tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69271960023636764802012-01-26T16:17:23.603-05:00Please bear with us while we're under construction!Cari Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581235338272282124noreply@blogger.comBlogger980125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-62993128689438196742012-01-25T16:32:00.002-05:002012-01-25T16:57:48.596-05:002012-01-25T16:57:48.596-05:00

Last week, I offered my latest release, BEAST, for your contesting goodness. Thank heavens only two of you entered, because I totally forgot what website that is that pulls random numbers and I was feeling a lot of anxiety. Instead, I flipped a coin- okay, not a coin, a button, I have more crafting supplies than money- and guess what? A Ms. Harlie Reader won the toss. So, look for an email in

Jennifer Armintrouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-36572276453902141832012-01-23T09:50:00.000-05:002012-01-23T09:50:16.007-05:002012-01-23T09:50:16.007-05:00

Slowly but surely, I am trying to get back into the swing of things. Note the key word: SLOWLY.The writing is NOT going well. I'm frozen. And it's no ordinary case of writer's block. I've tried everything and nothing works. So I decided to paint some. No. Not landscapes and still lifes. Not watercolors. lol Just paint. Like walls and such. lol And furniture. I used to love decorative painting.

Tess MacKallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00066240659271231596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-1703321956348118572012-01-19T10:56:00.000-05:002012-01-19T11:01:52.035-05:002012-01-19T11:01:52.035-05:00

Do you remember those ads on TV where Coast bar soap and Irish Springs used to compete with how their soap "went all the way through the bar"? I won't begin to touch why that was supposed to impress us. As, after all, soap should indeed be solid soap and thus "go all the way through the bar". Still, that was the thing. Irish Springs had the people dressed in green with accents whistling, "Clean

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-68816894252091687242012-01-18T09:39:00.006-05:002012-01-19T09:52:35.850-05:002012-01-19T09:52:35.850-05:00

I'm doing a bit of trickery here, as you probably are aware already that this post was not posted on the proper day. I'm going to try and trick the date/time box into helping me out, because I made a goal for the month to meet all my blogging obligations.So, because today (not really today, Wednesday) is my release day for the third book in my Naughtily Ever After series. BEAST is a retelling of

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Those of us of 'a certain age' who cut our romance teeth on Harlequin Romances and later started picking up the works of authors like Kathleen Woodiwiss and Jennifer Wild remember those first scandalous sex acts we read in our favorite romances. Oral sex? OMGOMGOMG!!!!!! I recall being so shocked but so thrilled by this stuff. Forced seduction? Oh yeah baby! He ripped her bodice....WOW! These

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-88166539485876091912012-01-13T18:14:00.003-05:002012-01-13T18:14:56.877-05:002012-01-13T18:14:56.877-05:00

So I've been MIA lately but I'm back. Well, sort of. In the past few weeks I've had a new release, NO DRESS REQUIRED (my first sexy contemp romance!) and been working on edits and writing new words...AND AND AND. But that juggling act is something we all know about. There are always a million demands on our time. One thing that always makes me slow down whether or not I want to is snow.

Cari Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581235338272282124noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-38541137908084132682012-01-12T07:25:00.000-05:002012-01-12T07:25:00.685-05:002012-01-12T07:25:00.685-05:00

Apparently, blogger chose to ignore the pre-scheduled posting of this blog and put it out last Friday. My apologies if you're seeing it twice... I'm annoyed. AOL posted a link to the top ten places you don't want to visit. It's lead photo was one from Rio de Janeiro (BTWs that translates to January River. Pretty right?). Being someone who grew up all over the world, I took one look at that

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-25360508623265937382012-01-09T11:02:00.000-05:002012-01-09T11:02:06.752-05:002012-01-09T11:02:06.752-05:00

I guess so. Well…maybe. LOL My brother wanted to take one of the dogs for a walk on the beach. I hadn’t been out in a few days and decided it would be a good idea. But the fact is, my ankle hasn’t healed enough for long walks on the beach. So I told him I’d have a cup of coffee on the patio of the restaurant where we have beach access and read while he walked the dog. Bro frowned, thought I

Tess MacKallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00066240659271231596noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-15372616764662466812012-01-05T07:48:00.000-05:002012-01-05T07:48:00.198-05:002012-01-05T07:48:00.198-05:00

