Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I'm Taking The Plunge...

...and trying my hand, so to speak, at male/male, er, interactions, shall we say? Two of my writer pals and I are going to put together a proposal for an anthology with a theme of aliens seeking compatible mates. Jeanne Laws is going to do a complete male/male romance, while I am going to have M/F/M, with the two guys quite comfortable in getting it on with each other. I believe our other co-conspirator, Jan Springer, is going to do the same as me.

My question is this: those of you who read erotic romance, is this something you'd buy? Or are we stroking the wrong pole? So to speak.

(Oh, and look at my stats--I'm over 20,000 hits! Woohoo!!)

"Save a boyfriend for a rainy day--and another, in case it doesn't." ~Mae West

Monday, January 29, 2007

Playing With Words

The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.

The winners are:

1. Coffee (n.) the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.) appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.) to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.) to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.) impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.) describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7 . Lymph (v.) to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.) olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.) a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.) a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.) the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n) a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.) a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.) (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.) an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

The Washington Post's Style Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are this year's winners:

1. Bozone (n.) The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
2. Cashtration (n.) The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
3. Giraffiti (n) Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
4. Sarchasm (n) The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
5. Inoculatte (v) To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
6. Hipatitis (n) Terminal coolness.
7. Osteopornosis (n) A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
8. Karmageddon (n) It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
9. Decafalon (n.) The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
10. Glibido (v) All talk and no action.
11. Dopelar effect (n) The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
12. Arachnoleptic fit (n.) The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
13. Beelzebug (n.) Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
14. Caterpallor (n.) The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.

And the pick of the literature: Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

Whoever came up with those, they were gooood!

"If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you." ~Groucho Marx

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Dementia Test

You know that exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it's important to keep mentally alert. If you don't use it, you lose it! Take the test presented here to determine if you're losing it or not. Try not to look ahead to the answers.

OK, relax, clear your mind and begin.

1. What do you put in a toaster?

Answer: "bread." If you said "toast," give up now and do something else. Try not to hurt yourself. If you said, bread, go to Question 2.

2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk." What do cows drink?

Answer: Cows drink water. If you said "milk," don't attempt the next question. Your brain is over-stressed and may even overheat. Content yourself with reading a more appropriate literature such as Auto World. However, if you said "water", proceed to question 3.

3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?

Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said "green bricks," why are you still reading these??? If you said "glass," go on to Question 4.

4. It's thirty years ago, and a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany. (If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany.) Anyway, during the flight, TWO engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he can do so and the plane fatally crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where would you bury the survivors? East Germany, West Germany, or no man's land"?

Answer: You don't bury survivors. If you said ANYTHING else, you're a dunce and you must stop. If you said, "You don't bury survivors", proceed to the next question.

5. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus; In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Swindon, two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff , 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Swansea three people get off and five people get on In Carmathen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. What was the name of the bus driver?

Answer: Oh, for crying out loud! Don't you remember your own name? It was YOU!!

How'd you do? (I'll admit, the one about Germany I was prepared for. My dad got me on that one years and years ago! He always was doing stuff like that, trying to teach me to listen to people better--"Don't hear what you think I'm saying, listen to what I'm actually saying.")

"Don't ever make the same mistake twice, unless it pays." ~Mae West

Saturday, January 27, 2007

My Cover For My First Ellora's Cave Book!

Check. It. Out:

Oy. Is that gorgeous, or is that gorgeous? And that I'm sharing the book with Jory Strong, Delilah Devlin, Allyson James, Denise Rosetti and fellow EC newbie Lillian Feisty is just a bonus!

Here's the story blurb and an excerpt from the beginning of the book:

Gaelen Brecca is asked by the leader of his world to track down the leader's errant fiancee, who's hiding out on Earth. In the process, Gaelen has no choice but to take Madison Marquette as well. Finding a mate was the last thing he and his bond-brother, Leax Ilan, expected on their mission.

Tired of being the only person in the family who isn't a thrill-seeker, Madison is ready for a grand adventure. She's immediately drawn to Gaelen and his bond-brother Leax, who make no secret of their attraction for her. Can they secure her sensual surrender?

~ * ~

Through the wide view screen at the front of the ship’s bridge, Gaelen Brecca stared at the planet his space vessel currently orbited. “I’ll teleport down, grab the woman, and we’ll be out of here before anyone knows what happened. Stay out of range of their satellites, Chardon. And be ready,” he cautioned his communications officer, who also manned the teleportation controls. “There have been reports of Raiders in this area, and you know how much they’d love to get their hands on a royal princess. The ransom they’d get for her would fund their weapons deals for years.”

