October 2007 archive

What Should Have Happened

… between Butch and Vishous.

And a huge thanks to the ever-so-gorgeous [so very very gorgeous that the sight of him makes my knees all melty and my palms sweaty and girly parts a-quiverin’, thus releasing a bonding scent that smells oddly like freshly baked cinnamon rolls and Summer’s Eve ] Marc-Andre for sending me this video. Kisses!

Oh, and here’s a nice little Halloween Scare. The lovely man also sent me this. Science, as if I weren’t already paranoid about the dead rising up and wanting to eat my brain and taking over the world. Merci beaucoup, mon cher!

Mr. Bitey FaceP.S. Speaking of big, badass vampires– Darling Sybil is having a give-away on her site. Here are the deets:

We’ve got a marvelous prize pack of the three ARCs of Lynsay Sands‘ new Argenau Vampire books:

* The Accidental Vampire (Argeneau Vampires, Book 7)
* Vampires are Forever (Argeneau Vampires, Book 8 )
* Vampire, Interrupted (Argeneau Vampires, Book 9)
* Plus some other little goodies that Gwen apparently has been trying to steal from Syb.

[…]

All you need to do to enter to win this fabuloso prize pack is comment about vampires on this post. What’s your favorite part of vampire lore? Favorite vampire movies? Favorite vampire hero? How realistic are vampires in fiction compared to what could happen in real life?

I might love someone forever if they comment about the changing myths about vampires over time and how that reflected the society that it came from. Of course that may be asking for a lot. . .

Be sure to comment on this post about vampires and a winner will be randomly selected to win the three ARCs and the goody bag of toys.

And October’s Winner is…

Kelly McCrady, with this entry:

“Cover me.” Gretel rose from her crouch.

“I’m out.” John grabbed her hip and showed her the open .45.

“Don’t you carry extra?”

“One in each pocket. Where am I supposed to carry more, in my ass?”

“You might like it.” She recalculated the distance to the next crate. “Stay down.”

One diving roll spun her across the empty aisle. Red bolts of energy followed. A blast of fetid breath wafted past. Scuffling and a shout from behind dropped her heart into her stomach.

“Gretel!”

How did it get behind them? She whirled. John dangled from grotesque, two-fingered fists. Feet peddling the air, trying to pry blood-purple claws away from his ribs, he failed to notice he could kick the beast in two vital areas.

Swearing, she charged. With its hands busy, the thing only drooled in her direction, unprepared for the swing of her staff. “Duck, babe!” The first hit thudded upside its thick skull. Spinning the staff over their heads, she brought the opposite end down on the monster’s arm. Crack!

The demon howled—and so did John as it squeezed him harder. She brought the first end up into its ribs. She didn’t dare look at John. As long as he kept kicking and yelling, she knew he was alive.

The beast took a step toward her, letting go of the FBI man with one hammy fist. Gretel aimed the end of her staff like a pool cue and pounded it into the blackened flesh of the demon’s face. A blinding flash split the warehouse darkness as the magnesium endcap broke in the creature’s mouth.

John dropped to the cement, rolling away from the dissolving, burning creature, leaving bloody tracks. She stepped in front of him, blinking from the bright flash, but no further threat manifested.

From the floor, John’s voice shook. “You forgot to mention I wasn’t shooting at a human-sized assailant. I think it broke my ribs.” He winced, eyes dilated, face pale and hands shaking. She lifted his bloody shirt. Superficial cuts bled, and bruising purpled his ribs. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Light stubble scraped her lips. When his hand found her breast, she knew he would be okay.

“Pussy,” she said. “Let’s scram before any of its friends show up.”

“There are more?” John rolled to his feet and jogged after her. “And I’m not a pussy!”

Kelly, email me with your info and I’ll hook you up with your 50 Amazon bux.

And that’s it!

The Writing Contests will be going on hiatus till further notice. As you guys might have noticed, I haven’t been posting things on the days I say I would… on the account of me being ridiculously busy lately. So yeah… thanks again to everyone for playing and making these contests wonderful and inspiring for everyone. You guys rule.

Show and Tell with Lyn Taylor

[Lyn Taylor designed the cover of Prime Suspect by KS Augustin, available at Total E-bound.]


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A lonely being in a lonely galaxy…Heron Meed has two strikes against it. It is an hermaphrodite in a galaxy dominated by two-gendered beings. And it’s a convicted criminal.

After six years of incarceration, Heron is trying to start a new life, but that isn’t easy when so many avenues are closed to it. It finally finds a refuge of sorts on the Castor Xeni Orbital and a surcease from its pain in the arms of voluptuous Subah Doisson but then various systems on the Orbital start getting sabotaged. With a small engineering population, and Heron the only newcomer to the station, how can the hermaphrodite prove its innocence amid a sea of entrenched prejudice?

