More Yippee

Noble Romance has contracted Hot, Hexed and Bothered with a release date of March 28. It's a little novella by Lori with the usual Hell, Hell-hounds, hunky Destroyers, witches, incubus' and um... mayhem. Lots and lots of mayhem.

Double O Kitteh

My name is Double O Kitteh. It's my job to inspire, amuse and claw.

Be careful. I might be looking your way.

There's Your Sign

If there was ever any question that I was indeed a very old Fart, it's now been answered. I am, without a doubt, an Old Fart.

Nalini Singh's newest Angel book just released. I'd forgotten I'd pre-ordered it (sign #1) and got a pleasant surprise when it showed up on my Kindle PC early one morning. Oh joy!

Then I decided to reread the first two books in the series, because it had been awhile and events were rather hazy in my mind. (sign #2) I know, I know, I should have started the reread much sooner, but that just builds the anticipation for Archangel's Consort all the more.

So I went to my keeper shelf - that's the shelf with all the books I collected before I discovered ebooks ... actually every paper book I buy, I keep whether it deserves it or not ... and found Angel's Blood and Archangel's Kiss and started reading Blood. Let me rephrase that - tried to read.

Has the printing always been this small? I wear prescription glasses and still I was squinting and the lines were dancing around. (sign #3) I thought seriously of going out and buying a magnifying glass, but I got a better idea.

Yes, I did it, I really did it. I bought the books again in e-format, because with e-format I can enlarge the font for my reading pleasure. Actually, these days, for reading at all!

I should be ashamed of myself, buying the same books twice, wasting money. Am I ashamed? Hell no!! I shall donate the paper books to the library and call myself a philanthropist. *grin*

Now, I gotta go, got some books to read. :-)

Need Suggestions

Two Old Farts, as most of you know, are two women friends who write together and separately and are doing this blog (and a lot of other stuff) together because it's always more fun to experience things with your best friend.

Joyfully, we are experiencing not only this blog but also book publication. Carolyn has contracted for three books as have I. We expect there might be more in our future. And as much as we love this blog, we need to have something that can highlight the releases better.

So we need to upgrade our blog. And we have no freaking idea how to do it.

So please give suggestions. Who, where, what and how much dinero. We're not looking for bells and whistles but we need something more.

Any ideas will be greatly appreciated.

Are Rejections Ever Personal?

The writing needs more polish, for example, there isn't enough depth, plot or character-wise. Also, the transitions between scenes aren’t smooth and their execution take the reader out of the story. Unfortunately, this would not be what our romance audience is looking for.

This was a rejection I received. It was my second rejection from this publisher and if I was a beginning writer, I'd probably throw my computer off the nearest high rise and be done with writing forever.

But this publisher was the one who had offered on my first novel (that of the 666) and I decided to go with my current publisher.

I was a newer writer an had sent 666 out to multiple publishers. I received three offers on it. The above publisher took it badly that I submitted to multiples and chose another. I received a pissed off email calling me unprofessional and well, it wasn't sunshine and roses.

My next novel I sent to them and they turned it down without much comment. I decided three is the charm (or so someone said) and sent my newed WIP. And received the above rejection.

I decided to read this, this evening, and was delighted from page one.
Wonderful story. Love it.

Got this response last night in an email. Same story. I was rejected from the first on Friday. Sent it back out to another on Saturday and was offered a contract on Sunday. Interestingly, the publisher that is choosing to publish is the other publisher who offered on 666 and that I also did not go with.

So was the first rejection based on story or based more on history? Is there a blackballed author list for this epub that my name is on? Am I wrong to even ask these questions?

Morning Musings

It's appalling how many book reviews out there entice me to buy books. I'm so damn easy! And so damn poor. :-(

I have 445 books on my Kindle - make that 446; there was a review on DA this morning for a Sarah Morgan book that sounded so good, so me, that I just had to get it. So now I've got 446 books on my Kindle.

Of course, a lot of them are free downloads that most likely will never get read. But I continue to download, because it's about the only time I hit a sale. Usually I never knew about the sale in the first place and find out when I go to the store for something needed. Ah regret, thy name is Missed Sale.

Thank you for the book, Lori. You have 68 cents left on the gift certificate, lol.

Dragon:Fly

A small piece of the Work in Progress.

Since the fight with Rudy he seemed more subdued. His cheek was still bruised from the tear his father had given it. He’ll carry a scar and hopefully it will be enough to remind him to be careful. If he has the sense to realize that scars are there to teach us. Lord knows, we carry enough of our own scars, don’t we?

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I told him.

“And you’re a fucking shrew,” he answered.

I meant to slap him. Without thought my hand moved but before it connected, he had it caught in his fist and he was dragging me across the seat, the parking brake digging into my leg and we were kissing.

I wanted to kill him and I wanted to fuck him. The minute his mouth was on mine everything went to war. I fisted his hair, that long black mane of his was in my hand while my other hand was digging nails into his shoulder.

Corrie, if it had been possible to fuck him in that car I would have. I would have rode him then left him, probably cursing him every minute he was inside me.

Instead I bit him and sucked his blood into my mouth. He pushed me off him and I saw the look of fear and desire that wiped his expression. His lips had a small drop of blood forming and his eyes were wary.

“You’re crazy,” was the love talk he gave me.

“That was nothing whelp,” I answered. “When the Dragon Master comes, you’ll be lucky to have anything left.”

He shoved me away and disappeared from the confines of the car to the cage of rain outside.

It was the best I felt in ages.