Hump Day Kick Start – My Life, My Way Edition

October 7, 2015

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

my life my way


Hoo boy. So much hotness.

Tell about today’s prompt. Who is he? Undercover cop? Mercenary? Navy SEAL? Zombie hunter? What is he doing? Getting ready to leave on a mission? Just returning? Stripping for a shower? Is he debating on what to do with the sexy prisoner/partner/witness in the room with him? What do his tattoos signify? What does “My Life My Way” mean to him? Why did he get it? I see a pirate ship on his right bicep. Does that imply it’s a pirate’s life for him? Take all that he may and leave nothing behind? And, please, please someone tell me why he’s biting his lower lip. *sigh*

Tell me your take or caption the photo. I’d love to hear from you.

Link Of The Week- Tips!

October 6, 2015

Whether you are a new writer struggling to understand this crazy path, or a seasoned, published pro, this is a great site! Every day another nugget of advice and wisdom is shared. Topics can be anything from grammar, to a writer’s life, to writing politics. You name it, if it’s good for a writer to know, it’s here.writing

Friday Fun Facts- Druids- Tree Lovers?

October 2, 2015

For me, this season conjures up the idea of mystical beings, times forgotten, and magical realms. Call me fanciful, but as the weather cools and dead leaves swirl close to the ground, I truly feel there’s something…more.

Could the ancient priests called Druids have some of the answers? These men carried out religious rituals in The Iron Age in Britain and France, but left no written account of their beliefs and practices. We know of their existence left in accounts by conquering Romans and Greeks. There were a few stories told by actors and artists scattered throughout the land. Our main body of knowledge of this group can be found in Irish medieval writers’ works.druids_stonehenge

  1. Druids may be female or male.
  2. Some Druids recite or sing prayers in Gaelic or other Celtic languages.
  3. By 1933, there were 1.5 million adherents. This number has dwindled.
  4. Druids may practice alone or in a Grove, the term used for a congregation.
  5. The ideal ritual space will have a tree, water of some sort, and a fire. Sometimes a ring of rocks is used, but a ring of trees is very sacred! Occasionally, one very old large tree will be used as an especially sacred area.
  6. They will, most likely, wear a ritual robe, Celtic garb or a kilt when worshiping.tumblr_static_crqmihcvnh4ccwwk0os48cw84
  7. Greek and Roman writers wrote about the Druids practicing human sacrifices. It seemed they were mostly criminals, but innocents were also used. Mass graves have been found in a ritual context at different archaeological sites.
  8. The first known text that describes the druids is Julius Caesar’s Commentarii de Bello Gallico, book VI, written in the 50s or 40s BCE.
  9. Most Druids have a profound respect for and a great love of the law, telling the truth, artistic endeavors, history and justice for all.
  10. they have no dietary restrictions unless they are under a geas, a magical prohibition.druids


October 1, 2015

Clear the deck for pleasant action, mates! Break open the rum! It’s DEAD MAN’S KISS release day!

The 5th full-length novel in the Romancing the Pirate series sails into stores today. Let’s celebrate with some fun and games! Leave a comment and you could win a copy of the book!



Toe the line, mates. This here’s the blurb.

Forced to make a bargain…

One drunken night in Cuba lands Captain Valeryn Barone in a life or death situation. To escape the gallows, Valeryn must agree to a bargain only a fool would make: Escort the tempting and tenacious niece of his captor across the Caribbean or lose his ship, his crew and his life! The caveat? The beautiful Spanish woman must remain untouched for the entire voyage.


Determined to get what she wants…

Catalina Montoya will stop at nothing to get what she wants—even when trouble is certain. Sent to live with her uncle after a scandalous affair, Catalina intends to concentrate on her dream to become a renowned naturalist. She never expected her uncle would send her with a notorious pirate to further her studies. Worse, she never expected to want the devilishly handsome pirate more than anything else.