In KS Augustin’s Prime Suspect, the character filling the shoes of ‘Hero’ is an Hermaphrodite, so a full body shot was going to require a certain femininity about it. Unfortunately this is where my own tastes interfere. I like ‘manly’ men LOL, so the effeminate men just weren’t working for me. I kept coming back to the current image as it was fairly indiscriminate once I’d painted out the tattoo and it had a certain amount of secrecy to it.

The background is pretty straight forward. The earth shot was one of the first images that jumped out at me. It’s just layered over a black background – voila! Space. Looking at it now, I possibly could have added some stars but the Tech brush pretty much fills that void.

Originally I think I only had the hermaphrodite character portrayed on the cover. Then the publisher asked if I could try it with the female character. We couldn’t decide which we preferred, so I put them together. Luckily the lighting worked well and I just needed to darken the images and match their colour tones. I also liked how the couple fit together. There was chemistry, so to speak and they looked like two lonely people caught in the vastness of space.

To finish it off, I decided I’d better highlight the hermaphrodite twist so I simply added the symbol for male and female together. It was after the fact that I actually Googled to see if there was actually a universal symbol for hermaphrodites – which just happened to be what I’d made up anyway. Phew!

This cover was nice and straight forward. Kaz had put quite a bit of info into her Cover Request form, which was a nice change from the usual ‘whatever the artist feels is right’. The latter comment usually comes back to bight me on the butt 😉

[You can see more of Lyn’s work here.]

Deatri King-Bey Presents Romance Slam Jam

A Slice of Heaven

Boy meets girl. Boy and girl go ga-ga over each other, but fight the attraction. Boy and girl give in to their feelings and fall madly in love. Something happens to break boy and girl up. Boy and girl reunite and live happily ever after… Oh so sweet. Oh so simple. Traditional romance fans read this scenario time and time again, yet never tire of it.

Many can’t see the appeal of romance books. As a proud romance reader and author, I hear it all the time—Romance novels are too predictable—They’re nothing but female porn—They aren’t realistic—They don’t touch real issues…. Readers and authors of romance are often times made to feel like the unwanted bastard child who refuses to just disappear.

I’m sure some of you have felt it or perhaps seen the disdain when whomever you are speaking to says, “Oh, you’re reading romance…” I’ve been known to say, “So what do you find so wrong with reading about two people who fall in love, respect each other, complement each other, solve their issues and live happily ever after?” I’m sure you all have a few dozen defense of romance battle stories.

I know at times I could just scream. Or better yet, how about finding a romance readers paradise? Somewhere where other avid readers of romance gather to commune with people who actually LOVE a great LOVE story? How about meeting your favorite romance author—scratch that—how about meeting your favorite romance authors and actually getting to hang out with them instead of being rushed through the book signing line?

How about if you are one of the “lowly” romance authors? Imagine a place where you are welcomed and shown appreciation for your talent instead of being shunned as “not a real author.” This romance readers’ paradise is also a romance authors’ paradise because you are able to connect with your readers with real quality and a large quantity of time. In this place literary agents and publishing houses seek you out.

Ahhhhhhh yes, Romance Reader and Author Heaven.

Allow me to tell you about a slice of Heaven called the Romance Slam Jam Conference, an exciting, power-packed conference for readers and authors of Black romance. Sixty published authors, numerous aspiring authors and hundreds of avid readers are expected to attend the 2008 event. Thirteen years ago, Emma Rodgers and Ashira Tosihwe, owners of Black Images in Dallas, and Best Selling Author Francis Ray began the conference to demonstrate what Nikki Giovanni describes as “The Power, Passion and Pain of Black Love.”

Big names such as Beverly Jenkins, Donna Hill, Francis Ray, Rochelle Alers and other top notch authors will be in attendance, but the Romance Slam Jam conference is much bigger than the names of authors who attend. For a few days each year, readers and authors of Black romance come together and celebrate our love of the romance genre. We discuss books, industry trends, make new friends, catch up with old, conduct workshops, party… This conference has become more than a conference, and the attendees have become more than attendees. The attendees have become a family and the conference has become a reunion. It’s impossible to explain the depth of the relationships formed at this reader and author event. This is something you must experience.

The next Romance Slam Jam will be in Chicago from 30 April – 4 May 2008. To learn more about the Romance Slam Jam Conference, visit the website at http://www.romanceslamjamconference.com.

Much Joy Peace and Love

Deatri King-Bey

Proud Romance Reader and Author

http://www.deewrites.com

It’s Feeding Time!

This is for my homies. I always bust it out whenever people get a little touchy and start accusing people ugly things.

Everyone’s a little bit racist
Sometimes.
Doesn’t mean we go
Around committing hate crimes.
Look around and you will find
No one’s really color blind.
Maybe it’s a fact
We all should face
Everyone makes judgments
Based on race.

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