Show Your Space Blogfest

Summer at ...and this time, concentrate! is hosting a perfect blogfest for the first day of NaNoWriMo--one that doesn't require writing! :)  So today, everyone is showing their workspace. I've seen a few so far and am impressed by your pretty, organized spaces, your lovely bulletin boards and office supplies.  Mine is um, not so much that way.  I'm at home with my kiddo, so there is no closing myself in an office.  So here's where my writing time is spent.


So this is my living room, my "desk", and my kickass netbook.


So what's your space look like? Do you have a dedicated office or a makeshift one like mine? What is always present in your writing space?  

Good luck to all you Nano-ers! And we're off...

**Today's Theme Song**
"The Chair" - George Strait
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Bad Boy Blogfest

 

Today is Tina Lynn's Bad Boy Blogfest!  Okay, so admittedly I forgot about this blogfest until I saw people's entries go up today.  I usually pull something from my WIP for these, but today I'm going to use something from my completed romance, Wanderlust.  Hope you enjoy!

 

Setup:  Aubrey, a food writer, has been assigned to fill-in for the music reporter and cover Lex's band for a story.  Lex does not want her digging around because the band is having issues he doesn't want leaked to the press or record company.  This scene is in a dive restaurant with all band members and Aubrey.  Lex and Jared are at the bar getting drinks for the table.

 

Jared ordered a Crown and water and three beers, then leaned against the bar. “So what do you think of reporter girl?”
            Lex shrugged as he watched Aubrey laugh at something Sean said. “Kind of stuck up. She’s definitely a society girl.”
            Jared cocked his head. “You think? She seems kind of cool to me.”
            “She’s dangerous,” Lex warned. “She saw us fighting today. If we’re not careful, she could blow open all the sh*t we’re in to the world.”
            “Dude, you and Sean can’t go a day without fighting lately. How are we going to hide that?” The bartender lined up their drinks on the bar, and Jared dropped a tip on the counter.
            Lex grabbed his beer and took a swig. “I’m going to get her to drop the story.”
            “Seriously? How the hell are you going to do that?”
            Lex grinned. “I’m going to give her the full rock and roll experience, drag her so far out of her comfort zone that she’ll go running back to her four-star restaurants.”
            The drummer ran a hand through his short-cropped black hair. “Or I could just sleep with her.”
            Lex whipped his head around. “What?”
            Jared swirled his drink, then took a sip, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.  “If I screw her, then we could claim conflict of interest on the story, get her pulled off it. Plus, she’s hot. I’d totally be willing to take one for the team.” He pulled the stir stick out of his drink and tossed it on the bar.      
            Lex’s blood roared in his ears. “Jared, stay the hell away from her.”
            He lifted his eyebrows and raised a hand in defense. “Chill, dude. It was only a suggestion. If you want, you could be the one to nail her.”
            “Look, I’ll handle her, okay?”
            They made their way back to the table and handed out beers. Lex made sure to lean in between Sean and Aubrey to put the drink down so that Sean had to scoot his chair away from her. Lex slid back into his spot across from Aubrey. She had a pen in her hand and was making notes on a small pad she had placed on the table.
            Lex frowned. “What are you doing?”
            She looked up. “I was asking Sean a few questions for the story. He was telling me how you all met.”
            “Ahh, all work and no play for you, huh?”
            She twirled her pen in her fingers, considering him. “What would you like me to write? A story about which kind of sandwiches you guys prefer? I do have to ask some questions.”
            “A sandwich story? Isn’t that what you usually do?” Lex asked, smirking.
            Her eyes narrowed. “Something like that.”
            Lex could tell he was starting to annoy her—that telltale shade of anger was creeping into her cheeks. Good. “So how’d you get to be head food writer anyway? Aren’t food critics usually old? Does your daddy own the magazine or something?”
            Her jaw flexed, but her tone remained calm. “No, my father hasn’t done me any favors. But I guess you assume that’s how it works since I heard your daddy paved your way into the music business.”
            He counted to ten in his head to keep his composure. This girl didn’t back down. He wasn’t used to that. How long had it been since a woman even questioned him? Two years of yeses and whatever-you-wants had left him unsure of how to handle someone like Aubrey. He met her eyes. “Don’t believe everything you hear. We’ve paid our dues.”
            She held his gaze. “So have I.”
            He didn’t believe that for a minute. She had pampered written all over her, but he let it go. For now.
            “So what’s next?” Jared asked, tapping two straws on the table like they were his drumsticks. “It’s not even ten yet.”
            Lex smiled. “Well, I figured since we need to get some songs written, we should do something for inspiration.”
            Sean examined his reflection in the window next to their table, touching the tips of his blond spikes. “Like what?”
            “I’ve got a few ideas,” Lex said, slowly peeling the label off his beer. “I was thinking we’d go old school.”
            Jared gave him a knowing nod. “Gotcha, I’m in.”
            “Aubrey, how ‘bout you?” Lex asked.
            She gave him a pointed look and tucked her notebook into her purse. “As long as it’s legal, I’m up for whatever.”
            He attempted his most angelic smile. “Of course we wouldn’t ask you to do anything illegal.”

