That's It! I'm Becoming a Hermit!!!

No, you didn’t read that incorrectly. I really am contemplating becoming a hermit. (Oh, all right I’ll still allow my closest loved ones in to see me once in a while. As long as they're nice and do everything my way that is! J Just kidding! I love you guys!) Seriously though sometimes I know just how Bilbo Baggins felt in The Fellowship of the Ring. All he wanted was to be left alone. As a writer, I get that feeling more often than I'd like to admit.

I’ve recently come to the realization that the one person you can trust not to step on your toes, whine at you, hurt your feelings, steal your clothes…(okay this list we’ll be here forever.) You get the idea. Damn where was I…Oh yes…the only person you can trust not to give you a hard time and do one of the things I’ve already listed or even one of…well I can’t even count as high as that number would be…suffice it to say the only person is you.

Yes, you heard me right. The only person you can count on to not be a pain in the ass at least once in a while is…yourself. (And that's debatable half of the time as well. I know very cynical I know, but there it is.)

No I haven’t gone insane…regardless of the reports you’ve probably read. It hit me like a ton of bricks one night…

There I was sitting at my computer staring at the screen trying my hardest to finish up two measly little old scenes (they were already halfway done even!) for a book I’d been promising to send out to my editor for…hmmm…at least two weeks. Of course, Lucien had hightailed it off to God knows where (Damn finicky muse! Always disappearing when I need him the most!!)

I’d gotten upset over something I’d heard or read (don’t remember what it was now. That happens all too often.), but suffice it to say whatever it was didn’t sit well with my heart (Damn thing is as bad as the muse!! Sometimes worse!!!) and so…yep…you guessed it…I was blocked!!! DAMN IT!!! Didn’t those two know I had deadlines to meet?

Of, course they did! But, did they care? (You’re probably nodding your head yes right about now. Well, let me tell you. You’re dead wrong!) Yes, they cared. I could hear them both crying inside… ‘Come on already!! You know what needs to be written!!! It’s all right here in your head!!!’ (That was the heart.) ‘You know what I told you happened, lass. But if you need reminding…I’d be more than happy to demonstrate with…’ (We’ll leave that one right there! I’m sure you can figure out what he was leading to. In case you’re wondering, that was Lucien, my muse. He’s quite the devilish rogue and a sinfully sexy Scottish brogue to boot.) Hang on just a second…

Fine! Lucien wants me to tell you that he didn’t cry that. He…*sigh*…He whispered it seductively. *turns to Lucien* There are you happy?

*shakes head in disbelief* You’d think I’d gotten use to that by now. Nope! He’s a pain in the ass half the time…oh who am I kidding…ALL of the time.

What was I talking about now? *scratches head*

Oh that’s right! Why I’m going to become a hermit!

As I was saying, yes both my heart and my muse cared that I was blocked. There just wasn’t anything either of them could do to help. You see when I get overly emotional about something I tend to break down inside. Sometimes just a tiny bit…other times its days before I get back on track. Either way, being emotional blocks my creativity which in turn blocks Lucien from helping me to get back on track.

Okay so this isn't a turret.
A girl can dream can't she!

*heavy sigh* So, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to become a hermit.

A nice little turret in the backyard should do nicely. I’ll hole up there for a couple of weeks at a time then come out to spend time with my family and mingle among the living breathing 3-dimentional people for a while.

This is more what I was thinking for real life. 

Once I’ve sated the need to be around my loved ones (For both them and me. And actually, I go inside at night to sleep. Hey, my bed in there is more comfortable. Especially with my darling husband lying next to me and let’s face it I’d miss giving the kids a kiss goodnight.) Then it’s back into the turret for me. Away from all the distractions and potential writing blockers.

Tumbleweed Tiny Houses Hmmm...wonder if I could get one
 built to look like Cinderella's Castle?

At least until I get the next book written. Once I’ve made enough money, I’ll go buy a Tumbleweed and take my new hermit status on the road. J

Okay, now that I’ve put myself out there and made the guy with the foil hat hanging out on the corner look good with all my craziness. How do you get away when life throws things at you? Do you have a special place you go to? Real or imagined?