It’s a battle of wills…

Now Catalina only has 8 weeks to seduce Valeryn and collect her specimens before he returns her to her uncle. And Valeryn has 8 weeks to secure his redemption. Except neither would be that lucky. Not when ruthless enemies threaten to destroy them at every turn. Can Valeryn save those that foolishly depend on him? Can he resist Catalina’s heart? Does a dead man walking even have a chance?


Anchors aweigh! An excerpt for ya.

Matanzas, Cuba 1728


“Stand down, Valeryn.”

Henri’s stern command only fueled Valeryn Barone’s belligerent temper. Hell no would he stand down. And the crusty old sea cook could do nothing about it.

Staring into the dark, fiery eyes of a bastard who said the right thing at the right time, Valeryn itched for a fine bloody fight. Craved it. After the morning he’d had, the heartbreaking news he’d delivered, he was beyond confrontational.

He cracked his knuckles thinking of Magdalena, the pain sweeping across her features as he handed her the ring belonging to her murdered husband. She had collapsed into his arms sobbing, and he couldn’t keep his own emotions from bubbling over. Gabriel Kipp was a damn good seaman, pirate, and friend.

Ever since leaving her house, Valeryn had been soaking in the finest rum this rat-infested port had to offer. Now he was ready to release his pent up aggression. Nose to nose with a local Spaniard who was clearly taller and less drunk, Valeryn smirked.

“Valeryn,” Henri warned again.

Conversations in the smoky tavern died. The wench sitting on a nearby jack’s lap stood and scooted away, the fellow cleared the table and followed behind. Dust swirled in the sinking western sunlight as the door opened and patrons smartly left.

“Take ’im down, Diego!” A rotund bloke with an absurdly thin mustache encouraged the cur.

Diego didn’t unlock his steady glare. Valeryn didn’t miss the flash of challenge in his muddy eyes. “Aye, take me down, Diego.”

“I thought the captain of the infamous Rissa would have more control of himself.”

So the blackguard knew him. Not surprising. He did have a nasty reputation. Everyone who sailed the pirate ship Rissa did.

“Weren’t you the first mate of that woman? Capt’n Quint, is it?” the fat squab mocked. “Imagine that, a pullet orderin’ ya ’round.”

The tip of Diego’s lip quivered up. “That he is, Bartholomew.”

“I heard ya ran the ship aground on the shoals,” Bartholomew continued. “Ain’t much of a man or a capt’n, are ya, boy?”

“Or a drunk, eh, Barone?”

The sarcasm dripped sharp and acidic from Diego’s words. It was the flash in the pan Valeryn needed. He exploded, giving in to Diego’s taunts, with a well-placed fist into the bugger’s nose.

Diego stumbled back. Valeryn struck him again, the white hot fury blinding him, feeling the need to bleed.

The Spaniard charged and slammed him into a table. The wood scraped across the dirty floor and bit into Valeryn’s back. Pain shot through his ribs, once, twice, until he shouldered Diego’s strikes and rolled off the table, grabbing a mug as he righted himself. He tossed the mug’s swill into the arsehole’s face. A heady scent of rum mingled with sweat and tobacco. Diego sputtered, swiped his profile. Valeryn tightened his grip on the metal cup, smashing it into Diego’s jaw.

Diego roared, planting his fist into Valeryn’s eye with so much force, Valeryn spun. He struggled to maintain his balance. But he failed and hit the floor on all fours. Before he could scramble up, Diego kicked him in his ribs. His breath seized in his lungs, unable to draw even the faintest of breath, he crumbled to the floorboards. Diego grabbed him up by his collar and pummeled Valeryn, rattling his brains. The smarting was fleeting as his rage flared. Like hell was he going to let the bastard best him.

He came at Diego with the ferocity of a wild beast. Blow for blow, Valeryn traded with the miscreant. Blood stung his eyes, seeped into his mouth, the metallic tang coating his lips. Somewhere over the cheers crowding his ears, he heard Henri demanding he stop his nonsense.

Why stop? The pain reminded him he was alive. Reminded him Kipp was not. That, alone, kept him going. No stopping until death.

Plunder and Pillage for your copy at these fine retailers and anywhere awesome books are sold online!