 

Alright, I'd love to hear what you think.  :)  And don't forget to check out the other entries in Tina's blogfest here.

**Today's Theme Song**
"Girl All the Bad Guys Want" - Bowling for Soup
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The Let's Talk Blogfest is Here!

 

    

Woo-hoo!  It's finally here.  I'm so excited that we have so many people signed up.  And if you haven't joined, it's not too late.  Maybe we can hit 100 participants!

 

Go here to sign up and to check out links to all the other entrants.  The prize is still up for grabs as long as you sign up by midnight Central time tonight.  (Winner will be announced on tomorrow's post.)

I can't wait to read everyone's contribution!

And without further ado, here is my entry.  This is a "past" scene from my dual timeline WIP and is still in rough draft form so there are some place holder smiles and actions that I need to fill but hope you enjoy anyway!

 
 
 

Brynn fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched the other girls in the campaign office fawn over the senator-to-be’s son.  Reid had only been in the building for ten minutes and already, her fellow coeds had provided him with cupfuls of coffee and an eyeful of cleavage.  Not that Reid looked like he minded.  He leaned back in his desk chair and graced the two women with his sly smile. 
Brynn shook her head.  Must be nice to have things handed to you without having to work for it.  College paid for, a cushy summer job, and designer jeans that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe—all because you were lucky enough to win the parent lottery.
She dropped her gaze back to the pink notepad in front of her and scribbled down the message from the phone call she’d taken a few minutes earlier.  She tore the sheet off and put it on the growing stack of “while you were out” notes for the campaign manager.  Her neck ached from cradling the phone to her ear all morning, but she wasn’t going to complain.  This new receptionist gig sure beat running the register at the Chicken Fried Chick down the street.  She’d take sore muscles over hair that smelled like fryer grease any day.
The sound of a throat clearing made her raise her head.  Reid propped a hip on the edge of her desk and peered down, his dark blue eyes analyzing her.  “Brynn, right?”
She sat straighter in her chair in attempt to look more professional.  “Yes, sir.  Brynn LeBreck.”
His mouth curled at the corner.  “I’m only a year or two older than you, I don’t think you need to call me sir.  Although, it sounds kind of nice coming from you.  You have a good voice.”
She groaned inwardly.  All these girls tripping over themselves and he was going to flirt with her?  Super.  Not that he wasn’t nice to look at, but she didn’t have time for guys right now, especially ones who were related to the man who signed her much-needed paycheck.  She forced a polite smile.  “Guess that’s why they hired me to answer phones.”
He shook his head.  “No, Dad said he offered you the job because you were giving an unruly customer what-for when he went in to get lunch one day.  Figured you’d be able to handle all the craziness around here just fine.”
She smirked at the memory.  Mr. Jamison had laughed his butt off at the dressing down she’d given that redneck who had ogled her cleavage and asked if they charged more for large breasts.  Ten minutes later, the politician had given her his card and told her to stop by his office if she wanted to talk about a job opening he had.   “Yeah, not my proudest moment, but that guy deserved it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Dad said you insulted the dude’s manhood…and his mother.”
She threw her hands up.  “Well, the guy was being an asshat.  What else was I supposed to do?”
He pressed his lips together as if holding back a laugh.
She cringed.  “Sorry.  That was inappropriate.”
He chuckled, the deep sound so genuine the tension in her shoulders relaxed.  “Don’t censor yourself on account of me.  I didn’t hire you.  I can’t fire you.  So no walking on eggshells necessary.  Talk dirty to me anytime you want.”
The corner of her mouth tilted up.  “If that’s your pick up line, I’d work on it.”
He frowned, his brows furrowing.  “No good?”
“Not so much.”
“Really?  Huh.”  He looked over his shoulder.  “I’d bet Molly or Krista over there would eat that s**t up.”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.  “I’m sure you could recite the Pledge of Allegiance and the sorority twins would turn cartwheels.”
He nodded, his face serious.  “That’s true.  They do recognize my innate awesomeness.  Too bad having a conversation with them is about as interesting as alphabetizing my music collection.”
She glanced over at the two girls in question.  Both were giving her versions of the stink eye.  He followed her gaze, and they quickly looked away. 
“I have a feeling I’m not getting an invite to mani-pedi night now.”
He turned back to her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.  “So, if I were to need a decent pick up line to entice, let’s say, a hot blonde who likes to talk dirty to have a burger with me, what would you suggest?”
Her cheeks heated, unable to fend off the effects of Reid’s easy charm.  No wonder he had girls following him around like ducklings.  She glanced down at her desk, wishing she could say yes, but knowing she couldn’t.  She and Reid Jamison lived on different planets.  She didn’t have time for flings or dating.  She needed to work, get through the summer, save every penny, and hopefully have enough to afford the move to Austin for school in the fall.  She looked up at Reid.  “I would suggest you find someone who has time to say yes.”
“Not even enough time for a simple burger?”
She shook her head.  “I’m in high demand these days.  Gotta book months ahead.”
He snorted.  “Good thing I wasn’t talking about you then.”
“Good thing.”
He rose from his perch and gave her a quick grin.  “Just know that I’m a pretty thick-headed guy.  Takes me a while to get a point.”
She straightened the papers he had mussed on her desk.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He gave her a mock salute.  “Nice to meet you, Brynn LeBreck.  Be seeing you.”