“I’ll be on guard, my lord.” The blond man didn’t look up from his control panel. “Sensors indicate there is another woman with Supreme Lord Travven’s betrothed. You may want to take a pacifier, sir.”

“Thank you, Chardon.” Gaelen moved into the maglift. “Have Commander Ilan meet me at the teleport pad.”

The maglift whisked Gaelen to deck fifteen, where he stopped at the med bay to pick up a tranquilizer pistol. He snorted as he remembered what Chardon had called it. A pacifier.

Doctor Braden Tabari stepped out of his small office. “What can I do for you, my lord?”

Gaelen scowled. “With every last person on this ship ‘my lording’ me, Bray, I’d hoped I wouldn’t hear it from you, too.”

“You are now the First Province of Drace, my lord,” the doctor replied, seemingly unperturbed by his captain’s burst of ill temper. By the mischief sparking in his dark eyes, Tabari actually seemed to be enjoying it. “It would be inappropriate for us to address you as anything other than ‘my lord’. Or would you prefer ‘Lord Brecca’? Or perhaps ‘Brecca, Bearer of the Most Sacred—’”

“Oh, for the love of Mystros,” Gaelen muttered. “I’d prefer that you call me Gaelen. We’re friends, remember?”

Smiling faintly, Tabari clasped him on the shoulder and squeezed. He dropped his hand and asked again, “What can I do for you, my lord?”

Kotka njall.” After growling the curse, Gaelen raked his hand through his hair. If he’d known that becoming First Province of Drace would put such formality between him and his friends, he’d have told his cousin Rafe to retrieve his own damned woman. Or better still, to go fuck himself. He just might yet, after this fool’s mission. He was governor of the largest province on Reivas and the captain of the fleet’s flagship. His last mission shouldn’t be as some goddamned babysitter for the runaway bride of the Supreme Lord.

Family could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

With a shake of his head, he brought his thoughts back to the matter at hand. “I need a tranquilizer pistol, just in case the princess refuses to cooperate.”

Tabari’s eyebrows rose. “That’ll go over well with the Talarians. You tranquing their princess and all.” The doctor opened a cabinet and withdrew a small, silver gun. “Obviously you’ve located her.”

Gaelen grunted. “After four months of following her trail and stopping by three other planets, yes, we’ve finally found her.” He nodded toward the tranq gun. “I’ll only use it if she leaves me no other choice. Make sure you load it with enough for two.”

“What, you’re planning on bringing a female back for yourself?”

“No.” Gaelen didn’t appreciate the humor and sent Tabari a dark look. “I want it in case I need to tranq the woman with Juliska if she gives me any trouble.”

“What woman with Juliska?” Tabari pushed two vials into the chamber and primed the barrel.

Gaelen shrugged. “A friend, perhaps? We’ll be teleporting directly into the house where they are. I doubt she’s seen people appear out of thin air before. I want to be prepared for trouble.”

* * * * *

Madison Marquette pulled her legs underneath her and settled more comfortably on the plush sofa. She flicked a piece of lint off the skirt of her flirty yellow sundress—her favorite one with flowers—then grabbed her bowl of ice cream. “I’m getting ready to hit the play button, Julie,” she called. “Hurry up.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her friend, Julie Grant, hurried into the room, carrying a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Even with her honey-blonde hair pulled back into a casual topknot, she still managed to look elegant. She set the cup on the table between the sofa and recliner and dropped down into the easy chair. Clicking the footrest out, she stretched her long legs and sighed. “Don’t get your panties in a fist.”

“Panties in a twist,” Madison automatically corrected. In the two years she’d known Julie, the woman consistently used mixed-up idioms. But Madison considered her to be her closest friend, even if she did claim to be from another planet. She was ditzy but not dangerous.

“So, you never did answer my question.” Julie raised an eyebrow. “Since we’re getting ready to watch While You Were Sleeping, I wanna know. What do you look for in a man?”

She’d asked the question at the video store and again in the car on the way home. Madison knew her friend would keep after her until she answered. “Well, I’m not that different from most women, I suppose,” she said, thinking aloud. “I want a man who’s strong, who’s capable, but who doesn’t try to control me. He needs to know and trust that I can take care of myself. I want someone who’s stable, dependable. Safe.”

She thought about what she’d just said and felt a deep pang of loneliness that was almost a physical hurt. Her last serious relationship had ended over three years ago, after she’d found her fiancé in bed with another woman. What a cliché, but it seemed to be the way her life ran. After the break-up, she’d decided to swear off men for a while, never dreaming the dry spell would last so long.

