Friday, January 31, 2014

If you have not read this yet, you don't know what you're missing.  Seriously.  Want inside the head of a man?  Any man?  This is the book.  It is hilarious, following several men through single-hood in NYC.  So fucking funny, I had to make up shit to tell my kids why I was laughing out loud...


New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst, and Evan's boss fires him with an email. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse. Fortunately, Evan meets someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own.

To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends into a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.


Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he tried to create a bachelor’s degree in Women. With the bachelor portion of that degree in hand, he settled in New York City but – to afford renting his bed-sized studio – found himself flirting mostly with a computer screen and stacks of documents. Determined not to die a corporate drone, Zack decided to sacrifice sleep for screenwriting, an active social life, and Internet startups offering temporary billion-dollar fantasies.

To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.

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“So what’s the body count?”
“The body count?”
“You know: how many women have you slept with in your twenty-nine years?”
Evan wasn’t sure whether to overstate the number to look sexually impressive to a soft porn star, or whether to understate the number to look less promiscuous and more like the responsible, clean cut, solid-boyfriend type. Since he still hadn’t quite figured out what Tina was looking for or who she really was, he decided just to tell the truth.
“I’ve been with about sixty-seven women.”
“What do you mean ‘about sixty-seven?’ You say ‘about sixty’ or ‘about seventy.’ But not ‘about sixty-seven.’ You’re obviously keeping track.” Tina looked amused at another opportunity to toy with Evan.
“All right. You got me,” Evan conceded. “I’ve been with precisely sixty-seven women.”
“Unless, of course, you said ‘about’ because the total depends on how you define ‘being with a woman.’ For example, if you just got a blowjob and nothing else then maybe you don’t count that.”
“OK. To be more precise, I’ve had sexual intercourse with sixty-seven women.”
“All right, so then you’ve probably been with many more women than sixty-seven?”
“Yeah. But I don’t keep track of those.” Evan suddenly wondered why he didn’t bother to keep track of anything but consummation.
“I see…So when did you get started on these sixty-seven women?”
“You mean, how old was I when I lost my virginity?”
“So you’ve slept with sixty-seven women in just nine years.”
“Well, actually I’ve had six serious relationships that together took up about two years.”
“Serious? Let’s see…Six serious relationships in two years…So each one lasted an average of four months. You call that serious?”
“Well, it was an intense four months. And I wasn’t seeing anyone else. You know, that’s kind of a big deal in New York,” he added ironically. “Dating someone exclusively for four months in New York is like four years in Anchorage.”
Tina chuckled at Evan’s joke. “All right, so not counting the serious relationships, you’ve slept with...” She crunched some numbers in her head. “You’ve slept with sixty-one women in just seven years…That’s an average of almost nine per year…A new woman every forty days.” Tina seemed impressed, which suddenly made Evan feel rather promiscuous.

