Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Summer Writing Cave

This past weekend was a holiday weekend here, and summer temperatures came with it. It was sunny and hot, the kind of day you want to be outside. And the kind of day that makes writing in the attic impossible after 9am.

This wasn't as big a problem for me in the past. I usually worked on new projects in the morning, and with my trusty laptop I could work on rewrites and promo anywhere. This year things are different.

I have a day job, which means my writing schedule has changed. I'm writing in the evenings now and there is no way I can do that in the attic. After noon. the temperature hovers between 85 and 90 degrees up there. This leaves me no choice but to find a new writing cave until the fall.

There are two possibilities, the family office or the backyard. (The latter I have just abandoned because it started to rain.)  Clearly there are pros and cons to both.

Family office pros: A door. A proper desk. Reasonable lighting. Cons: Clutter. Chair is broken so I feel like I'm sitting in a hole. Room comes with a mean, hissing bird.

Back yard pros: Lovely view. Fresh air. Comfortable chairs. Cons. Weather dependent. No door to cut back on interruptions. A glare on the computer screen so I have to squint even in the shade.

I'll likely go back and forth between the two. Which one would you pick?

Monday, May 21, 2012

Sinful Sirens Winner

Congrats to Yvette! She's won an ecopy of Blood and Bone. Yvette, I've sent you an email, let me know if you don't receive it.

Thanks to everyone who took part!

Monday, May 14, 2012

Sinful Sirens Blog Hop

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Welcome to the Sinful Siren Blog Hop, hosted by Under the Covers and Guilty Pleasures. The hop begins May 15th and runs until the 20th. I'm giving away a copy of my ebook, Blood and Bone to one lucky winner. (Open to international participants.) Just leave your name, email address with a comment and I will announce a winner on the 21st. Good Luck!

The deeper they dig into the past, the closer they come to a killer.

Crime writer Shayne Reynolds is looking for the next book that’ll get her out of her parents’ basement and on track to rebuilding her life. She’s found it in Robert Anderson, a confessed murderer who’s out on parole. Something’s never added up about that case.

From the moment she sets foot in Dark Water, nothing goes as planned. Anderson’s family wants her to drop the story—especially surviving son Des. A man who ignites sizzling heat even as he stands firmly in her way.

Laboring under his father’s crushing legacy and his grandmother’s iron resolve to get rid of the nosy writer at any cost, Des struggles to save the self-destructive sister who once saved him. There’s something honest and forthright about Shayne, though, that tempts him to help her get to the truth. Even if it means double-crossing his powerful grandmother.

Despite their resolve to keep it strictly business, sexual sparks quickly set fire to tangled emotions. And threads of a fragile bond that someone with a vendetta could use to weave their death shroud…

Product Warnings
This story contains a feisty writer, a sexy younger man and a mystery with enough twists and turns to cause vertigo.

Copyright 2011 Dawn Brown

Des gripped her heel tightly, with quick fingers pulled out the glass and pressed a gauze pad against the wound to stem the bleeding. Fresh pain soared up her leg, before settling into a dull throb. 

“Your foot’s really bleeding.” He lifted the gauze. She tried to pull her foot away, but his hold tightened, and he grinned. “I still need to clean the cut and bandage you up.” 

She glared while he opened the antiseptic pad’s foil package. The same brand he’d complained hurt when she’d used it on his face. “Remember, I could have left you at the side of the road last night.” 

“Duly noted.” He applied the damp wipe to her oozing injury. Stinging flames licked at her nerve endings. 

“Sadist,” she hissed. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and waited for him to finish. At last, the pain receded. When she opened her eyes, he was carefully applying a bandage. 

“All done.” He bent his head and pressed his lips to the arch of her foot in a feathery kiss. A delicious tingle rippled over her skin. He peered up at her, those smoky eyes watching her through the hair that had fallen into his face. 

She forgot the pain in her foot and a new ache settled low and deep inside her.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Weekend Giveaway!

Wow, this week went by fast. And yes, I realize that I missed Wednesday's blog. I know, I suck. But I have good news. Tomorrow and Sunday The Witch's Stone will be free at Amazon. And please a help a girl out by liking it if you like it and tagging it. Hugely appreciated.

So what's everyone's plans for the weekend? Me? You guessed it rewrites. But I'm hoping to carve out a little time to read. I just started 50 Shades of Grey. What are you reading?