What she’d told Julie was true. While she wanted someone dependable, she didn’t need a man to provide for her. Partially because of Julie’s incredible imagination, Madison had turned the stories her friend dreamed up about life on other planets into bestselling steamy futuristic romance novels. She was doing very well for herself. Her sixth novel in two years was due out in a couple of months and she was fast approaching the deadline for her seventh. Her career was right where she wanted it. Her personal life was another matter entirely.

What she needed, what she craved, was intimacy. Not just sex, although it had been so long since she’d made love with a man she almost forgot what it felt like. She missed curling up on the couch in a man’s strong arms and watching a movie together, or holding hands while taking a walk. Simple stuff.

And, since she was being honest with herself, she missed sex. She loved being with a man, smelling his unique scent, feeling the sweat gathering on his skin, seeing the pleasure steal over his face when he came. She missed a man’s cock surging inside of her, rippling over the muscles of her pussy.

Battery operated boyfriends just weren’t the same.

“There’s no such thing as a safe man.” Julie’s dry tones broke into her thoughts. “What’s this fantasy man look like?”

Madison pushed aside her sadness. “I’ve always liked 'em tall, dark and handsome, of course. Broad shoulders, nice collarbones, a muscular chest with a smattering of hair. You know, just enough to have a nice trail that leads down to more interesting places. Not that I’ve gotten anything remotely close to that.” Her fiancé had been rather short, with a bald spot and a tendency to spit when he talked.

“I know what you mean.” Julie picked up her coffee cup. “Next question. What’s your secret sexual fantasy?”

Just as Madison opened her mouth to tell her friend it was none of her business—some things were private, even among best friends, that’d be why they were called secrets—there was a flash so bright she closed her eyes against the glare. When she opened them again, two tall men in formfitting black uniforms stood in front of her.

Madison yelled. She slammed her bowl of ice cream onto the end table and jumped over the back of the couch, putting the bulky weight of it between her and the two men. They looked at her and she caught a flare of sexual interest in their eyes before they turned their attention to Julie.

The one on her left was very tall, well over six feet, with shoulder-length black hair and penetrating glass-green eyes. Those eyes had heavy brows drawn over them in a scowl, the same frown that curved his sensual lips. A deep cleft bisected his sexy chin.

The other man was just as tall, just as muscular, with long, dark reddish-brown hair and deep, chocolate-brown eyes. A thin, jagged scar ran the length of his jaw line on the right side of his face. It in no way detracted from his scrumptious good looks. Rather, it took what otherwise would have been a face almost too pretty and turned it into something lethally handsome.

Tighinn ne, Juliska Argante tan Talar,” the green-eyed man said to Julie, his voice a low growl.

The sound rumbled through Madison’s body and lit all her nerve endings on fire. Especially the ones between her legs. For crying out loud… She really needed to get laid if she could get turned on at the same time she was being scared spitless.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

Available March 21st at Ellora's Cave!

"A woman in love can't be reasonable--or she probably wouldn't be in love." Mae West

Friday, January 26, 2007

New Review For Obsidian's Flame

From Klarissa at Joyfully Reviewed:

"Obsidian's Flame is out of this world! Ms. Quinn has built a complex world that comes alive with descriptive and action packed words. Non-stop thrill and hot sex scenes will keep your pulse racing until the very end. Sam and Trey fight their attraction, but love is a lot stronger. You have to watch these characters because they will pull you in deep into their world!"

Read an excerpt or buy.

"All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else." ~Mae West

Thursday, January 25, 2007

New Review For The Wolf Of Cnoc Meadha

From Jo at Joyfully Reviewed:

"The Wolf of Cnoc Meadha shows that even the Fae are not always given a charmed, wonderful life. Connor is cursed because he will not be forced into something not of his choosing... MacKenzie is forever changed as a side effect of an argument between the King and Queen of the Daoine Sidhe. She is then exiled from her home to the human realm for centuries. I loved how Ms. Quinn showed that even in the fantasy realm, many times the mothers still know what is best for their children. Connor and MacKenzie's trials through life only made them realize just how strong their love for each other was and to fight for it. The Wolf of Cnoc Meadha is a lighthearted read that I found to be a wonderful addition to this book."

Read an excerpt or buy.

"It's hard to be funny when you have to be clean." ~Mae West

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Oops. There's A Delay...

...in The Wanderer. I'm so sorry; I know a lot of people look forward to the weekly installments. I've been feeling a bit under the weather the last several days, plus up to my eyeballs in my local RWA chapter stuff. I wasn't able to write the next installment.

Please come back next week for Part 13.

I'm so, so sorry.

"Opportunity knocks for every man, but you have to give a woman a ring." ~Mae West

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

What's With All This Craziness?!?