“What’s SQ?” asked Evan.
“Sexual Quotient.”
“What’s that?”
“Basically, it’s your odds of getting laid. Everyone has an SQ. Just like everyone has an IQ.”
“I’ve never heard that term before.”
“That’s because I made it up.”
“That figures. Finally applying your actuarial skills to what really matters, eh?”
“Yeah…It’s an idea I had always sort of toyed with, but after I lost Yumi to my boss, I really began to develop and refine it.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I started obsessing over why she suddenly dumped me for him. And in the process of figuring that out, I developed the concept of SQ.”
“So how does it work?”
“Your Sexual Quotient is really just an attempt to quantify, on some absolute scale, how attractive you are to the opposite sex. In general, the higher your SQ, the more desirable you are.”
“So the higher your SQ, the easier it is for you to get laid.”
“Right. But your SQ determines a lot more; it effectively defines your bargaining position in a relationship. The lower your SQ, the more likely you are to be dominated by the person you’re with,” Heeb explained.
“You really think so?”
“Look at me. I always end up being the doormat because of my SQ. But if you look at models – male or female – they generally get away with demanding more and giving less.”
“So how do you figure out your SQ?” Evan asked, suddenly eager to compute his own Sexual Quotient.
“Well, your subjective SQ is how attractive you are to a particular person. And your objective SQ is just the average of all the scores you got for all of the people out there.”
“So how do I calculate my SQ for a particular woman?”
“It’s calculated the way you would calculate your personal income taxes.”
“How’s that?”
“Various facts cause you to take deductions from the total, although with taxes you want the deductions and with your SQ you obviously don’t. Because the lower your objective SQ is, the fewer women you attract, and the less picky you can be. And that’s a bad thing. And for anyone who wants to marry a Jew, it’s a disaster.”
“Because there are only about fourteen million Jews in the whole world, which leaves about seven million for each gender. So let’s say I’m willing to date any Jewish woman who’s twenty to forty years old. That leaves me with a choice of about two million women in the world. And if we assume that half of those women are already taken, I’m left with a million eligible women roaming about six billion people.  And, chances are, the million that’s not taken is not taken for a reason.”
“A million?”
“Yeah. And if you want to get really precise, we need to shave off at least another three hundred thousand, because I can’t date any Chasidic, Orthodox or even Conservative Jews.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m compatible only with bagel Jews.”
“Bagel Jews?”
“The ones who are Jewish culturally but not religiously. Which leaves about seven hundred thousand.”
“Listen to what you’re saying to me! Can you believe what you just – ”
Heeb blanked out on Melody for a moment as he remembered that he needed to deposit his mail in the mailbox a few feet away because it was the last one before he entered the Eighty-sixth Street subway station. He had been looking forward to this moment, after uncomfortably holding his mail in a stack that was sandwiched between his fingers and his cell phone, which was held down on the stack by his right thumb and pressed up to the side of his head for the conversation.
He refocused on Melody’s rant: “…not fair…I mean, listen to how you communicate with me! I feel like that’s become our problem. That’s really what this is about now: we just don’t communicate like we used – ” And that was the last thing he heard Melody say. Heeb’s painfully cramped and over-encumbered fingers were so eager to release the stack of mail from his right hand into the mailbox that they released his cell phone as well.
Heeb stood there for a moment, in dazed disbelief, looking helplessly at the sides of the mailbox. Melody’s continuing diatribe could now be heard only as a series of strangely muffled, barely audible noises, emanating from within the metal mailbox, like a transistor radio that falls into a manhole and just gives off a faint, chattering buzz.
In absurd desperation, Heeb tried cupping his hands to the mailbox for a moment, and shouting into it, hoping that she might hear what happened and that he really didn’t mean to drop the phone in the mailbox just as she was complaining about how they don’t communicate as well as they used to.
“Melody! Melody! I can’t hear you! I dropped my phone in the mailbox! Can you hear me?! I’m sorry! It slipped!”
As several commuters walked by, looking oddly at this heavyset balding man in a suit and tie crouched down low and apparently talking rather urgently to a mailbox, Heeb felt that he may have reached the nadir of his follies in the New York dating scene. But it would actually get much worse.


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Thursday, January 30, 2014

Time management

So we're moving.  Last year, the hubbie and I paid cash for a nearly brand-new mobile home and had it moved onto some property we have.  All it needed was paint, flooring and to have the heater/ac fixed.  Since we had all the time in the world to fix it up, move into it, and fix up the dump we currently live in to sell, we took our time.  Eight months later, the paint was half-way finished.  Then the hubbie got laid off.  In the past month, we've finished the paint, started packing, and hubbie has been working on the dump here.  He's hauled off over five tons of scrap metal, essentially earning enough money to pay for the flooring for the new house.  Yesterday, he single-handedly carpeted two room and today I start moving over boxes and small pieces of furniture.

Throughout it all, I have managed to publish my Valentine's novella, get Falling for Hope ready to publish, My Mistake ready for beta readers, and work on pre-writing/brainstorming for a couple of others.


The easy answer is, lack of sleep.  Seriously.

On a typical day, I wake up at 5:30.  Today for some reason, that time was 4:00.  I actually woke up earlier, but that's when I got myself out of bed, determined to do something besides toss and turn.  I'm not sure if the excitement of getting to move my office stuff over is what did it, or the fact that I'm super pissed at a teacher at my daughter's school for being snarky to my mom is what got my mind rolling so early in the morning, but here I am.

Supposedly, friends and family are coming up today to help finish up the flooring, but I'll believe it when I see it.  They've been saying that for three weeks, and haven't shown up yet.

Typically, I use the time from 5:30-6:30 to catch up on Social media stuff before I start getting the kids out of bed, then after I get them to school, I write until the hubbie figures out what's on his tap for the day.  Then I work, taking breaks on my laptop.  I also have about 45 minutes in the pick-up line at my son's school, and another 20 at my daughter's.  So I write for about 2 hours every day, if I'm focused.

Finding the focus is hard, but writing is my life right now.  When I was in sales, the bosses always said the good ones were "hungry."  That's what I am at the moment.  I can't afford to lose focus or momentum.  I've got to keep on truckin', no matter what the circumstances are.  We are in good shape financially.  We have enough money to live frugally for several months, until we sell this house.  But we'll have a lot of work to do to it to make any money from it.  So, even though I can see us moving soon, we're not out of the woods yet.  And until then, I will just keep writing.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Hudson by Shayne McClendon

By: Shayne McClendon

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Refuse to compromise.