Amazon     Barnes & Noble     Smashwords     iBooks

Also available in PRINT!

Raise a mug to the pirate’s life. Some fun for ya.Pillage

Let’s go a-roguing with a couple of online pirate games.


Easy (as in for little macks)

Medium (for those who can hold their own)


Learn to sail…sort of. Sailing simulator!


What kind of pirate are you?

I was tagged as Captain Tessa Rose. “Captain Tessa Rose is a name that matches with the adventurous personality. You usually show no quarter if betrayed by a friend and have a short temper. You can be sweet when you want but might just blow a fuse. You take many risks and don’t care about never making it back.” I like the sound of that. What’s your pirate name?

Leave a comment and you could win of a copy of DEAD MAN’S KISS. One winner will be randomly chosen. Thanks for celebrating release day with me! 

Winner! Winner! Kraken dinner! Congrats, Bevieann61!

Hump Day Kick Start – Don’t Edition

September 30, 2015

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.


I titled this week’s Hump Day Kick Start prompt the “Don’t Edition.” My mind is racing with all the possibilities that “don’t” comes into play with this photo. Don’t love me. Don’t hate me. Don’t leave me.

Who is our couple and what is going on? Are they lovers who know they have reached the end of their relationship? Could he be a man who is so broken, he only wants to be held by the woman he does not even know? Is he a visitor in an ancient European city being seduced by the local innkeeper’s daughter? Or perhaps it is he tempting the tourist—a novelist on a research trip—becoming her new muse.

What’s your take? Doesn’t have to be a “don’t”. Make it a “do” scenario, if you like. Or just caption the photo.

Friday Fun Facts- It’s Fall Y’all

September 25, 2015

I love this time of year. Leaves begin to change, there’s a bit less humidity here in the South, pumpkins are everywhere and the smell of yummy baking permeates my house! There just might be a few things you didn’t know about this time of year. Care to find out?fallishere-1

  • Autumn has been called the “hectic beauty of death”.
  • The term “equinox” if from Latin meaning “equal night”. This is because on day it officially becomes fall, there are 12 hours of sun and 12 hours of night.
  • Scientific research has shown that during cooler months men are more likely to snuggle with their loves to watch romantic comedies than any other time of the year. Apparently, feeling chilly triggers the desire to be warm with others.
  • Levels of testosterone in men and women are higher in the fall. This could be a throwback to ancient mating rituals?CRW_5632
  • Autumn babies- those born between September and November- are more likely to live to be 100 than those born any other time of the year. Yay me!
  • Males are sexually primed by food which made harvest time and ideal time to find a mate and reproduce. A mix of pumpkin pie and donuts increase penile flow by 20%. Pumpkin pie and lavender increase it by 40%. What I want to know is how in the world do they study this?!?!?!
  • People who live on or near the equator never experience fall.1223689926Ah14Kb
  • Americans typically use the term “fall” while the British use “autumn”. Both terms showed up in the 16th century, but before that, it was called “harvest”.
  • Facebook also notes changes during this time. It seems more people change their status to “in a relationship” or “engaged” during this time. Summer shows a big spike in the “single” status because breakups are way more common then.119678432011gl3u




Hump Day Kick Start – Back Alley Edition

September 23, 2015

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.



Now, I wouldn’t mind running into him in a dark alley.

This delightfully delicious specimen was my visual inspiration for the pirate hero, Captain Valeryn Barone, in my upcoming release DEAD MAN’S KISS which is available for pre-order now. (See what I did there?) I just had to feature him on Hump Day Kick Start.

But today, he’ll be your inspiration for your prompt. Who is he? What is he doing? Where is he going? Is he the famous lead singer for a rock band finding his way to the back entrance of the club his band will perform at later that evening? A metro soul-stealing incubus heading out for his next victim? An undercover officer à la Miami Vice meeting up with an untouchable, drug-trafficking nightclub owner? Is he simply taking a shortcut to my house, er, I mean, to a street party?

What’s your take? Or caption the photo. Let me hear from you.



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