I'm not an author who usually resorts to music to get her muse jiving. Although now that I think about it, a little foxtrot might be useful for my out of shape little muse-let. But I digress which is of course an oddity for me. I know. Anyway, I've been in a writing mode lately where most of my books have at least one major deep issue. Something that either made me cry in writing it, or got me

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-45132771555072674172012-01-04T16:57:00.003-05:002012-01-04T17:12:40.025-05:002012-01-04T17:12:40.025-05:00

Today has not been my favorite of days. And when I say "today", I mean in the old school, Pentecostal, Sunday-starts-at-sundown-on-Saturday-or-you-go-cut-me-a-switch-boy! kind of way. Last night, as I chatted amiably on Mr. Bell's machine to my dear friend Bronwyn Green, I, laughing, lifted a cup of water to take a drink. Forgetting that I suffer from a totally-not-made-up ailment called "Alien

Jennifer Armintrouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-1977766250650874692012-01-03T09:45:00.000-05:002012-01-03T09:45:24.738-05:002012-01-03T09:45:24.738-05:00

I wanted to write something profound for my first post of the new year but PROFOUND eludes me this morning. I will say that 2011 wasn't a totally sucktastic year but it wasn't the most awesome either. Still too many bumps in the road last year but I will confess that it wasn't all bad either. I began last New Years Day telling myself (and hoping mightily) that 2011 would be better for my friends

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-85329788303210163352012-01-02T06:00:00.004-05:002012-01-02T06:00:13.924-05:002012-01-02T06:00:13.924-05:00

I’m not so conceited that I believe everyone has been wondering like crazy where I’ve been. But I’m sure a few of you have definitely thought about it. After all, you had to miss my big damn mouth! HA!!! First I moved. And between house hunting and actually moving, that took up about three months of my life. I had furniture to sell, furniture to buy (which meant a whole lot of shopping, lol),

Tess MacKallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00066240659271231596noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-64121214004647158292011-12-29T07:00:00.000-05:002011-12-29T07:00:13.073-05:002011-12-29T07:00:13.073-05:00

I just got back from an extended family vacation out of State. Well, maybe not actually extended. Maybe it just felt like it was. And maybe while I was there, my brother tried to be on his best behavior because the parentals were there, but maybe his true colors leaked out from time to time and spilled all over his wife. Family. Ya gotta love 'em. No, seriously. You HAVE to. It's like a rule or

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-80004592016554950212011-12-28T10:06:00.003-05:002011-12-28T10:54:16.902-05:002011-12-28T10:54:16.902-05:00

Next week, it will be a new year. Every time we roll around the week after Christmas, my mind is blown. We're about to leave the old year behind. We're about to start a new one! But in this space in between, when no one is doing anything truly constructive, people are just kind of screwing off at their jobs in anticipation of the big end-of-year party, when banks and schools and libraries have

Jennifer Armintrouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-86890491043263736782011-12-16T03:00:00.000-05:002011-12-16T03:00:08.011-05:002011-12-16T03:00:08.011-05:00

So yep, here I am after missing a week's blogging, quoting Ricky Nelson songs. While Ricky's heyday was a bit before my time, I like a couple of his songs. Garden Party's my favorite. One of the reasons? The line "you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself." So true. I think people in general (most of us anyway) are hardwired to want to make others happy and in turn, to receive

Cari Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581235338272282124noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-76976147037949672252011-12-15T08:05:00.000-05:002011-12-15T08:32:22.836-05:002011-12-15T08:32:22.836-05:00

I'm a dabbler. I like to dabble in things and see where they lead. I'm told that kind of free-for-all can be dangerous, but there's something about trying new things that keeps me curious and interested in learning. Lately, I've been dabbling in Tarot. Except it's not a traditional deck of Tarot, but a Fairy deck by Brian Froud. You know, the guy who did the puppets for the movie Labyrinth with

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-53776190361838177352011-12-14T10:00:00.003-05:002011-12-14T10:19:22.234-05:002011-12-14T10:19:22.234-05:00

At least it was only ten o'clock when I remembered what day it was. Otherwise, I would have been really embarrassed.I have had a busy week, friends. Saturday I was offered a contract on a proposal I subbed on Friday. Really. That fast (more details to follow when the ink is dry, friends). I got the chance to sub a Jennifer Armintrout book at a new house. I have edits on my next Naughtily Ever

