Honorary Chick Paige Christian

Hey y’all,
I’m Kristi and it’s my turn to honor a KickAss Chick. 
 Today I’m really excited to welcome super editor and fabulous person, Paige Christian
Paige is my editor, so clearly I’m biased. She’s patient and thoughtful. She’s great at playing the ‘what-if ‘ game and helping me work out sticky spots. Words cannot express how valuable that is, especially for a new writer like myself.
I’ve given her every reason to think I’m dimwitted.
Like using the term butt naked instead of buck naked or spell checking my MS right before I hit the send button and not noticing that I accidentally changing the word emoji to emboli.  
First impressions, folks. First impressions. 
Paige has never made me feel like anything other than a writer with talent.
To say I adore her is an understatement:-)
Thanks for coming by, Paige!
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Tell us a little about yourself and why/how you took the path of editor.  

I approach life with a slightly warped sense of humor mixed with a healthy dose of sarcasm. I’m (un)lucky enough to live in the coldest place on Earth, also known as Michigan. This means I look like a walking ad for parkas and ugly snow boots at least eight months out of every year. But, I admit, summertime in Michigan is wonderful. Best three days of the year.

Reading is one of my great passions, and my family will tell you that I never stop. They’re no longer surprised to see a book in front of me while I’m cooking, doing laundry or supervising the impromptu death matches between two children under age twelve. Becoming an editor just seemed a natural step for someone who couldn’t stop reading. It’s thrilling to have even a small part in the process of getting books in the hands of readers, and so much fun to work with amazing, creative people. My favorite part is reading a final draft, after reading and working on a project for months, and still loving the story. That’s when I know it’s great. (Okay, true confession, my favorite part is when an author thanks me. After I’ve spent months making them rewrite scenes, delete scenes, or answer a thousand “Why did they…?” questions. )

What are the top three mistakes authors make in writing and submitting their work?

1. Failing to clean up all tracked changes/editing marks. I consider it one of the best indicators of an author’s willingness to work on a project.  If the author is already too sick of the manuscript to read through it one more time, how will they survive the editing  process? Another part of this is failing to follow submission guidelines. When an author doesn’t even follow simple submission guidelines, what does that say about their investment in the book?
2. Not using a strong critique partner who can be truly honest, without fear of hurting a relationship, (in other words, don’t rely on mom or a BFF.) A knowledgeable critique partner with the ability to be honest without being brutal can be an excellent tool to help an author develop their craft.
3. Making it personal.
Now for some fun! Rapid Fire Questions:
Favorite Things: My family. Books. Movies/pictures/anything with Gerard Butler. Fuji apples. Emoticons! Warm weather and a pool. Trees and a hammock. Flowers.
Pet Peeves: Loose instead of lose. Woah instead of whoa. Your instead of You’re. The terms “mommy porn” and “bodice ripper.” Salesmen who ignore me and talk to my husband.
Addictions: Chocolate. Everything is better with chocolate. Even a 200k+ submission littered with editing markup, loose and woah is better with chocolate.
Kick Ass Superpower: I’d like to be Elasti-girl. The ability to meld my body into any shape would be fabulous—especially considering the above-mentioned chocolate addiction. 🙂
Your best book boyfriend:
For the night: It’s a bit of a throwback, but Ranger, from the early Stephanie Plum books.
For a dirty weekend: Cain, from RAISING CAIN (The Key Guardians Book 1) by Kelli Ireland. (UN)Holy hotness!
To have and to hold: Jamie Frasier, of course. From the books, though, not the show. I refuse to watch it for fear the actor cast as Jamie would forever erase the real Jamie in my brain/heart.
Isn’t she great, y’all?
Paige works for Lyrical/Kensington but also freelances. She’s totally KickAss:-)
Kristi-2

What if you fly- Part 3

A continuation from previous blog post. Jump back to read Part One and Part Two

 

She could pretend they didn’t know each other, but he certainly knew Ms. Buffenbarger. Knew her intimately. Well, maybe not this tight ass, skittish version of her but underneath that tight skirt and standoffish attitude was a hot woman with a turtle tattooed on her right hip. That’s the Olivia he knew.

