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I’m guest blogging at Coffee and Porn. Stop by to read about my delicious fantasies versus harsh reality and to catch a snippet from my new Razor’s Edge piece FANTASY VS. REALITY coming out tomorrow. 😀

http://cupoporn.net/2013/01/16/wednesday-whine-and-wine-with-zenobia-renquist/

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Guest Post: Dragon*Con Day 3

Another Dragon*Con installment from Stephanie Burke. Sorry for the delay. I got caught up in edits. My comments are interspersed throughout in red.

Tales of Dragon*Con… Day 3
Saturday

Dragon Con Tales, Dragon Con Tales! Lets all hear some dragon Con tales el el el ellllllllssss! Trilling that time! LOL

Sorry for the delay. Real life and all its issues! Now where was I?

Oh! Ever get stepped on my a 300 pound man? Well I have. But later for that!

Dawn cracked and it couldn’t do it quietly. It woke me up at an enchanting 5AM this time. Grumble. So I commented on Facebook, answered a few emails, and did my best to remain quiet and not wake TACKA Liz and Renee.

But when five thirty came round, I quietly crept out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, makeup box in tow.

Yes, it was Saturday, Avatar day, and this time I was going it alone.

Well, going in costume alone. TACKA Liz was like “HELL NO!” and Renee was “I’ll put on ears” and wear black, black, or black? She went cleverly disguised as D. Renee Bagby! LOL

But my first choice of costume never came to fruition, I was going as the Borg Queen but didn’t have enough time to make my costume. Dragon*Con was our 3rd con in less than 4 weeks and I was surprised I was still sane let alone ready to go in full body paint.

That’s right people, full body paint.

But first I had to dress in what costume there was. There was the bucket bra… Hmm, this thing was fitting a bit odd.

One thing about being one of James Cameron’s Na’Vi is that they are incredibly tall, skinny, and flat chested, kind of like me if you leave out the incredibly tall. But suddenly the flat-chested aspects were giving me issues. Somehow, I had more cleavage than when the last time I put on the blasted thing.

Let me explain. A bucket bra is a bra of my own creation. Instead of metal to make the cups, I cut pieces of a rounded bucket to shape and then smoothed the ends with heat. Straps are added, in this case blue ribbon for the neck strap and connection between cups, and jack chain for the back. They can be coated, colored, or in this case, painted to resemble anything. I painted over the cups and would paint them several shades of blue again to match the body paint, giving the illusion of nudity. Only this time the nudity had a bit more pop going for it.

I marveled at this, I lost my D cups when I got preggers and nursed the kids, something about not being able to hold onto body fat, but I have been stuck between a B and C cup since. And this was full on C.

And then I somehow lost my original leggings. WAAA! I swear I packed them first! But they were not to be found. So a true artist or costumer doesn’t complain, they improvise. So my black tub top became a nifty skirt! LOL

Around that time Renee poked her head up, squinted at me, and said, “You are not blue.” Then went back to sleep. Not enough excitement with me mumbling curses and hissing my anger at missing costume props.

(Funny I don’t think I remember saying that. Or maybe I do and it’s a bit hazy. Eh well. I probably did. That sounds like the random thing I would say when I’m half sleep.)

So I puttered back to the bathroom and began blue-ifacation.

Face was easy. Using a French technique called tromp-r’oiel, latterly fool the eye, I painted my face giving it the distinctive cat like nose and wide forehead. Took about three different shades of blue, white, and silver. And then I went from there adding, shading, layering, thickness and depth, and stippling, and structure until I had the face I wanted. Not to mention I started with my yellow cat’s eye contacts. So I was not looking like myself at all when I started the body work. Loss of leggings meant that I would be using more paint that I thought.

I was going over my chest and body with basic blue when Renee popped up. She blinked and I thrust a paintbrush at her. She didn’t bat an eyelash. I think she is used to me by now! LOL She grabbed the wide brush the paint pallet and went to work.

True friendship is when you have a friend who is willing to paint your ass blue without complaint! LOL She saw the differences in the body paint that I used, really pro stuff, when I got total tattoo coverage on one pass. So we quietly joked and painted until TACKA Liz woke up and reminded us of the time. I had some work to go, some striping on the body too. So…we thrust a brush upon TACKA Liz. Hey, she is an artist! So all three of us were painting me and apparently the bathroom, blue. Then there was Renee Revenge as she sprayed me with fixer. It was cold as hell and made up for all the times I sprayed her with cold glitter and laughed. Revenge indeed is best served cold. Stupid Fixer! LOL

Then I grabbed the ears I made for Dev and not my own! ARGH. Worked on that, added tail, costume accessories, wig, jewelry and soon at least I thought, I resembled something from the James Cameron’s masterpiece.

But we were soon parade ready and TACKA Liz was going to shower and meet us at the parade after a stop at Starbucks. I love that woman!!!