Jennifer Armintrouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-73764510209947284102011-12-13T09:53:00.001-05:002011-12-13T09:56:09.760-05:002011-12-13T09:56:09.760-05:00

NOTE: This post will also appear at Romfan Reviews today as part of their Christmas Blog Hop. Please follow this link and leave a comment (do it here too) to win something from my backlist. http://www.romfanreviews.com/ Aw, so you’re wondering where the word ‘sleepyface’ comes from. HA. Well, that was my husband and I during the early years of our marriage and our first attempts at playing “

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-34835328745681907292011-12-11T11:18:00.000-05:002011-12-11T11:18:22.462-05:002011-12-11T11:18:22.462-05:00

Thank you so much, Regina, for having me today and featuring CAN’T FAKE THIS. I'm so excited to announce my debut has been out since Dec. 6 with Loose, Id. It's funny how things work out. CAN'T FAKE THIS started out on a whim. At the last minute, I decided to enter this 10,000 word contest. I’d written spicy mainstream, but this was my first dive into erotic waters. I didn’t win the contest, but

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-22601577075424743272011-12-10T09:47:00.001-05:002011-12-10T09:47:00.258-05:002011-12-10T09:47:00.258-05:00

It's that time of year! The tree is up. The hot buttered rum is made. I'm even going to make wassail. As soon as I finish this article I'm baking gingerbread men. The Christmas music is on, and I'm listening to that perennial favorite, A Charlie Brown Christmas. I'm a firm believer in being naughty for Christmas. And forget Santa. He's a wuss. I prefer Krampus. You've never heard of

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-33289836542672275092011-12-08T07:30:00.000-05:002011-12-08T07:40:14.301-05:002011-12-08T07:40:14.301-05:00

Ever stare off into space, consumed with a thought you just have to pursue? What is it? What gets you to tune out the world most? For me it's description creation. I know, boring right? I have this weird genetic filter fail. I say things that are on my mind without thinking through them completely. It can be harrowing because I'm actually a very nice person who feels like shit if she says

Mia Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674765897555195383noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-41007629433557429952011-12-07T01:00:00.000-05:002011-12-07T01:00:05.998-05:002011-12-07T01:00:05.998-05:00

I've been just dying for today to come around, because I want to talk at you!My name is Abigail Barnette. No, I'm a liar. My name is Jennifer Armintrout. Under my real name, I've written a bunch of books. The Blood Ties series, the Lightworld/Darkworld novels, and American Vampire, which was recently named one of the top 10 horror novels of 2011 by Booklist magazine online. But my passion lately

Jennifer Armintrouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-59938037257789209192011-12-06T10:00:00.001-05:002011-12-06T10:01:54.786-05:002011-12-06T10:01:54.786-05:00

Admittedly, I've had a tough time getting into the Christmas spirit this year but, hey, the month is young. Today I'll haul my tree out of it's battered up box, wrestle it into place in my living room and by the time I throw all the ornaments up (and of course sigh a little) I'll be moving toward full-blown holiday mode. Over the years, we've had a number of traditions in my family. Some have

Regina Carlyslehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-19271402687747112142011-12-02T00:55:00.002-05:002011-12-02T00:55:00.227-05:002011-12-02T00:55:00.227-05:00

So I've been in the cave. All sorts of caves. The writing cave, the submitting cave, the edits cave. NaNo has come and gone and I hit 38K, which wasn't bad considering I had a new release, did edits on two books, promo for another new release next week and subbed two novellas and a proposal...yep, no grass growing under these furry flip-flops (my slippers, if you're wondering.) But one thing all

Cari Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581235338272282124noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927196002363676480.post-59626240392721095302011-12-01T07:39:00.001-05:002011-12-01T07:58:52.825-05:002011-12-01T07:58:52.825-05:00

Thank you, George Orwell, for the reference that never fails to apply. I wonder if you knew how right you'd be--even if the year wasn't quite on target? I don't know if you've seen, but several smart phones have running background software that tracks everything you do on your phone. Every Google search, every text, logged and sent to your carrier. What they do with it is anyone's guess.

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