Hudson Winters is in control of every aspect of his world. From his earliest

memories, he's been driven to succeed. Starting from nothing, he built an

empire based on opportunity and intimidation.

Personally, professionally, and sexually - he ensures the reins are always

in his hands.

He never counted on a woman like Gabriella Hernandez.

From the moment she steps into his building, she proceeds to shake up his

entire existence. Her very presence causes him to question everything about

himself, his relationships, and his future.

This story features characters readers fell in love with in "The Barter

System" and gives you a chance to sit down and catch up. Prepare to be

twisted up and knocked around a bit.  Another hot, emotional read from

Always the Good Girl, Shayne McClendon.

NOTE: This story contains explicit sexual scenes and language and is

intended for mature audiences only. Do not read this novel if intense sexual

situations offend you.

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About the Author:

Shayne McClendon is an indie author who has
received rave reviews for her premiere novel "The Barter System."
Other projects recently released are "In the Service of Women,"
"Yes to Everything," "Damaged," "Being
Delightful," "The Hermit," "Hudson" - the second book
set in "The Barter System" world, and many more.

Writer, mom, and hermit...Shayne listens to
the voices in her head because their ideas are awesome. Those around her have
learned not to question the crazy. Coffee consumption is too high, amount of
sleep is too low, but the words always feel just right.

She currently lives in Oklahoma wrangling
teenagers, opening doors for her pets, and running her content writing company.
She dreams of peace, quiet, travel, and always having a viable internet

You can contact her by email at, stop by her Facebook page, or visit her website
and subscribe for your free story!

Shayne McClendon's work is available at all
major e-book retailers. Print editions of her work are available on her

Current Book List:

The Barter System


Yes to Everything

In the Service of Women

A Little Bit Country - Book One



The Hermit

Being Delightful


Roadside Assistance


Permission to Come Aboard - The Great

Special Delivery - The Great Outdoors

A Sunny Heart - The Great Outdoors

Embrace the Wild - The Great Outdoors

Ready to Rumble - Love of the Game

Breaking the Ice - Love of the Game

Time to Make the Doughnuts - Love of the Game

Woman's Best Friend

Revenge is Best Served Hot


Just a Little Kilted - with Alexandra

Just a Little Crazy - with Alexandra Andersen

Just a Little Extra - with Alexandra Andersen

Not a Bride - with Alexandra Andersen

All the Better To - with Christopher Southers

Books Available in Print:

The Barter System


Not a Bride - with Alexandra Andersen


Love – Paula Cole
Game – Chris Isaak
– Nine Inch Nails
Little Taste – Skyler Stonestreet
– Aranda
Demons – Starset
– Kanye West
Prayer – Sully Erna
– Muse
Jesus – Depeche Mode
From A Rose – Seal
Of My Heart – Sting
Falling – Iyeoka
Goes Around…/…Comes Around Interlude – Justin Timberlake
Immortal – Evanescence
– Johnny Cash
Compares 2 U – Sinead O’Connor
Cases – Massive Attack
Behind – Candlebox
Stone – Duffy
I Didn’t Miss You – Angie Stone
State of Mind – JAY Z & Alicia Keys
You – Coldplay
Like Honey – Jesus and Mary Chain
Things – Jace Everett
Good – Nina Simone
This Real? – Lisahall
– M83, Suzanne Sundfor
– Oscar D’Leon
Good – Michael Buble
Wants To Know – Half Moon Run
– The xx
– Rihanna, Mikky Ekko
– Justin Timberlake
– The Cure
Good Inc – Gorillaz

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Without You by Julie Prestsater Cover Reveal

When two people connect, they can make beautiful music together. But what happens when music is the thing that tears them apart?

Evan James had it all. Drop-dead sexy, brilliantly talented musician, a skyrocketing career and his high school sweetheart by his side. When he’s offered a golden opportunity to go on tour, he never imagined she wouldn’t go with him. Without her, he found his dream meant nothing. Three years later, bereft and alone, Evan stops at an open mic night and spots someone sitting in the audience, the beautiful face of a woman he’d never forget...Maddy, his one true love.

Madison Grey had only ever loved one man. When Evan broke her heart she had no choice but to move on with her life, start a career of her own, and she even finds a new love. Still, thoughts of Evan were never put to rest. And on one fateful night, she unexpectedly hears him pour his heart out into a new song. A song about broken hearts, lost love, and second chances. A song about her.

