perfect company with the perfect proposal in Ellason Advertising. Too bad his body is a little too interested in the voluptuous CEO with her fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. Then he can't seem to find the elusive woman after their first intimate tryst, and is left with only a pair of panties to remember her by.
Will this Cinderella tale end in happily ever after? Or will Ember be separated from her panties—and her prince—for ever more?
Buy link: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8_view_item.html?m8:item=47-201-101-426-1
Blurb:
Ember Ellason is a darned good secretary. True, she'd like to be more, but since her father's passing, her step-mother has taken over as CEO of Ellason Advertising, and Clementine Ellason feels Ember is only good enough to fetch coffee… barely. But when Clementine and her horrid daughters fail to show up for the meeting with the biggest client they could ever land, Ember saves the day by impersonating her step-mother.
Paul Ashe needs a new ad campaign and he's found the perfect company with the perfect proposal in Ellason Advertising. Too bad his body is a little too interested in the voluptuous CEO with her fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. Then he can't seem to find the elusive woman after their first intimate tryst, and is left with only a pair of panties to remember her by.
Will this Cinderella tale end in happily ever after? Or will Ember be separated from her panties—and her prince—for ever more?
Buy link: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8_view_item.html?m8:item=47-201-101-426-1
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Lena's AWOL
I'm scrambling to finish my Spaceport contribution, Time Bomb. I've just turned in the first round of edits for a Hot Flash called Peck of Pickles, and I just turned in the proofs for Bad Fur Day. Oh, and I also got the cover for Bad Fur Day late last night.
We had to do this cover. Just had to, otherwise no one would understand what a Foo Dog looked like.
Bad Fur Day releases in early August, so I'm getting excited.
Lena
Thursday, June 19, 2008
It's Out!! Faux Paws has Been Released!!
Buy it now: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=832
Blurb:
Lucky Thornburn, a Faux Paws, or shifter-born who can’t shift, meets a half-angel named Charm. Charm doesn’t need or want his chivalry, but she’s literally trouble on the wing. She wants to renovate her mother’s old house into a home for foster children just like Charm needed as a child before she was adopted. Lucky’s cold-hearted brother wants the same property for a shopping mall, so Lucky joins in Charm’s renovation project in defiance of his brother.
Once Lucky experiences Charm's, well, charms, they become a team anyone would be fool to mess with. But JR isn't going to give up so easily. And Charm? Well, Charm's not going to give up at all. And Lucky's coming right along with her, because he's discovered something with the sexy Nephylum he never thought he'd find -- which just might be enough to sway his nemesis of a brother.
*****
Night Critters 2: Faux PawsLena Austin and Tuesday RichardsAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards
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The place was halfway to shack status, but he could see the former glory of the old circa 1970 rancher’s sturdy construction. Many vampires loved the homes of the era because there were few windows and the décor often included dark wood trim. From the look of the place, he'd find original stick framing and -- heavens help him --a heat pump furnace. No wonder Charm was cold. Lucky bet himself he'd even find an antique tank water heater. He could hardly wait to bring the house up to code and 21st century comfort. Eagerly, he climbed the porch and knocked politely. Privacy was a real issue with him, and he’d prefer if she let him in.
One white hand reached out around the barely open door, grabbed the front of Lucky's shirt, and dragged him in. Charm's hot mouth locked onto his with the same strength and urgency as her hands. Speaking of her hands, they were bent on getting Lucky out of his clothes by popping buttons and ripping seams.
Not that he planned on arguing. Lucky's brain snapped and popped like bad circuitry before going blank. His hands loosened on his toolboxes and they hit the uncarpeted floor with loud bangs and rattles. Thankfully, the heater worked well enough to chug out a fair dose of heat, and Charm must have set the thermostat to "tropical." Freed of their burdens, Lucky's hands developed minds of their own and sought ways to get Charm out of her laced bodice.
One of her booted feet wrapped around his leg and kicked the door shut. The heat of the room instantly climbed up a notch, and the scent of brewing coffee mixed with the musty odor of old houses. Charm was no slouch about her attempts to relieve him of his white bartending shirt and black jeans. The girl practically whimpered with need, and the clear urgency was a boost to his ego.
He sighed with relief. Apparently, the attraction was mutual, and not the "thank you" fuck he'd first assumed. Her stiff leather bodice laces finally gave way and tender tits softer than clouds fell into his hand. His other hand crept around back to where her long black skirt covered her little round ass, careful not to hurt her wings. Apparently she was naked beneath the thin gauze layers of the skirt.