 

Let me know what you think and be sure to stop by all the other blogs participating today!  Thanks ahead of time to all of you who joined.  :)

 

**Today's Theme Song**
"Talk Dirty To Me" - Poison
(player in sidebar if you want to take a listen)


 

The "Let's Talk" Blogfest

 
 



Friday, I talked about the ins and outs of dialogue and how much I enjoy writing it.  It seems a lot of you share my passion for those chatty scenes, so I thought it would be fun to do a dialogue blogfest.  :)


I'm sure most of you have participated in these in the past. If you need an example, here's my entry from the Kissing Blogfest.  Blogfests are great fun and are a terrific opportunity to get your own work read and to get to know what your fellow bloggers write.

So for this blogfest, the rules are simple:

1.  On Tuesday May 18, post a short excerpt on your blog of your most sparkly dialogue scene (no, I'm not talking about Edward Cullen).  It can be anything dialogue-heavy--a laid-back chat, an all out argument, a flirty conversation, two friends ribbing each other--whatever.  The options are endless.
2.  Sign up on Mr. Linky below so that everyone will be able to come here and find your excerpt on blogfest day.
3.  Make sure you visit others on May 18 to spread the comment love.
4.  Also, on blogfest day, make sure you include a link back to THIS POST, so that everyone can find the Linky list.
5.  Optional, but appreciated:  I will be forever indebted if leading up to this, you mention the link on your blog or tweet/facebook it so that we can get as many people to play along as possible.

You can even grab this handy dandy button to post in your sidebar if you want to be uber awesome.  :)



!!!BONUS!!!: After the blogfest, I will randomly select one of the participants to win a $10 gift certificate from Amazon! (Now, if you sign up, then don't post an excerpt on blogfest day, you will be disqualified from the contest.  You must participate to be eligible. *cracks whip*)  
**Also, if you DO decide to post the above button or the link in your sidebar for at least two weeks leading up to the fest, you get an extra entry in the contest.  (Make sure you let me know in the comments if you are going to do this.)