With the help of their scheming friends, Maddy and Evan are thrown into each other’s lives once more. While learning to love and trust again, there is only one thing left on both of their minds... Is life better with or without you?

About Julie:

Julie is a high school teacher by day, and a writer by night. She writes both young adult and adult romances. When she's not writing, she can be found out and about with her family, reading, and watching football. As a reading intervention teacher, she prides herself on matching her students with great books to encourage them to become life-long readers.

Julie has written five young adult books which are all available now:
The Double Threat Series
-So I'm A Double Threat
-Double Threat My Bleep
-Double Time
-Double Threats Forever
You Act So White
Julie has also written three adult romance novels:
More Than A Friend Request
Against The Wall
-Between The Sheets (Against The Wall #2)
-Straddling The Edge (Against The Wall #3 coming April 29, 2013)
-Playing Chase (Against The Wall #4 coming summer 2013)

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Monday, January 27, 2014

Today looks ridonkulous, but I CAN'T FIX IT!!! AARGH!!!


Liv’s childhood

best friend, who she’s been inseparable from her entire childhood, moves out of

state. She’s devastated and forced to move on with her life without “her


Luckily, she finds a new best friend, Brynn. These two have been best friends

for so long, they decide to attend the same college as roommates.

After things don't turn out so well with a failed relationship, Liv chooses to

forgo any romantic commitments. She’s in college after all, so why not enjoy

being single and free?

Brynn, however is in a happy relationship and wants nothing more than for her

best friend to be in one too. As much as she tries to play matchmaker, Liv

refuses to be tied down. Unfortunately, when it's least expected, someone at

school makes Liv’s world turn upside-down. As much as she doesn’t want him to

affect her, he does.

To make matters worse, Brynn’s boyfriend knows more about Liv then he realizes

and eventually he’s able to put the pieces of her past together.

When tragedy strikes, the past and the present collide, allowing secrets to

come out and change everything.

Will friendships be torn and goodbye’s said or will they keep their promise and

never say goodbye?

**This contains graphic

sexual content and situations suitable for readers 18+.**

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About the Author


Renee Fike is a born and raised country girl from

Pennsylvania.  When T. Renee isn’t

writing, she’s working her full-time day job, or pursuing her Master’s

degree.  Aside from work and school, she

enjoys hanging out with friends, reading a good book, watching football, (GO

EAGLES) or hanging out with her niece and nephew.

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Saturday, January 25, 2014

Welcome to the Burns' Night Blog Hop.  Mr. Burns is one of my favorite poets, even before my dad brought be back a copy of his collected works on his life-changing visit to Scotland.  I tried to come up with a Scottish themed post for this hop, I even have a couple of stories floating around in my head.  But I just couldn't do it.  No matter how hard I tried.  In fact, in the novel I'm working on right now, My Mistake, Summer goes to Scotland to hunt down her girlfriend, who is there to investigate a haunted castle.  But since I've never actually been to Scotland, I didn't feel comfortable writing the obvious spin-off story.  I couldn't get it right in my head...

If you aren't familiar with Mr. Burns, visit Em Taylor's blog.  She's got a brief little biography on it today.

So instead, for today's post, I'm going to give you an extended teaser from my next work, Falling for Hope.  It should be coming out late February/Early March.  I will be donating a digital copy of it, as soon as it's released, to a random commenter on this post.  Just comment with your favorite Scottish thought (it can be a memory, a story, joke, song, or Burns quote, whatever) and make sure you leave me your email address.  If you're not comfortable leaving your email in the comments, you can email it to me at


Hope is an eccentric librarian who lives with her five cats and loves to spend her time fantasizing about living in a world of shapeshifters, vampires, and fairies. Although the existence of a paranormal world is far from Hope's reality, she can't help but sense there's something different about the mysterious man lurking in her library.

Gabriel is God's Strength, the Messenger, who's been tasked with delivering the Word for millennia. His most recent assignment will be his last, to fall in love and become human. But he can't quite figure out what he's done to displease the Boss. Gabriel's latest assignment might be the hardest, but this gorgeous rubenesque quirk of a woman definitely has him intrigued.

This is book three in the Four Winds series, a paranormal romance series by Anne Conley.  