Take a look at the pictures below. One of them was taken back in December in Ohio. One was taken yesterday here in southern Arizona. Tell me if you can tell which is which:

It was beautiful here yesterday. I took the day off (I usually only work 1/2 days on Mondays, but the way the roads were here--we have no salt trucks or snow plows--it was the right day to take off), so I could sit inside and enjoy the beauty. Once the sun had been out for a while and had helped to melt the ice off the roads, I ran some errands.

Here are some pictures I took while I was out:

I think this last one is my favorite--it's a shot of Thimble Peak. Mount Lemmon is behind it, but you can't see the rest of the mountains because of the cloud cover. But see the palm trees in the foreground? Covered with snow. What a sight--snow in the desert.

We're supposed to have a freeze again tonight, but hopefully the roadways will be relatively dry and the commute into work will be somewhat normal. Keep your fingers crossed--I don't want to take three hours to travel 12 miles. And if they close the overpasses/bridges across the washes and rivers, I'll be stuck on my side of town 'til they open them up. Hmm. Wonder if the boss would let me take another day off...?

Oh, and if you guessed the first picture was taken here in Arizona, you were right!

"Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I'm going to snow anyway." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, January 22, 2007

Stand-Up Guys

The latest edition of Cosmopolitan (yeah, I'm a Cosmo girl just like Elle Woods) has their Fun Fearless Male Awards. One of this years recipients is Julian McMahon, of Nip/Tuck. (I first saw him in Profiler, which I loved, and then later on Charmed.) One thing that he said that I think is just so sweet:

"I am one of those men who absolutely adores women. I don't care what you look like. Just the fact that you're a woman makes me feel good."

Aw, ain't it sweet?

Then Cosmo had a follow-up with their first recipient of the Fun Fearless Male Awards, Jon Bon Jovi. Jon was named the Ambassador for Habitat for Humanity this year. Here's what he had to say about that:

"I wanted to be not just the face of something, but a difference maker. A simple necessity of life is having four walls and a roof. People need the the opportunity not only to survive, but to thrive."

Now that's some powerful stuff. I love it.

Oh, and here's something else from Cosmo, totally unrelated to the above. You know how guys can watch the same movie over and over and over, and never get tired of it? According to Dr. Daniel Amen, author of Sex on the Brain, it's because men have lower activity levels in their brains when they watch movies, so they can watch them again and again. "Women, on the other hand, have busier brains and need more depth or rational aspects to be engaged by a film."

So while guys can watch Bruce Willis save the day many, many times, for a woman to see a movie more than once is because the flick hit them on an emotional level, not just as a two-hour diversion.

*frowning* Not sure I agree with that. I will admit that I have sat through a marathon of Star Wars and Star Trek movies more than once, and I can (and probably will) do it again. Granted, I have to be "in the mood" for it, just like if I'm really hankering for shrimp, a trip to the Olive Garden won't satisfy me. It has to be Red Lobster or nuttin.

So, what do you think? I know men and women are wired differently, but are they so different that it shows in the number of times they're willing to watch the same movie?

"I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action." ~Mae West

Sunday, January 21, 2007

It Must Be Time For Change

Two weeks ago, I rearranged my living room and dining room (basically all one area). Yesterday, after I donated a love seat and patio set to the Salvation Army, I rearranged my office, which also necessited a partial rearranging of my bedroom (moved the treadmill from my office into my bedroom, so I can watch TV while I work out. Or, at least, that's what I tell myself...).

Now I have an open wall that I'm not sure what to put there. I want something that will provide additional sleeping space, so I'd originally thought about a futon or daybed, but now I'm leaning toward maybe a small sleeper sofa (loveseat size). I dunno.

Any suggestions?

"No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap." ~Carrie Snow

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Sometimes The View From Behind...

...is just as fine as the view from the front! Grrrrrowf!

"A man's only as old as the woman he feels." ~Groucho Marx

Friday, January 19, 2007

Book Video For The Phoenix Rising Anthologies

Michelle Pillow put this together for the authors who are in the two Phoenix Rising anthologies at New Concepts Publishing. Check it out:

"Any time you got nothing to do--and lots of time to do it--come on up." ~Mae West

Thursday, January 18, 2007

New Cover For Dragonfire

Check out the awesome cover Trace did for me for my upcoming story, Dragonfire, coming in February at Amber Heat:

Leilani Aster and her sister are the last of the descendants of a powerful Druid. An old enemy is determined to destroy them. Lani must call upon her ex-lover, Aleksandar Lyaksandro--the powerful leader of the shapeshifting Dragon Order--for help. She'd been betrayed by Zander once before. Can they get beyond their past to save their future?

