Monday, March 30, 2015

Frustration and annoyance blocks

I don't know about you, but for me sometimes my mind gets stuck in life's more annoying moments. We all have things, problems, situations, in short life, that gets in our way, but sometimes, a problem will gnaw and remain stubbornly in the head. And that preoccupation can kill the creativity.

I'm sure you've had moments like it. That argument with a friend or loved one about something you'll never agree on. The times when telling what you really think just isn't possible. Now, for me, it's times like these when my mind can get locked on certain matters, thinking about what I could have said differently for example.

These things are taking up valuable time and energy and that's not helping me get what I really want. The story on the page and happiness in my own life.

When this happened most recently, I turned to what I know to help me get back into the storyline. Writing.

To get back on track, I had to get the stuff that annoyed, frustrated or angered me out of my head. So I wrote. In different cases, I tried different things. If what was hanging me up was simple anger because I couldn't say anything about it, I just channeled that anger into a scene.

It usually works. If I'm so frustrated I need to cause a little fictional mayhem, well, that's what I do even if it doesn't fit the current WIP. I get that jotted down, save it, because I might be able to use it later, and get back to work.

There are other times and instances which required a little more introspection and a different approach. Sometimes, I wrote the response that I held back on simply to release the frustration over not being able to say what I felt was right. Other times I've simply written about my annoyance, what annoyed me about the situation and acknowledged what I can't change and what I could.

It's all about getting those thoughts and emotions out of my head so that I could focus on what's important now. Writing my stories and being happy.

Happy reading and writing!

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Entwined Excerpt #amwriting

I thought I'd share a short excerpt of my latest WIP. It's loosely titled Entwined Fantasy. I don't think the last part of that title will stick because it doesn't fit the storyline even though I like the sound of the two words together. It's more of a genre tag.

Entwined is a M/F fantasy set on a alternate Earth a lot like the one we live on today, but with a magical difference. This is a little rough, but enjoy!


Alexander paused outside the door to the room where Chelsea waited. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He couldn’t show her how angry he was. That fucking bastard had gotten into her house. He’d placed a fucking spell trap meant to hold her captive. She had almost triggered the trap before she noticed it. Grant hadn’t told him much beyond that the spelled object was meant to hold her there, but it was enough.
Chelsea’s stalker had gone over the edge. As an Alfar, the man had access to such magics, but using it that way was a perversion. Alfar magic was meant to create, nurture or transform. They could tell by the feel of the power that it was a male as well as that he was one of them. Alexander knew that Chelsea had been hoping  that it wasn’t someone from their small city. Alexander had known that wasn’t likely. Outsiders didn’t come to Alden Glen very often. A spell protected the city. While it didn’t bar people from entering, it did make it disorienting for those who didn’t have business here. Not to mention that she didn’t leave Alden Glen that often so encountering, much less having enough contact with someone who’d stalk her from outside of the city was improbable.
A hand on his shoulder startled him. He looked over his shoulder and saw the Chief of Police Gallagher Stark. Gallagher squeezed.
“Take a few deep breaths and then get in there. She needs you.” Gallagher looked at the door. “Even after he broke the windows in her home and went into her home, she wasn’t prepared for this.”
“I knew she wouldn’t be. She didn’t think he’d go this far.” Alex sighed. No one had been able to come up with a reason for the stalking. Her ex-boyfriend was married and based on his location during a few of the incidents, he’d been cleared.
Alex straightened and squared his shoulder. As much as he’d like to drive his fist into the nearest wall, he had to control himself. Gallagher was right. He needed to get in there with Chelsea.

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

Guest Blog: Love Refocused by Nancy Corrigan #contest

Nancy Corrigan has stopped by the blog again to share another excerpt of her latest release and a contest! Don't forget to enter the contest located at the bottom of the entry! Welcome, Nancy!

Sander’s Valley, 2
Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister, Iona. He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up. She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see. Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona fearful and fix it.

Iona can’t believe her luck. The man she lusts after is her new sister’s soon to be brother-in-law. The kiss they share shatters her, but her attempt to stop any involvement with him ends up with her agreeing to three dates. She decides Wyn is unlike any man she’s ever known, and it’s unfortunate she can’t enjoy him. She isn’t in the market for a boyfriend. All she wants is sex. The only problem is—she doesn’t think Wyn sees things her way.

Short Blurb:

When Wyn sees Iona, he falls hard. Iona's not so sure—their chemistry is explosive, but after a bad relationship she's not sure she can commit again.


The chimes over the door sounded, pulling him out of his thoughts and announcing a customer, except business hours had ended an hour ago. Only one person he could think of who’d walk in: Kyle.
“If you’re back to beg me to come eat your girl’s sad attempt at dinner, you can forget it. Last time I ate the crap she made, I had the shits for days.”
A woman’s giggle answered him.
The wrench he held slipped from his hand. The clank reverberated in the garage and mixed with the click of heels. He inwardly cursed. Way to impress, jackass. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to impress. Like his older brothers, he’d worked his way through the county’s available women. He’d only accomplished the feat in half the time they had.
“Next time, try Pepto-Bismol. It works wonders.”
The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick peek showed a pair of open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he wouldn’t mind licking either.
His cock thickened.
He slid the rolling platform from beneath the truck. The woman didn’t move. His chest ended up between her spread legs. He swept his gaze over her thin but shapely thighs to the frayed denim cutoffs that barely covered her ass. Right above the waistband, a small rose tattoo partially showed. The sight of it there acted as a lure. He wanted to peel her shorts off to see the rest of the design.
He forced his gaze higher before he gave in to the urge. A plaid midriff shirt was tied in a loose knot under her boobs. Her breasts matched the rest of her delicate frame, but they’d give him enough to suckle on. Or nibble on. Or hell, cushion his head when he fell asleep in her arms. Oh yeah, they were perfect.
The longer he stared, the quicker her chest rose and fell. He couldn’t stop his grin from spreading if he tried. Having a hot woman drool over him was the biggest damn turn-on a guy could get.
She placed a hand on her hip. “Do you like what you see?”

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Author Bio
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.


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