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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

A Summer Devon cover for a book coming soon!

Me: Lookit! Ha! This is my book's cover! Yay!

Husband: What's a bander?

Me: See that animal at the bottom? That's a bander, based on a frumious bandersnatch.

Husband: Oh. I thought it might be a book about a guy who bands birds.

Me: No.

Husband: you know. a guy who clamps a little ring around a bird's leg?

Me: Not that kind of bander.

Husband: A wild bird bander who needs to be tamed and--

Me: No.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Wow, would you look at that weather!

now that I have the promo out of the way (oh, my precious, precious pull quote!) I can get started rereading romances with storms in them. I'm going to write an article about 'em.

I grabbed a stack of books off the shelf--real books and not just the ones on my kindle so now my room is a mess--and it's amazing how many books do have storms that
1. make the h/h lose their way
2. force the h/h to hole up together for a day or a season.
3. cover footprints with snow and make the h/h or villain lose the scent (usually literal scent. I seem to have accumulated a fair number of paranormals)

Stuff falling out of clouds is the best deus ex machina ever because it's hardly an unbelievable chariot driving out of the sky. Weather, a writer's best plotty friend.

older book, new review

"Readers are sure to love this impressive latest offering from Dee and Devon." That sentence alone is worth a celebratory cup of coffee.

From Romantic times:

Four Stars! 

THE PSYCHIC AND THE SLEUTH
by Bonnie Dee, Summer Devon
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Psychic, Paranormal Romance
Sensuality: SCORCHER
RT Rating
Readers are sure to love this impressive latest offering from Dee and Devon. In Victorian England, loving another man is more scandalous than being a murderer

, so Robert has always kept his proclivities a deep secret. But the gently disarming Oliver is an enticement he can’t resist. A deep mystery, a family scandal and a passion that can’t be denied, painted with lyrical language, all elevate this novel a step above the usual.

Inspector Robert Court was never happy with the execution of the rag-and-bones man who was charged with murdering his cousin. Something wasn’t right, but his superiors wouldn’t let him pursue it. Instead, he’s assigned to uncover fake psychics fleecing the wives of the local gentry.

Oliver Marsh has parlayed his occasional flashes of insight into a successful con game of spiritualism, comforting himself by thinking he gives his clients solace. But when he runs into Robert, he experiences a terrifying psychic episode — all centering on Robert’s cousin. A true non-believer, Robert is drawn to the man who may be able to give him answers. Now they’re racing to find a murderer — and to keep anyone from knowing of their illicit passion. (SAMHAIN, Dec., 232 pp., $14.00)
Reviewed By: Pat Cooper

Friday, October 19, 2012

words words words

When I was 13, I was targeted by a physical bully. I don’t recall how long he went after me, more than a week, less than a month, probably. I vividly remember several run-ins.

The guy would grab my hair and hold on. I’d have to bend sideways until he let go. he forced me to walk around the classroom like that. That was mortifying. He’d twist my arm. He’d dig his nails into my skin and leave a mark. He rammed me into a doorframe and once pushed me onto the floor. When I tried to get up, he pushed me back down again.

I complained to the teacher and to my parents, and they said yes, he should stop, but they pointed out that I should be complimented. Boys got rough when they liked girls. In a few years, my father said, the guy would figure out how to deal with his attraction better.

That particular kid had had some trauma in his life—his father had died suddenly and violently. Maybe that was why there weren’t consequences to his actions--at least none I saw.

I think some adult must have talked to him about leaving me alone, or maybe he moved onto another target because the abuse stopped suddenly.

I remember feeling an impotent rage at that guy. I day-dreamed about smashing him. I never, not once, considered smashing myself because of what he’d done to me.

Here’s the thing: That bullying kid who caused physical pain was nothing compared to mental bullies. Most significantly, he was a single person, not a group going for a mass pile-on.

That situation was easy to cope with compared to the more subtle nasty bullying that I’ve seen. I knew that what he was doing was crappy and wrong (even if the adults around didn’t seem to).

The pain he created was immediate and didn’t linger. I knew he was a dickhead and I felt angry, and I didn’t wonder to myself if maybe he had a point. I don’t recall words he used, but even if he did talk trash, I never thought I was the problem—he so clearly was.

He acted alone. If other people had joined him maybe I'd have some scars, and I don't mean the physical sort. That sort of bullying requires conversation, at least two people talking about the object of their scorn. The chatter can eat a person's self-confidence and sense of worth with the speed of sound.