So we made our way to the parade, got good standing position, and shocked the hell out of a lot of mundanes who were standing by and wanted photos. It was also where the stupidity and shoving began. I mean if there is a two inch gap why are you going to try and force your 40 inch body through it?! I had words with one or two people, glad that the fixer worked. Otherwise there would have been a lot of plye stained people shoving by.

Then the parade stared, heralded by the tiniest elderly woman blowing the hell out of a huge bag pipe! Kudo’s to that woman! She carried the tone of the whole parade.

I won’t get into it all here, you can look it up on youtube, but the steampunk X-men were awesome, as were the he men from 300, and the Netherworld people, and the parade of Ghost Busters (Including the Decetpicon ones) and the Klingon Storm Trouper, and…. I could go on and on. Renee says it was not as grand as last years, but we learned about a cut off and not everyone knowing about parade sign up and a lot of stuff. Too bad because this was their 25th anniversary. But it was a hoot and TACKA Liz caught up with us. I got a couple sips of tea before the photos started, and then it was not as bad as I thought.

We made our way inside and then it was stare in awe at the people! The steampunk Professor X in his steampunk wheelchair was outstanding!

(Seems he’s there every year. If you’ve got a great costume, why change it, right? The guy who plays He-Man does the same thing.)

But we found seats, found food, much to the amusement of the staff of Café Momo, the by-the-pound place, and consumed massive amounts with people sneaking pictures. A few rude ones asked if they could get pictures while I was eating, and because there were kids involved I said yes, until Renee became my handler and shooed people away.

We lost Liz to the panels and Renee and I hunted down her brothers at the Hero Movie panel. It was sweet! I dated myself by bringing up one of my favorite feel good cheese fest of a hero movie, Flash Gordon! LOL

And then someone pulled the fire alarm. Great. And there was the announcements that the fire alarm had been pulled.  And then the stand by message because the fire alarm had been pulled. And then another fire alarm. And then another message about it being pulled. And the apology because it had been pulled but we were not going to burn or anything cause it was a false alarm. And then the apology about interrupting us because it was a false alarm. Sheesh!  And I am not exaggerating!

(She’s not. It was so bad, the panelists started joking the interruption apology for interrupting to announce that the fire alarm was a false alarm and they were sorry about that.)

I got both the twins this time! WOOT! I got the twin effect and realized that they both looked like their daddy!  But they were big brothering it up until Marcus had to take his two adorable boys home. He would be back. So we got muscular Mike as a bodyguard and we were off.

Oh wait! I forgot the 300 pound man! This asshole stepped on my foot, my flip flop shod foot, and pressed down harder as if he wanted to crush what was underfoot, my foot! And I was squealing and screaming, and pushing at him, and he was getting an attitude and grousing and stepping harder. I swear it happened so fast that I fell backwards! Renee caught me and prevented me from fully falling and breaking my foot, but I had to shove the dude off. And then he was all, “Why you pushing me?” And in harmony Renee and I and some woman behind us screamed, “You are standing on my (her) foot!”

Then he was like, “you didn’t have to push me!”

So Renee was winching, I was limping and trying to keep my eyes from watering down my paint job when some woman wondered over and said, “That looked so painful. Can I take a picture?”

Yeah, such concern! LOL So I pulled it together for her to take a photo, I suspect she was the second voice screaming at the idiot, and then we found the Hero’s panels and my new adopted brothers.

But trust me no one pulled that with Mike around! LOL He is built like a pit bull, all arms and upper body! Yeah Military! LOL He big-brothered us as we roamed the dealers room, the art rooms, the weapons’ armory, and outside the art auction where we ran into a huge bunch of Sky people! Okay, they were the space Marines from Alien, but close enough. One of the guys was dressed like the mad sergeant for Avatar the previous day, still in the red hat, but not with the facial scars. He still looked like the dude! And of course that meant a James Cameron creation photo shoot! LOL

We wandered further and Renee found some Aliens just as people asked for a photo. I heard Renee shout something but I was hugging some dude when he moved back and the crowd of people grew. That was odd. It was only me…until I felt the cold press of a body behind mine. I turned around and HOLY SHIT! LOL THERE WAS THE ALIEN! ROTFLMAO Renee called in the Aliens from the movie, Alien on me! LOL He was looming over me and it was a photo fest! Soon we were joined by another Alien and then it was photo ops with James Cameron’s aliens. LOL They were movie quality! Then people wanted in the photos with us and hundreds of pictures got taken before the Alien’s handlers came for them. They told us to stick around for the show.

I am so glad we did. We got face hugger action which became chest burster action, and a full scale surprise Alien attack that took out many of the Marines! It was awesome! And it was the only show of the day. I guess gushing blood and viscera was a bit too much to clean up twice in one day!

So we headed back to the dealers room and then roamed a bit until it was time for my panel, How to Choose a Publisher.

Mariane LaCroix and Sascha Illyvich, and Karen were all in attendance, along with some man I had never heard of before but will be referred to for the moment as The Asshole.