     Hope and Gabe ended up at the Fine Art Museum.  Like the other city buildings that Gabe had noticed, this one looked very generic on the outside, but when they entered, he could tell that some effort had been put into the interior of the building. A recent remodel was evident by the sterile smell, accompanied by the lemony scent of wood polish.  He looked around, curiously.
     “It’s not much, but we get some good touring pieces from time to time.  Come on.”  She grabbed his hand, pulling him to the spiral staircase.  “I want to show you something specific.”
     His hand engulfed her dainty one as she tugged him along.  He watched her face set in determination as she walked at a quick clip to wherever it was she was leading him.  Something inside him stirred to life at that moment, and he could feel her resolve as it seeped into him through her clasped hand.  Interesting.
     When she got to a large three paneled painting, she stopped and dropped his hand, exhaling a loud breath as she did so.  “Here.  Isn’t it breath-taking?”
     Her face radiated with a yearning he couldn’t comprehend.  When he looked at the painting she had maneuvered them in front of, he had to steel himself to keep from reacting to the familiar image.  It was him.
What had drawn her to this particular image?  Did she see the resemblance?  He realized she knew he was different, but he wasn’t sure if the time was right to tell her everything.  This certainly wasn’t the place.  But he needed to tell her soon.
     She rubbed her arms, as if struck by a sudden chill, and Gabe moved behind her to help.  As his hands stroked the bumps forming on her arms, he was glad she couldn’t see his face.  He’d lost the ability to hide emotions, since he didn’t used to have emotions.  He hadn’t seen this painting in centuries, and was surprised to find it here, with Hope.  He remembered Titian, and when he’d painted it, his genuflections, the master’s praises for the muse.  Not that Gabe had done anything really.  He hadn’t even told him who he really was.  Apparently though, after seeing this particular piece, Titian had known at some level what his real identity was.
     “What do you like about it?”  He asked quietly in her ear.
     “I’m not really sure, but I’ve been sort of drawn to it since it’s been here, especially the Gabriel part.”  She gestured toward the top left corner, his portrait.  “It sort of looks like you, don’t you think?”
     He made a noncommittal sound in his throat, wishing he hadn’t moved behind her so he could see Hope’s face now.  Would she look at him the way he looked in the painting?
     “The emotion on Gabriel’s face is so…I don’t know…It’s wrenching, don’t you think?  It just amazes me how something like that can be captured with a paintbrush and some pigments.”
     “It is quite extraordinary,” Gabe agreed, still looking at the painting. She said she was drawn to it.  Gabe wondered if that meant anything.  “When did you first see it?”
     “Oh, about two months ago.  They usually do ten-week visits with the touring pieces, so this one’s about to move on.  I wanted to show you before it was gone.”
     Before his arrival.  “And you were drawn to it then?”  She nodded, and he couldn’t take anymore of only seeing the top of her head.  He moved back alongside her.  The look on her face was rapturous, no other word described it.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open as she gazed at the painting.  The beauty she exuded reminded him of some other of Titian’s Renaissance muses.  
     He wanted to kiss her.
     Before he could act on the impulse, he noticed a toddler behind Hope, near the spiral staircase.  It was a little boy, struggling to get out of his mother’s white-knuckled grip.  The mother was chatting with a friend, absently tugging the boy back to her.  He could see the little boy’s tiny had slipping free, but the mother seemed unaware.  If he slipped free, the momentum of the tot’s leaning would send him tumbling down two flights of stairs.  
     And then it happened.
     The mother’s fingers snapped together as the little boy wiggled his hand out.  The furrowed brows of concentration on his face gave way to surprise as he found the ground no longer under his feet.  Gabe stopped time and walked through the sea of frozen people to catch the tot, setting him back on his feet and clasping his hand back in his mother’s, before turning to go back to Hope.
     She was standing there watching him, mouth agape.
     “What in the world is going on?”  
     Gabe looked around, at the people frozen mid-step, mouths open mid-conversation, cameras held mid-click, and realized that Hope alone was unfrozen.
     “Um…”  This had never happened before.  He’d never been visible to anyone when he did this, and he felt as if he were caught red-handed.  Chagrined, he shrugged, “I was helping?”
     “I can see that, Gabe.  But what are you doing to these people?” She waved her hand around the room.  
     “It’s complicated.”  He wanted to tell her, but still wasn’t sure the timing was right.  In fact, he’d never been so unsure of anything in his long, long life.
     “What are you?”  She asked in a hushed whisper.

If you are interested in reading the first two book in the series, they are Falling for Heaven and Falling for Grace, and you can find links to them on the My Books tab on this website.  They are steamy paranormal romances about Christian icons, as I write my way through issues with myself concerning my own desires to be a God-fearing Christian woman with a completely dirty mind.  These books are a way for me to reconcile that, so if you can bear with me, I think they're good.  Falling for Hope is at the editor currently, so the excerpt may contain errors, but they will be fixed soon.

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