Alright, so who's in?  Sign up below!

 


Let me know if you have any questions.  I'm so excited and look forward to reading all of your excerpts!  Now go on, sign up, you know you want to.  ;)


**Today's Theme Song**
"(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To" - Weezer
(player in sidebar, go ahead, take a listen)

 

PG Love Scene Blogfest

 


So Simon over at Constant Revision is hosting a PG Love Scene blogfest today.  The challenge requires you to post a love scene that is PG, but where you know that loving is a-happening, lol.  And no fade to black allowed.  I'm not sure this fits the bill.  I had to dig up something from my buried YA (Shadow Falls) because my romances are decidedly not PG.  Even this one is probably a bit much for truly PG, but I figured I'd post it anyway.  I'm trying not to obsess that this is not my best work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.  And be sure to stop by the other blogs that are participating.

 

 

Pierce kissed me back, cuppingmy face as if he were afraid I would disappear if he let go.  My muscles turned liquid, and I reclinedagainst the doorjamb to prevent from sinking into a puddle on the floor.  We had kissed before, but there was a newcurrent of connection flowing between us now. My palms flattened against his t-shirt, and he slipped his hands into myhair, tilting my head back to gain access to my neck.  With a pace that belied the frantic thumpingof his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, he trailed kisses down the arch of mythroat to my collarbone. 
Electric desire sparkedalong my nerve endings, and a little sigh of pleasure snuck past my lips.  Apparently taking it as encouragement, he traceda path up the other side, ending back on my mouth.  Without letting myself think toomuch, I moved my hands under his shirt and ran my fingers across his feverishskin. 
He put his hand on topof mine. 
“Willow,” he whispered,his voice ragged.  “We should slow down.”
            Wasn’tthat supposed to be my line?  Exceptthat’s not what I wanted to say.  Iglanced at my bed.   “Do you want to stay?”
            Hepressed his forehead against mine and ran a hand down the back of my hair.  “If you’re worried about being alone, I don’tmind staying.  Buford and I can keepwatch out front.” 
            Idrew away and shook my head. “No, I want you to stay…with me.” 
I swallowed hard,bracing for his reaction.  Even I couldn’tbelieve what I was suggesting. Two months ago, I had exactly two kissingexperiences and one awkward groping session to my name.  Now I was inviting a guy to spend thenight.  Things had changed fast.
            “Will.”  His expression darkened and he raked hisfingers through his hair.  “I didn’t saywhat I said to try to get a sleepover invitation.”
            “Shh,”I said, putting my finger over his lips. “I know that.  And I’m making any promises.  I just know I’m not ready to stop yet.”
Epileptic butterflies tookup residence in my belly, so before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed his hand and ledhim inside my room.  I sat on the edge ofmy bed, tucking my knees beneath me, but he remained standing, his posturerigid.  “You’re not making it easy for meto walk away and do the right thing, you know.”
I smiled.  “So don’t.” 
He didn’t move.  Didn’t walk out.  I took a deep breath, not sure what to donext.  It’s not like Seventeen magazine gave instructions on things like this, and momdidn’t have enough money to subscribe to HBO.  I was going to have to wing it.  I reached out, trying to keep my hands fromshaking, and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He helped me pull it over his head. His chest was smooth and hard as I traced my fingers up from his stomachto his shoulders. 