~ * ~

The touch of Leilani's soft lips against his reverberated throughout Zander, but especially in his cock. It lengthened and thickened, pressing against the unyielding metal of the zipper of his jeans. He wanted her, like he wanted no other.

When he’d heard her cry out then Melantha, his heart had stopped. That Gerszon could reach them, even here where dragon magic was strong, was unbelievable.

It was unacceptable.

Her tongue slid between his lips, like hot, wet silk. He knew he should give her some space, knew she acted under the lingering affects of too much adrenaline and the surcease of fear, but...

He wasn’t that much of a gentleman.

His cock was as hard as steel forged in dragon fire, and his balls were tight with anticipation. He hadn’t touched a woman in two years...hadn’t wanted another woman. He wanted Leilani.

With a groan, he settled fully on top of her, nudging her legs apart, making a place for himself between the sweet cradle of her thighs. He nipped, he sucked, he licked, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to drink in her flavor. One taste only led to him wanting more.

More than just her mouth.

Zander gave a low growl and kissed a path down her throat, lingering at the pulse hammering under her soft skin. He raked his teeth over the tendon at the side of her neck, testing her, letting her feel just a hint of the wildness lurking within him.

She gasped and arched, her groin pressing into his erection. His hands went to her blouse and he yanked, sending buttons scattering. One smacked him in the eye and another bounced off his forehead, but he barely felt the sting. He had his woman beneath his hungry body again, and it would take a world war to move him.

The tight peaks of her breasts beckoned him. He latched on with fervor, sucking as much of one breast into his mouth as he could. Then he gentled, drawing on her nipple with slow, strong pulls. He brought one hand up and tweaked the other nipple, twisting and tugging on it with his fingers.

When her hips pumped against him, he released her breasts and kissed his way down her slender torso. He unfastened her pants and pulled them and her panties off at the same time.

He drew back and stared at her. God, she was so damned beautiful, all strawberries and cream with her light red hair, lips crimson from his kisses, pink nipples and pale, soft skin. Long torso leading to a little tummy and that graceful slit with its sparse shelter of springy hair between slender thighs.

Zander groaned and slid his hands over her inner thighs, up until his thumbs met across her swollen sex. Then he spread her, opened her to his gaze, a gaze riveted to the slick dark pink folds and shadowed opening of her body.

His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal rose. With a hungry growl, he bent his head and set his open mouth on her. The first swipe of his tongue through her cleft made her cry out. When he speared into her channel, her hands came down and clutched his head, her fingers lacing through his hair with a strong grip.

He worked her until she was moaning and pumping her hips against him. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her so he could get a better angle. He fucked into her with his tongue, dragging her flavor deep into his mouth, flicking against her sensitive inner walls with the pointed tip of his tongue.

“Zander!” She arched and shuddered, her sheath contracting around his tongue as her orgasm roiled through her. He kept up the steady rhythm, keeping her arousal ramped high, not letting her come down until she’d careened into another climax.

She settled against the mattress and his hands went to his belt. His only thought was to free his cock, to thrust into her before he exploded. It had been too long since he’d been inside his woman. He’d worry about the rest of his clothes later.

Just as he tabbed down his zipper, a soft knock came on the door.

His head swiveled toward the door. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Not just yet, bro,” Terik’s low voice said, muffled by the thick wood.

For once, Zander was sorry dragons had such good hearing.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

Dragonfire, available February 2007 at Amber Heat!

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." ~Mae West

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Time To Do Some Pruning

It's been coooooold here in southern Arizona--down to 20 degrees night before last, and our low last night was somewhere around 25-27 degrees. That's cold for here.

Then the wind picked up last night. I woke up around 2:00 this morning with a tree branch scraping across my bedroom window. Screech. Screech. Screeeeeeeeech. Aargh!!!

Needless to say, I know I'm going to be pretty much worthless at work today from about 11:00 a.m. on. Subsisting on 4 hours of sleep does that to me. So I'm thinking I need to locate my pruning shears and see if I can't do some clipping. Not sure I'll be able to reach the branch(es) that are being so rude, and I'm not sure it'll be good for them to be clipped when it's so cold outside (although it's supposed to get up to the mid-high 50s today, it's back to about 28 tonight). But I gotta tell ya... If it's between the tree being a little hurt and me getting sleep...

Sleep wins, hands-down.

Have a good day, everyone!

"Women should be obscene and not heard." ~Groucho Marx

Monday, January 15, 2007

Boxers Or Briefs?

Remember the old Hanes commercial with Michael Jordan, where the two women are sitting on a park bench watching men go by, and guessing what kind of underwear the guys are wearing?