Good thing Charm was equally dexterous. His jeans hit his ankles, freeing his cock, and her fingers wrapped around the length of him without breaking their mutual tongue tonsillectomy. Her hum of delight heralded long strokes with those delicate fingers and made his head swim.
Meanwhile, Lucky's fingers had finally solved the mystery of her skirt closure, and the gauze joined his jeans on the floor, pooling at their feet. His fingertips then located an incredible second set of lacings. He broke the kiss "What the…?"
Charm's green eyes glowed in the light of the single working track lamp in the beams above them. She grinned and shinnied up his body like a tree nymph, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Before he could blink, she nibbled on his ear lobe. "Leather thong panties. Pull the side strings."
One of his hands automatically reached behind to cup her firm round ass and support her weight on his body. Not that she weighed nearly what he thought. Nephylum had flight bones, pocked with holes to make them lighter and more delicate. Lucky chided himself to remember Nephylum bones broke easily. He'd have to find a way to fuck her without killing her or damaging her wings. Still, he managed to pull one set of the side strings as asked. The leather fell away from her flesh.
Charm wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned backwards until her shoulders touched the scarred wall paneling. The parted leather bodice, resembling the remains of a black jewelry box, held her pearly white breasts. The rose vine tattoos circling her nipples were enough to make his mouth water for a taste. She arched her back upward and presented her breasts like a feast. Two matching pearl nipple rings gleamed in the low light.
Suddenly, Lucky was very hungry for breast meat. Decorated like high-class art, they were a confection he didn't even try to resist. He'd never seen nipple rings on anyone, and surprisingly they were warm to the touch of his tongue. Well, duh! They were attached to a warm body. He flicked them each like a toy for a moment, fascinated, until he couldn't resist the hardened pink nipple beneath the ring.
Charm shivered and gasped. Her hips wriggled until she sank down enough for the head of his cock to caress something hot and hard.
Lucky froze, his lips wrapped around a nipple and ring. His cock twitched, rubbing on the heated substance, which definitely was not part of normal female anatomy. What the hell was it? He let go of the ring and nipple. "Charm? What is my cock rubbing?"
She giggled and moved her hips until the object caressed the head of his cock. "Clit ring."
"You're full of surprises." Lucky resumed his explorations of how Charm's nipple ring and nipple felt in his mouth. "I'll have to see it later. If your clit ring tastes as great as your nipple rings, I could get addicted to body jewelry."
Charm moaned and grabbed a curvy wall sconce light fixture above her head. "We'll discuss body jewelry fantasies later, hmm? Right now, I want your cock buried in me and I don't want to wait any longer." She jerked her body away from his hands and fell onto his cock in one smooth motion. Her black wings flared out in an instinctive move to hold her upright, but all they did was flatten themselves against the dusty paneling.
Lucky blessed his construction job which kept his arms and legs firmly muscled while he lifted cement blocks, engineered I-beams, and heavy load jacks all day long. Thrusting upward with his hips while his hands grabbed and supported a horny Nephylum bent on impaling herself on him was all he could manage. Usually, he preferred a horizontal tango, but then again he’d never had a partner with wings before.
Charm didn't seem to care, and matched him stroke for stroke, using the creaking wall sconce above her head to perform a pull-up maneuver in time with his thrusts. Her decorated nipples hypnotically winked and flashed in the light.
Insanely, he envisioned his cock caressing the sexy clit ring with every stroke up or down, and how the warm metal became slick with her juices. He felt each of their frenzied, intense strokes in slow motion.
Charm, too, moved in slow motion. Her half-shut green eyes bored into his, conveying honest, happy lust. Her lips were red from his kisses, and her mouth parted slightly as she panted. Even the sheen of her wings flicked in fiery colors in the half-light on the wall. All in all, she looked like one of the butterfly specimens JR kept in his collection, displayed like art objects instead of beautiful living things.
His heart resolved to protect her from his brother. JR could be horribly ruthless when he decided on a path, and Lucky had been in his way often enough to know how easy it was to get mowed down by JR's single-minded drive to his goals. If, as Charm said, JR had been harassing her, he wanted her home for some as yet undetermined reason. Lucky wouldn't let it happen to Charm.