It was annoying, this facade that they were acquaintances, but her determination to make it true was cute. He could really use a friend right now, and he and Olivia Buffenbarger had been friends, once.

Hell, they’d been the best kind of friends, the kind that shared laughs and dreams. The kind of friends whose touch and feel had left an indelible impression so easily called forth that the subtle whiff of her perfume or the way her eyes roamed over him made him relive their days together in a flash of memories.

“Are you really still mad?”

“What’s in the past should stay there.” She told him. Well, told his tie actually since she struggled to make eye contact.

“Yes, I can see you mean that.” He knew his sarcastic tone wasn’t lost on her when she cut her eyes to his.

“David,” she whispered.

He stepped closer, his thumb itching to stroke her cheek, to run his hands down her body and search for more tattoos. Had she gotten others like she said she wanted or had conformity sucked that from her? Had fear pushed her too far? It had certainly changed his life.

“Liv.”

Her eyes met his and held firm.

“Don’t call me that. We are not those people anymore. You have a child and a wife-”

“You assume.”

She cocked her hip, planting her hand on it. “She’s not your child?” She returned his sarcasm. In that brief moment he saw the woman he knew her to be. The strong force of nature she was and he was awash with relief. She was going to need those attributes in the days to come. He was going to need them, too, as was Mazie.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled at his daughter. “I’ll be right there, baby.” He held up one finger. “Just give us a minute, please.”

“Ok, Daddy.” She twirled and bowed, her curls dancing around her.

He turned his gaze back to Olivia. “Is there no way to forgive me? You just said the past should stay back there yet it’s standing right here between us. ” He stepped closer and picked up a strand of her flaxen hair, twirling it between his fingers. “Livvie, I don’t know how else to express my remorse-”

“It’s not that I’m still holding onto….well. Anyway…it’s that I can no longer trust you and though you look exactly like someone who I used to trust with my life, behind that gorgeous face is a deceptive heart and this is the way things need to be if I want to protect myself.”

“I can help protect you.”

She bit out a laugh and shook her head, pulling the strand from his fingers. It was clear to him that they were not talking about the same threat and he briefly lowered his head, ashamed at how poorly he had treated the gift of her heart.

When he decided to move home, hoping to give Mazie as much stability as he possibly could, Liv-pardon-Olivia Buffenbarger had been his first thought. Whether she had forgiven him had been his second.

“Mazie needs a woman in her life. One she can trust,” he said.

“I’m watching over her at school. You don’t have to worry. But I’m not going to bail you out this time. Those days are over.”

“You’re all grown up and too serious for that, I suppose.” He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. The air between them was suspended in anticipation. “But try as I might, Liv, there’s a lot about you I can’t forget.”

She let out a shaky breath and stared into his eyes.

“See ya tomorrow,” he whispered, glancing at her lips. It was knowing his child stood twenty feet behind him that gave fuel to his self control and allowed him to rein in his need to touch her.

David took a step back and then another. It was still early, his appearance back into her life, and he knew he needed to be patient. If only time was on their side, but unfortunately that was not the case.

He turned on his heel and focused his attention on his daughter. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go audition.” Olivia Buffenbarger would have to come around, whether she wanted to or not.

 

Kristi-2

Unexpected Eden by Rhenna Morgan

Hello everyone, Kyra here sharing this week’s “Books Kicking Ass” with a book that sucked me in and refused to let go until the very end: UNEXPECTED EDEN by Rhenna Morgan. And while I was supposed to be writing, I’d been wanting to read this one since it released and could wait no longer. So I cracked the cover…and couldn’t put it down. Here’s the blurb:

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Paradise, love and power. . .and a prophecy with a price.

Most people believe Eden no longer exists. Lexi Merrill’s about to learn they’re wrong. A hard-working bartender with a self-sufficient backbone and a wary nature, she knows pickup lines like a second language. So, when Eryx Shantos barges into her world with too-smooth words and a body to back it up, she locks up her libido and vows to keep her distance.

Eryx has other ideas. As king of the Myren race, Eryx is duty-bound to enforce the laws preventing exposure of their existence to humans. Yet The Fates have led him through his dreams to Lexi, a temptation he doesn’t want to resist. The question is, is she Myren, or human – which makes her forbidden fruit?