(DISCLAIMER: I reserve the right to take any potential juicy setting to use in a book. Come on you know you’d be thrilled with that. Especially if I promise to make a note of who said it so I can thank them after the book has been accepted.)

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest (Hey stop staring at it!!) Back to the dungeon for me. *turns at the sound of Lucien’s voice* What? No!! It’s not time to work on that one! We have to finish the other one first!! No I don’t care if you’d rather write the freakin’ Halloween BDSM story. That will be next. *weg* I promise!

Until we meet again…where passion breathes…

Shay

PS...Don't forget to check out my books and contribute to the Tumbleweed fund!

"Shooting Stars" available at Dreams N Fantasies, Wicked Ink Press, and Amazon.

"Branded Hearts" available from Sizzler Editions.

Something Sexy for your Fourth of July

Happy Fourth of July!! I hope everyone is having a fun and safe holiday. Remember to thank the troops for their efforts to keep us all safe. I salute you all and keep you in my thoughts and prayers every day.

Wow! The last week was awesome, but very tiring. I attended RWA National Conference in New York City. It was awesome to see some of my favorite authors and get to know new ones. I was also able to meet my editor, Louisa Bacio. I'm looking forward to another conference in the future.

I missed Six Sentence Sunday because of travel. I'm now visiting family and will be for the next two weeks. Later this week I'm scheduled to get Willa's tramp stamp from Shooting Stars. I'll post a pic after it heals. Very nervous about it. So since I didn't get to post yesterday for SSS, I'm going to post a teaser today. I've also received the good news that Shooting Stars is now available for Kindle. I'll post the link after the teaser from the sequel Falling Star.

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Her body throbbed at the sensations he was ringing from her. She could do nothing, but gasp for breath as he assaulted her senses. Driving her wild with both his words and his actions.

Schy raised her leg and put it over his shoulder giving him better access to her. He stroked in and out of her slippery folds building the tension inside her as he leaned in and sucked at her clit.

She clutched at his shoulders to keep her balance when she would have fallen. She felt Schy steady her with a hand on her ass. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. She was on fire from the inside out. Heat pooled at her core, liquifying and pouring out of her onto his tongue. She screamed out his name, bucking against his mouth as the pressure continued to climb inside her.

She tried to pull away for a moment of respite, but he held her still while he continued to torture her with his wicked tongue. She felt her pussy pulsing more intently as her climax neared. She couldn’t breathe the pleasure was so intense. Now instead of trying to push away she threaded her hands into his silky brown hair and held on for dear life.

She cried out in ecstasy as she felt her [pussy] contract around the fingers he still had buried deep within her. She could feel her body trembling with the force of her release. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt such an intensity of emotions.

No. That wasn’t true. She’d felt it earlier today.

With Kee.

Before she could continue with that train of thought she [felt] herself being lifted and carried to the bedroom, where Schy laid her across the silky, red comforter covering their bed. The cool satin, a stark contrast to her heated skin, made her shiver at the contact with it. She watched through hooded eyes as Schy quickly toed off his shoes and shucked his jeans.

Willa’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of his ridged cock straining against his stomach. She wanted to taste him with her tongue, sucking him all the way down her throat. She moaned. She started to sit up so she could take him in her hand and feel this silk heat of the skin stretched over it, but he pushed her back down.

“No, tonight I just want you to enjoy.” He licked his way from her naval to her breast. “I want you to think about what it would be like to have two sets of hands stroking your sweet body. Two mouths. One to suckle your aching breasts.” He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard enough for her to feel the pull in her womb. “While the other one savored the taste of you here.” He cupped her mound and stroked the sensitive flesh between her legs.

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Hope you enjoyed that. I'm hard at work on the revisions. And I hope to be able to share the cover art with you soon. In the mean time, go check out Shooting Stars to find out how the relationship with Willa, Schy and Kee begins. 

You can find it at Dreams N Fantasies, Wicked Ink Press and Amazon. I hope to be able to post for Six Sentence Sunday this week. In the mean time, I wish each and everyone of you a Happy Fourth of July! Please take a moment to remember all the wonderful Troops and their families that sacrifices each and every day to make sure we are safe.

Until we meet again....where passion breathes...

Shay

Oh and just for some fun here's some eye candy. Gotta love a man in uniform...or out of it as it were! *sigh*