Well, both styles have their merits. Plain tighty whiteys...

And nice, tight boxer-briefs:

And there's always the "almost off" style...

So, ladies, what do you like to see your guy in? And guys, what kind do you prefer to wear?

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" ~Mae West

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Beastmaster Pax Coming From Amber Heat

In February, there will be one of two Amber Heat Pax released. The theme is Beastmaster--all of the heroes are shapeshifters of one sort or another.

My story, Dragonfire, has a hero and three other yummy men who are dragonshifters. Big, tall and alpha... *shiver*.

Here's the cover for the collection:

Oooh. Look at those eyes...

As soon as I get the cover for my book, I'll post it with an excerpt, so stay tuned!

"I've never been a millionaire but I just know I'd be darling at it." ~Dorothy Parker

Saturday, January 13, 2007

More On Getting Published

Yesterday's post was short and sweet, and pointed you to Stephanie Feagan's blog about the "secret" to getting published. In my most recent issue of The Writer Magazine, they have an article by Phyllis A. Whitney (who turned 103 in September--you go, girl!) that is just excellent. (Ms. Whitney wrote the article 45 years ago, but it's still relevant.) I'd like to share a little of it with you here.

Ms. Whitney starts out by writing (and I'm paraphrasing): How do you think you're going to get the experience in what writing a book is all about if you don't first sit down and write a book? A sure way not to learn is to think you won't write unless you can write a perfect book that an editor will beg to publish. "How silly can you be?" (That's a direct quote. LOL)

But think about it. When you're on a job with an employer, you learn by doing. You make mistakes, some small, some big, and you brush yourself off and know not to do that again. So why wouldn't writing be the same way? You write, you learn. And sometimes you write scared. It's only natural to think "What if it's not any good?"

It might not be. You might have a lot to learn.

But it might be good enough to catch someone's attention. But you won't know until you write it.

So... start writing!

"A man in the house is worth two in the street." ~Mae West

Friday, January 12, 2007

The Secret To Getting Published

People ask writers this question all the time. What's the secret to getting published?

There are a multitude of answers, because the truth is... there's no one thing. But I think Stephanie Feagan said it best here. Make sure you read down in the comments far enough to read JoAnn Ross's response. Good stuff there.

Happy Friday, everyone!

"A man in love is like a clipped coupon... it's time to cash in." ~Mae West

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Missin' My Cowboys...

Since I finished The Bandit, I've missed posting pictures of yummy cowboys. So... here's one for today:


"So many cowboys, so little rope..." ~Anonymous

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

It's Movie Quote Time Again

Well, the last time I did this I ended up with three movie quotes that no one guessed. So I'm going to list them here again (with some hints), along with some new favorite quotes of mine:

1. I'm looking at a tin star with a drunk pinned on it. (an old western starring John Wayne, Robert Mitchum and James Caan.) El Dorado ~ Pam
2. If we ever go to war with Utah, we'll really kick ass. (John Travolta doing what he does best--being a bad guy.) Broken Arrow ~ Emma
3. Yes, we have Nosferatu! We have Nosferatu today! (Mel Brook's take on a horror classic.) Dracula: Dead and Loving It ~ Janet
4. You vindictive sack of silicone! First Wives Club ~ Marty
5. This calls for some really tiny knickers. Bridget Jones' Diary ~ jennybrat
6. If you ever loved me, do not rob me of my hate. It is all I have left. The Count of Monte Cristo ~ Janet
7. Fuck the sweater. She'll have to learn to live with disappointment. The American President ~ Marty
8. It obviously doesn't do any good to pull your heads off in front of people if they can't see you. Beetlejuice ~ Emma and Sam
9. It's a Smith and Wesson. And you've had your six. Dr. No ~ Marty
10. I'm drowning here and you're describing the water. As Good As It Gets ~ Maya
11. I'd give up forever to touch you. City of Angels ~ Janet
12. You cannot imagine the pain I have endured. I was born of the very wrath of God. Dracula 2000 ~ Janet
13. Never rub another man's rhubarb. Batman ~ Maya
14. Well, as long as the collar and cuffs match... Diamonds Are Forever ~ Marty
15. Excuse me while I whip this out. Blazing Saddles ~ Sam
16. I merely chewed in self-defense. I never swallowed. Dragonheart ~ Marty

All you need to do is leave a comment with your guess of the movie title. No prizes, just fun. :) When I get home from work this evening, I'll go back in and post the correct answers with the name of the commenter. Now, don't go crazy and guess all of 'em, and no cheating! Don't "Google" the quote to get the movie...

Okay? Let the games begin...

