18th Apr, 2011

Inamorata

It was a beautiful, stately English home. It looked big from a distance and the closer the couple got the more gargantuan it became. The grey stonework intimidated and impressed, but rambling vines softened the edges with variegated green explorations and lifted the otherwise depressing look of this, their weekend retreat.

“This place is amazing.” Kirsty exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling and her sensuous lips stretched into a heartfelt smile. Matt’s heart lifted as his girlfriend expressed her pleasure at his special Valentine’s Day surprise.

“It’s all ours for tonight,” he grinned, “and we have a butler and a cook, too!”

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18th Apr, 2011

Gaze

Why do girlfriends insist on dragging you out to noisy clubs when you’ve just been dumped? And then, why do they desert you to go and dance with fit young men when they get fed up of your “Oh, but I loved him sooo much” whining?

Of course, you have to ask that if I knew all this, why did I let Lindsay, Christine, and Sally drag me out in the first place? I have absolutely no bleedin’ idea! I put it down to being in a weakened state. I spent the last weeks of winter sitting in a dark room, eating chocolate and watching every last episode of Friends. That could have brainwashed me into thinking that going out with my bosom buddies actually might cheer me up.

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24th Dec, 2010

Unwrapping Mrs. Claus

Ho, ho, bloody ho.

As you may or many not be able to tell, I am not particularly in the Christmas spirit. Okay, yes I am dressed as Mrs. Claus (short red satin skirt and hooded top edged with white fake fur) but I am freezing my ample butt off here whilst Mr. Claus (AKA Chris my boyfriend) gabs on his mobile phone.

I really don’t want to go to this stupid fancy dress party anyway. I won’t know anyone and I hate going to Chris’s work do’s. They’re all geeky computer types who can only talk about technology or Star Wars and I just end up stood in a corner, sighing. Chris somehow persuaded me in the end, though. Well, he mythered and mythered ’til I just yelled, “Yes, alright!” and then I couldn’t take it back.

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24th Dec, 2010

Sleigh Ride

“Dashing through the snow on this reindeer sleigh,” I sing, off key, improvising the words in my excitement.

Snuggled up beside my husband under soft furs as gentle white flakes flurry around, I feel as if all my Christmases have come at once. It’s not every year you win the lottery. It’s not very year you get to take your whole family to Lapland.

Even better, the daughter is residing happily with the grandparents, great grandparents and aunties and uncles. Daddy and I have hours and hours of sexy snow time to enjoy. Oh yeah, there are advantages to bringing your whole family away on holiday, even the mother-in-law.

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24th Dec, 2010

Master Santa, Mistress Elf

“Oh come on, honey,” I coax, “you know you want to.”

“I look bloody stupid,” my rather disgruntled husband mumbles from deep within the depths of his white, fluffy and very false beard. “And this itches.”

“Oh, come on Aidan. I promised Katherine we’d go. We don’t have to stay long.”

I get down on my knees between his thighs, the voluminous red velvet pants rubbing against my bare arms quite deliciously. I look up into his eyes and I give him the look. We all know the look I mean, don’t we? The “pretty please” look.

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14th Dec, 2010

Kendall Grace Blog tour visits today!

Kendall is going to tell us all about her writing process and style, lets give her a warm welcome! Remember if you comment on this post you could win an Amazon Gift Voucher!

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The writing process for me is somewhat chaotic. I work at a day job where no one knows my alternate identity, and if all goes to plan, will never find out. I also have a husband and two school-aged children. So all of this combined makes my writer’s life a challenge. Before I went back to work full-time I tried the “business hours” approach to writing. As soon as my children left for school I would sit down to work. An hour later the cursor would still be taunting me and I’d have a couple pairs of shoes on the way I’d just ordered from Zappos. The stories came, but very slowly. Much more slowly than I anticipated when I had hours stretching before me in which to write.

When I made the decision to go back to work last year, it did wonders for my creativity. It’s almost as if my muse sensed I’d gotten so fed up with her lazy attitude that I’d abandoned our relationship all together. So she started talking. A lot. “You can handle a full-time job and me at the same time… Your family will adjust… Buy an iPad…” Okay that last one I threw in there just to justify the purchase. Although I do make notes on it. I’m not playing Angry Birds or Fruit Ninja, honest…

What I’ve discovered about myself is that I work well under pressure and time constraints. When I had all that time yawning before me my creativity came to a near standstill at least a couple of times a week. Now that I must juggle writing with everything else I have found that even though I am not spending as much time at the keyboard as I used to, the time I do spend has become more productive. This time crunch has even helped me to rein in my pantser ways. I just don’t have time to go skipping down a plot line that could blow up in my face forty pages in.

So it may appear from the outside that I’m all over the place, and sometimes it feels that way, but at the end of the day the books are getting finished, I’m working at a day job I love, and my family still remembers my name. I must be doing something right :)

Kendall Grace has been writing all her life, starting with a wildly successful Teddy Bear series in second grade which received stellar reviews (and her mother is always right). Her teenage years brought about some truly dreadful, teenage-angst poetry that she still pulls out from time to time and sends little prayers heavenward that her daughter doesn’t torture her as much as Kendall tortured her own mother.

Her adult years were peppered with oddly chosen professions. She worked in the accounting field (snooze fest), as a safe sex counselor with Planned Parenthood for incoming college freshman (don’t ask) and as a personal trainer and lifestyle and weight management consultant.

After becoming a stay-at-home mother her true passion came to the surface and she began to write. She’s delighted every day when she can yell to her husband that she’s working, close the office door on the chaos that is a family of four and become lost in her stories.

Kendall’s promoting her book Come Undone which you can pick up from Ellora’s Cave now.

Come UndoneMy sister became dependent on painkillers after a skiing accident left her leg broken in three places. I didn’t understand and, yes, I judged her. After all, we were talking about her will. No one was forcing those pills down her throat. It seemed very cut-and-dried to me back then. But I know differently now.

The first time Chase touched her, Jane finally understood addiction…understood the aching need, the keen want for more…more of his hands…his mouth…his tongue. His complete mastery over her body. She knew the suffocation of crushing anxiety as she waited for her next hit, the flash of terrific pain when it didn’t come.

Chase seems unwilling to give Jane what she needs; what she ultimately craves above all else. But addicts can’t think beyond the fix. They’ll resort to desperate measures to feed their need…even if they lose themselves in the process. Even if they come undone…
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