When Eryx’s nemesis tags Lexi as his next target, Eryx insists on taking her home where he can keep her safe. Lexi had no idea “home” would mean the one-and-only land of creation. . .or that she’d trigger a prophecy that could doom her newfound race.

Why this book kicked ass:

I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for a strong-willed heroine. Someone who doesn’t buckle during difficult times, but rather juts their chin out and says, “Bring it.” This was Lexi. I also love a strong alpha who’s battling their own demons but puts the safety and concern for their woman above all else. This was Eryx. The supporting cast was terrific, too, and the world-building of Eden nicely done. Author Rhenna Morgan is an amazing writer as well as a kickass supporter of other authors (and an absolute blast to follow on FB and Twitter. Seriously, you’ve got to check out her social media pages. You will NOT be disappointed…). As an added bonus, Unexpected Eden just went on sale on Amazon for 99cents!

99cents!!!! Where else can you find a fantastic escape for 99cents??

So while you all run out to grab your copy, I’ll go back to my writing cave…and wait on pins and needles for book 2 in the Eden series, HEALING EDEN, to release. Have a fantastic week, everyone.

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Dudes and their singing dogs.

Hello everyone! Just short stop today for FunGuy Friday. I have to highlight these two dudes and their dog. Totally cracked me up. I really love this pooch. The guys aren’t bad either 😉

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And it get’s better.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmHrP07RJkk

And finally, how to autotune your dog:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk4bmK-acEM

Hope you have a KickAss Friday!

Sabine red

Case of the missing Turtles

Hello everyone!

First, sorry about the missing post. I was tweaking the site and forgot we were live. My bad.

By way of apology, I give you…. TURTLES!

This guy looks like he belongs in one of my SFR books.

Turtles

Turtle sandwich, anyone?

Turtle Sandwich

When I saw that last one…

OMG

And, just because… Mohawk!

Mohawk

I’ll leave you with this little gem. Clockwork turtle.

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Got any fun turtle pics? Feel free to post them here.

And again, sorry!

Love,

Sabine red

Jonesing on some Harlequin Junkies

Harlequin Junkies is one of those blogs all writers are delighted to find their way onto. It’s a sort of badge of honor to be featured on their site. I’m delighted to welcome the power behind the super blog to KickAss Bloggers today. No doubt about it, this lady kicks ass.
Hi fellow Book Lovers; I’m Sara @HarlequinJunkie founder of Harlequin Junkie blog and owner of an endless TBR pile. A Portfolio Analyst by day, who moonlights as a book blogger and romance novel enthusiast. Voracious Reader. Addicted Blogger. Shoeaholic. Belly dancer. Undomestic Goddess who thrives on Love, Laughter & HEA’s.
 
There is nothing I like to talk about more than my favorite topic: Romance Novels; you might call me a self appointed advocate of the romance genre and you would be right. Where else could one hang out with super sexy alpha billionaire hero’s, travel the globe in a Private Jets or buy Million dollar seaside mansions on a daily basis?
 
 
Now for what you really want to know. Those Rapid Fire questions dear to the heart of any KickAss Chick.
 
Favorite Things: A day spent reading at the beach with my crazy lab puppy Max. 
 
Pet Peeves: People who talk to you while you are reading. Seriously?! 
 
Addictions: Addicted to Love, Laughter and Happily Ever Afters!
 
Kick Ass Superpower: To be able to fly or teleport. A great way to travel the world at my leisure 😉
 
 
Your best book boyfriend: Given the amount of reading I do, this is a tough choice… OK, As of this week: 
 
·      For the nightMaksimilian Sevastyan from The Master by Kresley Cole
·      For a dirty weekend: Max Stella from Beautiful Stranger. 
·      To have and to hold: I’m conflicted here between Mr. Darcy and Max Stella. 
Thanks to Sara for joining us. If you haven’t checked out Harlequin Junkies before, where have you been???
SarahSig
 
 

What if you fly – Part 2

Continuing on from Part 1 – Jump back if you want to read What if you fly Part 1

what_if by Erin Hanson“Don’t wanna do it.” Maizie rubbed her little snub nose with the heel of her hand.