"Virtue has its own reward, but no sale at the box office." ~Mae West

Monday, January 08, 2007

Attention Authors Of Erotic Romance!

For the fourth year, Amber Quill Press is holding its Amber Heat Wave™ Contest. This is the only way new authors can be published with Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill. Check it out:

Send us the hottest, steamiest, most sizzling fiction you can create! Think you have what it takes to win a publishing contract with us? Then submit your short Erotic Romance story to AQP’s Amber Heat™ imprint during the first two weeks of January 2007! Apart from this annual contest, Amber Heat (and its parent company Amber Quill Press) remains closed to all outside manuscript submissions throughout each year, therefore, this will be your single opportunity in 2007 to show us your writing skills and possibly become a part of the Amber Quill Press family of authors. Winning entries will be published in electronic format in June 2007 to coincide with our 4th annual Amber Heat Wave™ celebration. For full contest details, please visit...


There's just one week left to enter, so hurry!

"It's easy to get married, but hard to stay that way." ~Mae West

Sunday, January 07, 2007

The Donald And Rosie

Have you caught the latest celebrity feud? I have no idea what started it or who, and I frankly don't care. All I caught last night were a few sound bites of Donald Trump calling Rosie O'Donnell a slob. And that "someone should say to her fat, ugly face 'You're fired.'"

Why is it people always resort to name-calling about physical characterstics? Because we instinctively go for the jugular and calling an overweight person a fat slob we know can devastate that person? You know what? I'm fat. I know I'm fat. I don't need you to call my attention to it. Thank you very much.

So, here's Rosie making fun of The Donald and calling him names, and over there is The Donald giving back just as good as he's getting. Aren't either one of them worried about slander? I guess not. Or they've both got so much money they just don't care.

Of course, most of us were raised by mothers who told us, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."

Wonder where Mrs. Trump and Mrs. O'Donnell are...?

"I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number of carats in a diamond." ~Mae West

Saturday, January 06, 2007

New Reviews for TALL, DARK & NAKED

"Torrid Teasers Volume 18 contains two intriguing tales, one more scintillating than the other. Sherrill Quinn and Rae Lynn Blue serve up a dish that is palpable to the taste buds, with Ms. Quinn's being the more enticing of the two. Head over to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and buy your copy today." ~Sinclair Reid, RRT Erotic

(I just love it when I'm "the more enticing of the two." *G*)

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5 Flags! "Up at the North Pole, forty-year veteran Jasper Snow has just been appointed to a new position: president of the Mended Hearts Division of Santa Claus Incorporated. Jazz, a Water Elemental, has only ten more years to run on his fifty-year commitment, yet Kris Kringle of the Winter clan {aka Santa} demands he take the first assignment for the new division! His case, a human named Anna O’Banyon, lost her mother to cancer six months ago; she’d like, just this once, to wake up with someone on Christmas morning. If only she could find tall, dark, and handsome under her tree; but Anna is definitely not prepared for finding a gift card under it, and tall, dark, and very naked elf to go with it! Sherrill Quinn has an incredible way with sizzling erotica that just won’t quit; all this and a love story too! This is a must-read!" ~Annie, EuroReviews

Tall, Dark and Naked, Part of Torrid Teasers Volume 18 - available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

"A man in the house is worth two in the street." ~Mae West

Friday, January 05, 2007

The Edge Of Night

Here's the way cool cover April Martinez did for the anthology Rae Morgan, Emma Sinclair and I have coming out--I think in the March/April timeframe. Didn't she do a fantastic job?!?

Here's the blurb and an unedited excerpt from my story, Damnation:

Brianna Dempsey is on the run from a hitman. When he tracks her to her house, threatening her and her precious dog Oscar, she's saved by Jack Gerrard, a supernatural Protector. But Jack is something more--a vampire. He breaks all the rules, especially the one about not having carnal relations with his charge. But once he's had a taste of Bree, there's no going back...

Setup of scene: After getting away from the hitman--but leaving her purse with her ID behind-- Brianna has come home to pick up her dog, unwilling to leave him alone where he could be in danger. The hitman barges in and taunts her, swinging her purse from one hand. When he drops her purse, the contents spill on the floor.

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Bree watched a tube of lipstick roll across the floor. Her throat felt swollen, tight. She swallowed. Her breath came quickly, her heart pounded a dull, hard thud behind her ribs. She couldn't believe the company had sent a hitman after her. Granted, with what she knew, the authorities could put the owners away for a very long time, but she'd never thought Jeremiah or Matthias Fairchild would stoop to murder.

She was more naïve than she'd realized.

"You..." She cleared her throat. "You were sent by the Fairchilds?"

