Quotes, craft,

I am not discouraged, because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward.
- Thomas A. Edison

Remember when you see a man at the top of a mountain, he didn't fall there.

These quotes seemed appropriate because last night I had to trash nearly 2k of one of my current WIP to get it back on track. It seemed like a huge chunk, but there was no way to go forward without cutting out the scene that went wrong. Right now I'm working on fixing the problem and add more words back to the total. A lot of hard work, but I'm aiming for that mountaintop.

I'm currently revising Primal Encounter, as well as trying to get a little closer to the end of Close Contact. I'll continue working on Close Contact because I do want to finish that soon, but I also want to work on Making Magic. The characters are getting demanding. MM will be getting a new title soon. I'm working on a few combinations that better fit the story.

For other writers out there, you might want to check out the newsletter Writing for Success sent out by Marg McAlister. I've found it to be a great resource on craft. Last week's tip was 7 essential plotting questions and they're great even for pantsers. I looked at them and realized that I know those things before I begin writing on almost all of the WIP's I've finished within the last year (even if I don't think of them in the way she worded it).

Fire Princes' Bride Excerpt--Hot

I've been revising and getting a little writing done. I'm working on the revisions for Primal Encounter now. I'm taking a small break from Making Magic. I'm a little over halfway through it now and I needed to think about the direction I'm taking the story.


Now, for the excerpt of Fire Princes Bride, available now from Ellora's Cave.

The waiting was making Karissa nervous. They'd returned to the couch and for some time the two men had been talking of inconsequential things. She hadn't been paying much attention especially as her anxiety grew.

Who says you have to wait for them to make a move? Ijina chuckled. You want it. Go get it. You already know that they're interested.

A low chuckle rolled in the back of Karissa's throat. Ijina was right. They wanted her and they were about to get her.

Callan looked up sharply at that sexy sound.

Karissa caught the confusion in Callan's eyes and smiled as she turned and looped her arms around his neck. Her lips slid over his, her teeth nibbling on his lips before her tongue prodded the sealed flesh. With light, lapping strokes, she sought entry into the warmth of his mouth.

Her tongue drove into his mouth when his lips parted. The rich intan spice taste flowed into her mouth as his tongue stroked into hers. She took his wrist in one of her hands and urged his palm to her breast. Almost automatically, his fingers tightened on the full mound, squeezing and lifting.

"I thought we were going to take this slow and let her relax." Tyral didn't sound upset with the change of plans as he moved up behind her.

"We forgot to tell her.” Mumbled against her lips, the words were indistinct. Callan moved his hand as Tyral's fingers came around and began to play with her long nipples through the smooth, green material of her tunic.

Karissa moaned against Callan's lips as his callused fingertips rolled and pinched her nipples.

"Did we forget that there are two men who want your sweet body, my Ice Lady?” Callan brushed kisses along her jaw and then back to her lips.

"No, I didn't forget. It just feels good.” Karissa moaned and arched pressing her breasts into those talented hands.

"I think we're going to need more room than this couch allows.” Tyral pressed his hard shaft against her back, letting her feel how much he wanted her.

Tyral pulled her with him as he rose to his feet. He swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. "This first time, sweet Karissa, we'll have the comfort and room of a bed. As you're obviously ready to begin, there's no reason to delay.”

Her arms looped loosely around his shoulders. Her lips nibbled at the column of his neck. They wandered up to his left ear, her tongue roaming over his pointed ear before she began nibbling on his earlobe, moving to the rim of his ear.

A harsh groan tore from his lips. "You don't know what you do with that mouth of yours, tana.”