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Blurb:
Lucky Thornburn, a Faux Paws, or shifter-born who can’t shift, meets a half-angel named Charm. Charm doesn’t need or want his chivalry, but she’s literally trouble on the wing. She wants to renovate her mother’s old house into a home for foster children just like Charm needed as a child before she was adopted. Lucky’s cold-hearted brother wants the same property for a shopping mall, so Lucky joins in Charm’s renovation project in defiance of his brother.
Once Lucky experiences Charm's, well, charms, they become a team anyone would be fool to mess with. But JR isn't going to give up so easily. And Charm? Well, Charm's not going to give up at all. And Lucky's coming right along with her, because he's discovered something with the sexy Nephylum he never thought he'd find -- which just might be enough to sway his nemesis of a brother.
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Night Critters 2: Faux PawsLena Austin and Tuesday RichardsAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards
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The place was halfway to shack status, but he could see the former glory of the old circa 1970 rancher’s sturdy construction. Many vampires loved the homes of the era because there were few windows and the décor often included dark wood trim. From the look of the place, he'd find original stick framing and -- heavens help him --a heat pump furnace. No wonder Charm was cold. Lucky bet himself he'd even find an antique tank water heater. He could hardly wait to bring the house up to code and 21st century comfort. Eagerly, he climbed the porch and knocked politely. Privacy was a real issue with him, and he’d prefer if she let him in.
One white hand reached out around the barely open door, grabbed the front of Lucky's shirt, and dragged him in. Charm's hot mouth locked onto his with the same strength and urgency as her hands. Speaking of her hands, they were bent on getting Lucky out of his clothes by popping buttons and ripping seams.
Not that he planned on arguing. Lucky's brain snapped and popped like bad circuitry before going blank. His hands loosened on his toolboxes and they hit the uncarpeted floor with loud bangs and rattles. Thankfully, the heater worked well enough to chug out a fair dose of heat, and Charm must have set the thermostat to "tropical." Freed of their burdens, Lucky's hands developed minds of their own and sought ways to get Charm out of her laced bodice.
One of her booted feet wrapped around his leg and kicked the door shut. The heat of the room instantly climbed up a notch, and the scent of brewing coffee mixed with the musty odor of old houses. Charm was no slouch about her attempts to relieve him of his white bartending shirt and black jeans. The girl practically whimpered with need, and the clear urgency was a boost to his ego.
He sighed with relief. Apparently, the attraction was mutual, and not the "thank you" fuck he'd first assumed. Her stiff leather bodice laces finally gave way and tender tits softer than clouds fell into his hand. His other hand crept around back to where her long black skirt covered her little round ass, careful not to hurt her wings. Apparently she was naked beneath the thin gauze layers of the skirt.
Good thing Charm was equally dexterous. His jeans hit his ankles, freeing his cock, and her fingers wrapped around the length of him without breaking their mutual tongue tonsillectomy. Her hum of delight heralded long strokes with those delicate fingers and made his head swim.
Meanwhile, Lucky's fingers had finally solved the mystery of her skirt closure, and the gauze joined his jeans on the floor, pooling at their feet. His fingertips then located an incredible second set of lacings. He broke the kiss "What the…?"
Charm's green eyes glowed in the light of the single working track lamp in the beams above them. She grinned and shinnied up his body like a tree nymph, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Before he could blink, she nibbled on his ear lobe. "Leather thong panties. Pull the side strings."
One of his hands automatically reached behind to cup her firm round ass and support her weight on his body. Not that she weighed nearly what he thought. Nephylum had flight bones, pocked with holes to make them lighter and more delicate. Lucky chided himself to remember Nephylum bones broke easily. He'd have to find a way to fuck her without killing her or damaging her wings. Still, he managed to pull one set of the side strings as asked. The leather fell away from her flesh.
Charm wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned backwards until her shoulders touched the scarred wall paneling. The parted leather bodice, resembling the remains of a black jewelry box, held her pearly white breasts. The rose vine tattoos circling her nipples were enough to make his mouth water for a taste. She arched her back upward and presented her breasts like a feast. Two matching pearl nipple rings gleamed in the low light.
Suddenly, Lucky was very hungry for breast meat. Decorated like high-class art, they were a confection he didn't even try to resist. He'd never seen nipple rings on anyone, and surprisingly they were warm to the touch of his tongue. Well, duh! They were attached to a warm body. He flicked them each like a toy for a moment, fascinated, until he couldn't resist the hardened pink nipple beneath the ring.