"Does it matter?" he countered. His gun remained trained on her. His voice was smooth and without inflection of any kind. He was the epitome of the cold, hard killer.

"To me it does."

He shrugged. "I didn't get where I am today by blabbing to my victims, sugar." His dark gaze studied her for a moment, then he shrugged again. "Oh, well. Enough stalling. I have a job to do. Don't take it personally."

Bree blinked. Don't take it personally? "You've got to be kidding."

The hitman grimaced. "Okay. So, take it personally. I don't give a flying fuck."

A cold breeze wafted over her and she shivered. The man by the door brought his left hand up to steady the gun, and her eyes widened. "Wait!"

He paused, one dark eyebrow raised.

"Don't... Please don't kill Oscar. Please."

His gaze went to the dog by her side. "Doesn't look like he's gonna give me much choice, sister."

Bree knew what he said was true. Oscar strained against her hold, his growls turning more and more into barks and snarls. She bent her head, biting her lip against tears. Her sweet baby... "Ssh." She tried to soothe him, without success.

"That's it." The hitman took a step forward. "That damned mutt's gonna bring people running. Say goodbye to him, sugar."

She shivered again, unsure if it was from the wind coming around the damaged door or the brush of death against her soul. Closing her eyes, she hugged Oscar and waited for the end.

The sound of a shot being fired was muted by the silencer, but it was loud enough and she flinched, expecting to feel the white hot agony of lead slamming into her body. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes to see the gunman looking as bewildered as she felt.

"What the fuck...!" He pulled the trigger, and again the sound of the bullet being forced from the chamber sounded.

And again...nothing else happened. She didn't get shot.

From one blink to the next, another man materialized in front of her, his broad back blocking her view of the hitman. Inky black hair held in a pony tail trailed down his back. In her position on her knees, her eyes were level with his jeans-clad ass. Even as she noted what a fine pair of glutes he had, a part of her--a numbed, shocked part--wondered where he'd come from, how he'd seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Bree heard a vicious curse from the man who'd been doing his best to kill her, and another gunshot. As the man in front of her jerked from the impact of the bullet plowing into his flesh, she screamed and scuttled backward, dragging Oscar with her. He wriggled in a determined effort to get free, his barks frantic. Finally, with a heave, he freed himself from her hold and lunged forward.

The tall man leapt toward the gunman, but tripped over the bulldog. He swore and staggered sideways. Then, in a movement too fast for her frightened gaze to follow, he righted himself and went after the other man again.

"What the fuck!" The hitman's voice was strained and fearful as he yanked on the front door. The door swung open, bouncing off the wall, falling from its one remaining hinge to crash onto the floor. The footsteps of the fleeing gunman faded, then she heard the screech of tires pulling away.

The tall man in front of her slumped, bracing himself with his hands on his bent thighs as he drew in deep breaths. Oscar went to him, putting one paw on the man's calf and whining softly.

Bree pushed herself to her feet. She clenched her fists and tried to calm her breathing. Having someone pop up in front of her out of thin air wasn't exactly an every day occurrence for her, and she was trying very hard to not freak out.

He brought one hand up to his face as he straightened, then slowly turned to face her.

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was a streak of blood across his right cheek, the gash from the bullet raw and angry looking but, even as she watched, the wound knitted over and healed.


She backed up until she slammed against the wall. She held out one hand and motioned to the dog. "Oscar!" When the bulldog ignored her and pranced around the feet of the man who'd saved her from being killed, Bree quavered, "Who are you?"

Perhaps the better question would be What are you? But she wasn't ready for an answer to that one. Not yet.

He glanced at the dog nattering at his feet and an expression somewhere between disbelief and chagrin passed over his handsome features. When he looked at her, his hazel eyes held warm humor. "Who's my new friend?" he asked, his tone wry and holding a hint of an accent that made her think of dark, sultry Parisian nights.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

Coming this Spring from Liquid Silver Books!

"I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing." ~Mae West

Thursday, January 04, 2007

It's Too Early...

Oy. I'm feelin' a bit tired this mornin'. Think I'll just crawl right back into bed...

"It's all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand as long as he's perfect." ~Mae West

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Off With The Old And On With The...Old Again

My first story with Whiskey Creek Press, Careful Wishes, was part of the 3rd book in the Torrid Teasers line. Now, along with 8 other stories, it's been re-released in The Best of Torrid Teasers Volume 1--available in electronic and print formats!

Read an excerpt or buy.

"It takes two to get one in trouble." ~Mae West

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!

Let's ring in the new year right, shall we? Uh-huh!

"Don't ever make the same mistake twice, unless it pays." ~Mae West