A slap on the face is no fun, but nothing can cause destruction like bullies who use words skillfully or, worse, carelessly. Words pile up and suffocate joy.

That line about sticks and stones? Garbage.

What happened to Amanda included physical attacks but the words used on her like "slut" and  "look around nobody likes you" and "I hope she dies this time." battered her soul. People crumble faster when the violence of words hit something inside.

Amanda Todd was abused by bullies for two years. Right now people are looking around, trying to point fingers at the original bully. Anonymous tracked down a man who they claim is responsible for blackmailing her and spreading pictures of her. But his actions were only the start. Like most of the truly horrific bullying cases out there, she became the target of more than a single person.

One person, one word, one action starts the whole useless pain of bullying but it is the accumulation of words, so easy to toss off unless you're the target, that does the damage.


Join other authors against bullying.
 Mandy M. Roth Yasmine Galenorn Lauren Dane  Michelle M. Pillow  Kate Douglas Shawntelle Madison  Leah Braemel  Aaron Crocco NJ Walters Jax Garren Shelli Stevens Melissa Schroeder Jaycee Clark Shawna Thomas Ella Drake E.J. Stevens Ashley Shaw Jeaniene Frost Rachel Caine Kate Rothwell Jackie Morse Kessler Jaye Wells Kate Angell Melissa Cutler PT Michelle Patrice Michelle Julie Leto Kaz Mahoney Cynthia D'Alba Jesse L. Cairns TJ Michaels Jess Haines Phoebe Conn Jessa Slade Kate Davies Lynne Silver Taryn Blackthorne Margaret Daley Alyssa Day Aaron Dries Lisa Whitefern Rhyannon Byrd Carly Phillips Leslie Kelly Janelle Denison Graylin Fox Lee McKenzie Barbara Winkes Harmony Evans Mary Eason Ann Aguirre Lucy Monroe Nikki Duncan Kerry Schafer Ruth Frances Long

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I'm doing the blogging against bullying

I don't believe that changing my facebook status for an hour will help solve any of the world's problems, and I know for sure that my blog won't either.

But I don't discount the power of words en masse. Anyone who visits the internet knows it can be a vicious place. You're here; you know.

People can be scary, especially when they're filled with that burning venom, especially when a group does a piles-on with that gleeful hatred. So maybe a group of people who've piled on for the opposite reason--to create a soothing blanket--can put out the fires, at least on occasion.

Enough with the bad metaphors.

 Go to Mandy's place if you want to learn more. 

 I'm coming back on the 19th with a couple of my bullying experiences. Heck, we've all lived through them. I expect even (or perhaps especially?) bullies have too. Defining the action can help stop the next incident. Talking about it helps to heal the past. Tell me about yours.


Thursday, October 11, 2012

Paper! Back! and a give-away

I found a box of books from Samhain on my front porch--it's the same book, over and over, Unnatural Calamities.

 I read everything on my Kindle these days. I don't make any money from print books. Given a choice, I'd rather not have my books go into print. And yet...and yet. It's still cool to hold a real book. I'm not over my print addiction. 

This one even has a nice cover. (I was mostly embarrassed when Irrational Arousal showed up on my porch). The back cover is nice too. It's red on white. Yum. I'm fond of this book--this is the story that has every romance trope I could imagine in it-- so I'll keep at least one copy for me.

Linda picked one up, flipped it open and said, "hey, look a typo." It was a "joke" ha ha ha. We both agreed that we never ever look in books because we do not want to see those things. No, no.

I brought it into work (Barnes and Noble--we sit in the cafe and type, so I'm not talking real work). I wanted to see if I could convince the manager to carry it. She's not here, but Eric the Barrista was impressed by the actual paper copy of the book.

I'm heading over to goodreads to make a contest to give it away. below is a link to the contest, I hope.



 
 


    Goodreads Book Giveaway
 



   

        Unnatural Calamities by Summer Devon
   


   

     


          Unnatural Calamities
     


     


          by Summer Devon
     



     

         
            Giveaway ends October 14, 2012.
         

         
            See the giveaway details
            at Goodreads.
         

     

   

   


      Enter to win

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

messing around

The ads on the side of my pages are getting more and more specific. I do a search on back pain (ow. yes, it's getting better, but ow.) and suddenly I see all these back stores advertised for days and days afterwards.

I'm doing an experiment to see if the same thing will happen with buzz words in this blog.

Dog training
wine tasting
pillow bedding
black skirt
tools, screwdriver

junk removal
jello desserts
accidental death
nylon rope
Corpse removal, coffins, casket