“Hmm.” Mr. Ray’s white shirt strained over his broad shoulders as he leaned his elbows onto his knees and ducked his head to look at his daughter. “Sounds like chicken talk to me.”

Olivia gaped at the back of his gleaming head. She was so not okay with this style of parenting. She opened her mouth to deliver the blistering correction the arrogant son of a bitch deserved.

“Does not.” Mazie’s chin came up and stuck straight out as she glared back at her father. Her glare melted into a huge grin. “You’re a chicken.”

David…Mr. Ray’s–dammit—rich chuckle stroked up Olivia’s spine like a hot finger. “No, you’re a chicken.” He stood and held a big, tanned hand out to his daughter. “Come on. Let’s go and audition.”

Just like that, the sun came out over Mazie’s world as she slipped her hand into her father’s.

He glanced up suddenly, caught Olivia staring and raised his eyebrow. He did that chin lift thing that had been hitting her in the back of the knees since high school. “Olivia.”

Mr. Ray.” She needed to keep things on the strictly professional. God knows where this would end if she didn’t. She knew where it wouldn’t end, parked outside old man Cranley’s farm in the back of Mr. Ray senior’s F350.

David grinned at her and that brow went even higher. “How are you, Ms. Buffenbarger?”

Not still crushing on you. Olivia gave him a tight-lipped smile.“Fine.”

“I’ve been back in town a while now. I don’t see you around much.” Oh, those devil eyes, staring straight at her, calling her a liar right to her face.

And she’d like to take umbrage, really she would. However, considering she’d been actively avoiding him since he’d arrived back, sans wife, child in tow, it seemed a bit hypocritical. “I see you have everything under control.” She stood and wriggled her pencil skirt back down over her hips.

His dark gaze tracked the movement in a slow, lazy blaze of heat that hit her squarely in the gut.

“I’ll just be on my way home then.” She bent to snatch up her tote crammed to the brim with yesterday’s homework assignment.

David got there first, and held it out to her with another of those knee tremblers he’d been using since their freshman year.

Olivia barely managed a civil thank you.

“You aren’t coming to watch me audition.” Mazie turned her face up to Olivia. Dried tears had streaked into dirt trails down her baby-soft cheeks.

“You should at least come and watch.” David grinned at her.

“Pleeease.” Mazie ramped up the Shirley Temple factor, all huge pleading eyes, and quivering top lip.

Olivia felt like the worst kind of bitch as she shook her head. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’m sure you’ll do great.” She managed a smile for Mazie. “Be sure to come by tomorrow and tell me how you did.”

“What about me?” David sidled into her line of sight. “Do I get to come by tomorrow and tell you how I did?”

“No.” Heat exploded up her neck and over Olivia’s cheeks. Hastily, she hauled back on the hostile bark in her voice. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Mazie can give me all the details.”

Fabric strained across his shoulders and biceps as he folded his arms over his chest, head cocked as he stared at her.

Chicken! It was written so clearly on his face he might as well have shouted it out loud.

Olivia dropped her gaze first and settled her tote over her shoulder. Yes, she was a chicken. But it beat the hell out of risking another crash and burn lesson in the brand of heartache David Ray handed out. She’d bet his wife and her could get together and swap war stories. Where was the wife? Certainly the Hickoryville jungle drums reported no sign of a wife. None of her business. David Ray was not a place she was going again. Ever.

Olivia locked her focus on her car and marched through the central quadrangle, weaving around a group of students clustered near the ostentatious statue of the town’s founding father. Jebediah Hickory perched on his concrete plinth, snearing down his iron nose at the lesser life forms scurrying around beneath him.

Her glass of chardonnay upped the ante and yelled at her to go for the whole bottle.

“Olivia, wait up.”

Her heart juddered to a stop as David caught up with her. His red power tie looped over one shoulder, wavy hair fingercombed around his beautiful face by the flirtatious wind. Olivia’s flight reflex kicked in and she had to keep her legs in place by sheer force of will.

“Ms. Buffenbarger,” she said.

He frowned and gave his head a small shake. “Whatever. But you’re going to have to talk to me sometime.”

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To be continued …