His body shuddered, buthis eyes never broke contact with mine. “Will, I don’t want to do anything because you’re drunk.”
I laughed.  “I had one glass of champagne.  I’m as sober as Dr. Drew.  But if you really don’t want to do anything,that’s al—”
Before I could finish,he bent down and covered my mouth with his, erasing any doubt he wasn’t awilling participant.  As we kissed, Iscooted backward, allowing space for him to climb onto the bed with me.  I leaned back on my pillows, staring up athim, my heart crashing so hard against my ribs I was sure it would to pop outof my chest. 
He slid hot palmsbeneath the hem of my shirt, moving so slowly, I forgot to breathe.  When they finally reached their destination, aquiver coursed through me, and I bit my lip. In one fluid motion, he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it tothe floor.  His gaze traced over my skinand ivory bra.  “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,”I said, my voice shaking. 
He smiled and I closedmy eyes for a moment, trying to reign in the swirl of nerves and excitementcoursing through me.   Am I really going to do this?  What if I mess up?  What if I suck at this?  Then finally, I don’t care, I want him . . . I love him. 
I took one more steadyingbreath, and then met his gaze.  “Comehere.”
All resistance seemedto drain from his face as he stretched out and sank onto me—hard meeting soft.  He nuzzled my bare shoulder, the fresh smellof his tea tree shampoo filling my head. I trailed my hands down his sides, relishing the feel of his skin, andstopped at the waistband of his track pants. Okay, I can do this.  I want to do this.
When I finally musteredup the courage to move my hands lower, he grabbed my wrists preventing me fromreaching my intended target.  “Will, holdon.” 
 “What? What’s the matter?”  Insecuritysurged through me.  “Did I do somethingwrong?” 
He lifted himself off meand rolled onto his back with a groan.  “No,definitely not.  You’re doing everythingright.  Believe me.”
“Then why are youstopping?”  I lifted myself onto my elbowto look down at him.
            Heclosed his eyes.  “I can’t do this.”
            “Okay…why?”
            Hesat up and swung his feet to the floor, putting his back to me.  “Before we do this, there’s something youshould know.”
            Alump lodged in my throat.  No goodconversations ever started with those words. I sat up and wrapped my blanket around my shoulders, my mind racing withpossibilities.  Did he not love me?  Or maybe he had some secret girlfriend…orboyfriend.  No, no way he was gay.  Or maybe he just didn’t haveprotection.  That’d be a logical reason tostop.  The moment before had been soperfect, why ruin it?  I sighed.  “Alright, talk.”
            Hedidn’t turn around.  “Rivers accused metonight of doing magic outside of the coven.”           
            Iscrunched my eyebrows together.  “Whywould he think that?”
            “Becausehe saw how strongly you felt about me in such a short amount of time,” he said,his voice flat.
            “Yeah,but he doesn’t know that we were seeing each other behind his back from thebeginning.”  It probably did seem strangethat I was so into Pierce right after breaking it off with Rivers.
            Piercebowed his head.  “Problem is, he’sright.”
            Mytongue grew thick in my mouth, and I pulled the blanket tighter around me. “What do you mean?”
            Hestood and faced me, strain cutting lines into his face.  “The afternoon I brought you home fromschool, the day we got stuck in the rain . . .” 
I nodded, anxiety marchinglike ants up my spine.
He sighed and droppedhis gaze.   “I put a love spell on you.”