Charm shivered and gasped. Her hips wriggled until she sank down enough for the head of his cock to caress something hot and hard.
Lucky froze, his lips wrapped around a nipple and ring. His cock twitched, rubbing on the heated substance, which definitely was not part of normal female anatomy. What the hell was it? He let go of the ring and nipple. "Charm? What is my cock rubbing?"
She giggled and moved her hips until the object caressed the head of his cock. "Clit ring."
"You're full of surprises." Lucky resumed his explorations of how Charm's nipple ring and nipple felt in his mouth. "I'll have to see it later. If your clit ring tastes as great as your nipple rings, I could get addicted to body jewelry."
Charm moaned and grabbed a curvy wall sconce light fixture above her head. "We'll discuss body jewelry fantasies later, hmm? Right now, I want your cock buried in me and I don't want to wait any longer." She jerked her body away from his hands and fell onto his cock in one smooth motion. Her black wings flared out in an instinctive move to hold her upright, but all they did was flatten themselves against the dusty paneling.
Lucky blessed his construction job which kept his arms and legs firmly muscled while he lifted cement blocks, engineered I-beams, and heavy load jacks all day long. Thrusting upward with his hips while his hands grabbed and supported a horny Nephylum bent on impaling herself on him was all he could manage. Usually, he preferred a horizontal tango, but then again he’d never had a partner with wings before.
Charm didn't seem to care, and matched him stroke for stroke, using the creaking wall sconce above her head to perform a pull-up maneuver in time with his thrusts. Her decorated nipples hypnotically winked and flashed in the light.
Insanely, he envisioned his cock caressing the sexy clit ring with every stroke up or down, and how the warm metal became slick with her juices. He felt each of their frenzied, intense strokes in slow motion.
Charm, too, moved in slow motion. Her half-shut green eyes bored into his, conveying honest, happy lust. Her lips were red from his kisses, and her mouth parted slightly as she panted. Even the sheen of her wings flicked in fiery colors in the half-light on the wall. All in all, she looked like one of the butterfly specimens JR kept in his collection, displayed like art objects instead of beautiful living things.
His heart resolved to protect her from his brother. JR could be horribly ruthless when he decided on a path, and Lucky had been in his way often enough to know how easy it was to get mowed down by JR's single-minded drive to his goals. If, as Charm said, JR had been harassing her, he wanted her home for some as yet undetermined reason. Lucky wouldn't let it happen to Charm.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Faux Paws Cover is up!
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Faux Paws releases June 20, 2008 barring any unforeseen difficulties! I'm so thrilled. Doesn't Lucky, the hero of Faux Paws, look so peaceful in his sleep? However, that feather beside him is a harbinger of heartbreak to come.
Lena
Monday, June 2, 2008
What's Up With Lena?
You've probably noticed my silence. I had a good reason. Deadlines. Big deadlines and small ones. Now I can tell you the results-- releases for the next few months.
June - Night Critters 2:Faux Paws releases
July - All Wrapped Up goes to print, and Night Critters: Paws to Heal is part of the Heat Stroke series.
August- Night Critters 3: Bad Fur Day releases
Somewhere in there, M might take pity on a hardworking author to post a little Hot Flash I wrote just for this summer called A Peck of Pickles. I haven't turned it in to my editor yet. My crit partners get first slash and burn at me. LOL!
Anyway, that keeps you up to date on ol' Lena. Now I'd better get to work on Spaceport: Time Bomb. LOL!
Lena
June - Night Critters 2:Faux Paws releases
July - All Wrapped Up goes to print, and Night Critters: Paws to Heal is part of the Heat Stroke series.
August- Night Critters 3: Bad Fur Day releases
Somewhere in there, M might take pity on a hardworking author to post a little Hot Flash I wrote just for this summer called A Peck of Pickles. I haven't turned it in to my editor yet. My crit partners get first slash and burn at me. LOL!
Anyway, that keeps you up to date on ol' Lena. Now I'd better get to work on Spaceport: Time Bomb. LOL!
Lena
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Night Critters: Must Love Dogs is Coming!
I'm thrilled. No, really! I just saw the preliminary cover for the first book in my new series, Night Critters. Sahara Kelly is a goddess! I'm impressed. Just wait. Just you wait.
Lena
Lena
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