 

Alright, let me know what you think?  And what kind of love scenes do you write--none, PG, PG-13, R, or NC-17?

 
 
 
 
 
 

*Today's Theme Song**
"I Put a Spell On You" - Creedence Clearwater Revival
(player in sidebar--go ahead, take a listen)


 

Love at First Sight Blogfest! My Excerpt

 


Happy Valentine's Day!  And welcome to my Love at First Sight Blogfest entry!  So, I know the rules say you're supposed to put when your characters first meet, but I already posted that scene a while back.  And really, in my books there is no love at first sight--only lust at first sight--love comes much later.  :)  So I'm using a scene where my two characters realize that no matter how hard they're trying to ignore it, the attraction between them is something they are going to have to deal with.

 

Setup: Quinn is a school social worker assigned to help with the school's Battle of the Bands competition.  Sean is the lead guitarist of a rock band, volunteering (well sort of, but that's another story) his musical expertise to help with the kids.  Alright, here it is in it's rough draft glory...

 

 

The students gathered their thingsfilling the room with a cacophony of conversations and chairs scraping acrossthe floor.  As the kids exited, Quinnputtered around, picking up stray papers and pencils and straighteningfurniture.  She was always amazed at howquickly teenagers could turn a place upside down.  She wandered to the back of the classroom to grab an acoustic guitar one of the students had forgotten to put back in thecase.  She picked it up and threw thestrap over her arm, letting the instrument swing slightly while she headed backtoward the stage.  A loud bang erupted asshe accidentally knocked the guitar against a desk.
            “Theydon’t like it when you treat them rough,” Sean said, causing her to jump.
            Quinnwhirled around.  “What?”
            Heshut the door behind him and nodded at the guitar. 
            Shecringed.  “Sorry, yeah, I probablyshouldn’t be entrusted with the equipment. My musical skills are relegated to loading up songs on my ipod.”
            Henarrowed his eyes as if considering her, then placed the two cans of cola he'd been holding on a desk.  “Here, if you’regoing to be running a battle of bands, you need to at least know how to handle aguitar.”
            Quinn chewed her lip as Sean strode across the room, his gait smooth andconfident—all man.  Her gaze flicked tothe closed door of the room.  Crap.  Being alone with the sexy musician was not part of the plan.  He stopped in front of her andwrapped his hand around the neck of the instrument, easing it away from her.  He pointed to the stage.  “Sit.”
            Shehoisted herself onto the edge of the platform, her feet dangling. 
            “Areyou right or left handed?” he asked, twisting a few knobs on the top end of theguitar.
            “Right.”
            “Okay,good.”  He put a foot on the edge of thestage and in one easy stride, lifted himself onto it, then stepped behind her.  Before she could look over her shoulder to seewhat he was doing, he lowered the guitar in front of her, his muscular armsframing her torso.  “Now, you want thebody of the guitar against your stomach or chest depending on what’scomfortable for you.”
            Theguitar rested on her leg, the edge of the instrument's body barely skimming her breasts, hyper aware of every sensation now that Sean’s arms were so close.  She took a steadying breath.  “What do I do with my hands?”
            Hisfingers circled her right wrist and brought her hand to the long part of the guitar.  “Keep your thumb on the back of the neck andthen curl your fingers around the front. This is your fretting hand.”
            Sheclosed her eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch on her fingers.  “And the other one?”
            Therewas a rasping sound as he apparently dug in the pocket of his jeans.  He dropped a piece of plastic in her lefthand.  “This is your picking hand, so youuse this on the strings.  Hold itbetween your thumb and forefinger.”
            Shelaughed as she positioned the little triangle. “You always carry a pick in your pocket?”
            “Always,”he said and released her hand.  “Now,you’re all ready to bust out a little Stairway to Heaven.”
            Shedragged the pick across the strings, and an awful sound escaped.  She cringed and peeked up at him.  “Oh yeah, I’m ready for the big time.”
            Hechuckled and squatted down.  “Here.” 
            Her breath caught as his thighs slid along the outside of hers and his body curled around her back.  His scent, a heady mixture of sandalwood and sunshine, cocooned her.  She gripped the guitar tighter and tried to focus on staying relaxed, on being cool--professional.  But alarm bells screamed in her head, alerting everynerve ending that there was a delicious man pressed against her.  Traitorous goosebumps marched across her skin.  Great.  Maybe she should just put up a billboard announcing how much this guy affected her.
            His breath brushed her ear. “Press your fingers down on this spot,” he said, guiding her right handon the neck.  “And then I’ll help youwith your picking hand.”
            Words stuck in her throat.  Shenodded.  
           His hand covered her left one, andhe led it down the strings, creating a perfect sounding note.  “There you go, your first chord.  You’re on your way.”
            Sheswallowed hard and wet her lips.  “Playsomething, Sean.  Let me see a professional do it.”
            Shefigured he would take the guitar from her and strap it onto himself, giving her some much needed breathing room, but hedidn’t move.  His hands replaced hers, andwith her sandwiched between his muscular chest and the instrument, he startedplaying.  His fingers moved effortlesslyalong the neck, the other hand strumming. The opening to The Eagles “Hotel California” drifted through the empty dramaroom.  She closed her eyes, absorbing thesound, his smell, and the caress of his breath on her neck.  She had to bite back a sigh when his voice, low and coarse, started singing the lyrics into her ear.  Her insides melted into fiery lava.
            Without thinking,she relaxed her spine and leaned into him, releasing a tiny gasp when...

Well, I'll stop there.  We're supposed to keep this PG people.  :)  Let me know what you think.
Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!
 

**Today's Theme Song**
"Hotel California" - The Eagles
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