The Asshole wanted to talk over everyone else and say how great self-publishing was. Self Publishing…for a group of people who didn’t know what the job of an editor was, let alone anything about book covers and promotions.

And he went on and on, overriding anything that the rest of us Small Press and New York authors had to say. Again and again he was calling publishing houses evil and the like…

Until I finally snapped. I will not lie. I should not have done it, but the evil imbued unto me by my many publishing houses made me! Cackle! It was a no holds verbal brawl! I did everything but call him an ignorant ass who was no greater than Publish America!

Self-publishing is great, if you understand what you are getting into and can find the editors, book covers, line editors and the like that you need. He was just pushing his own company. I stopped him dead! And then when he shut up for the moment, “How dare that blue painted woman say anything against me,” the other panelists got their points in too. The poor moderator! LOL But then he changed his tune and said that maybe you should try small press to begin with to get an understanding of the business. Yeah right, Asshole. He just got showed up. And he had the nerve to shake my hand afterwards, saying something condescending like he enjoyed my passion. I wanted to passion his ass and not in the good way!

I apologized to the other panelists and they thought it was amusing.

And Renee, yeah. She was giving me the NO NO NO NO!!!! Headshakes from the audience! LOL She was also giving me the look of calm the fuck down. And finally when he opened his moth one too many times, the go for it, look! LOL It was almost like the panel she was on in Balticon with the Assholes counterpart. Shudder. I thought she was going to smack him! LOL She understood.

Then it was off for food, to calm the nerves, and more people watching. Oh I loved the people watching! Even the crew from NCIS showed up! LOL

After a few hours of this and missing everyone we were supposed to be hooking up with, we made our way back to the hotel to remove the blue and get some jacuzzi time.

But… Our key would not let us in the room. “Where you going? To the Holiday Inn!” remember that song? Ha! It’s full of crap! We got our key recharged, and Renee discovered that the remote was corroded. Yeah. I showered the blue off, the pro stuff comes off really easy with water even with a fixer on, and then it was spa time!!!

Of course they fixed it. The spa the first day was a bit cool. Today it was like making soup. It was too hot for me and that was saying something!

We talked until some people joined us and Renee and I stopped some kid from leaping into the spa and removing his chance of ever having kids of his own.

It kind of irked me cause the mother was letting this little boy run wild! First into the too cold swimming pool and then splashing everyone like mad, and then running around the deck and almost breaking his fool neck. He got the tinniest of admonishments that didn’t do anything.

And then TACKA Liz showed up! Yeah! She ran to the room and her key didn’t work. She had to get her key recharged and then she joined us pool side

Soon the people left, taking their spawn with then, Liz had to correct the brat too, and it was only us. And then it was time to go.

But as we were leaving, some huge dude bumbled over and was slobbering all over TACKA Liz! He was all but shoving us out the door and drooling over our resident artist. Cackle! “I don’t mean to dis your friends,” he said after giving us the cut direct. Yes you did, man! LOL So Renee and I made an obvious exit stage right, and went back to the room…to discover our key’s didn’t work.

Back downstairs again, three new keys, clam up, a wine cooler, and then sleep. Sounded like a plan only we missed the beginning of True Blood! WAAA! TACKA Liz came back and told us that she got invited to a party… and oh yeah, her ugly friends could come too! ROTFLMAO

(I went to that front desk like four times in less than an hour. First the keys didn’t work, and then I had to call down about the remote not working, and then the pool had no towels, and then the keys didn’t work again. Totally did NOT enjoy my stay in that hotel and will never, ever stay there again.)

We talked and yapped until It was sleepy time.

Tomorrow was day four, my last panel day, and time for more fun at the con and we answer intriguing questions like,

Does Renee’s brother know what Hentai is? Will he like it?

How many people can you squeeze into a con room and still maintain oxygen levels that you depend on for life?

What the hell is that and why is it hanging on the art show auction wall?

Are there versions of My Little Pony that I can stomach?

Will Renee and Flash ever get to go to a party with TACKA Liz and the cool kids?

Turn up for the next installment and find out!


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Stephanie Burke
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Guest Post: Altered Doesn’t Mean Bad…

Altered Doesn’t Mean Bad – It Just Means Different
by Lynda K. Scott

Good morning all!

Wookie, my alien kitten, and I are delighted to be visiting you today. It’s been a very interesting time for us since I decided to self-publish my novel, Altered Destiny…which has had a very altered destiny indeed.

The novel was originally published a few years ago by a publisher who went belly up two weeks after they published it. I didn’t know what to do with it once I got my rights back because many publishers don’t want to deal with a book that has already been published.

Just about the same time the publisher went belly up, Wookie came along. I first saw her when she was about three weeks old. Actually, I heard her before I saw her. One of the men who worked with me carried this tiny kitten into the office and the poor baby was crying its little head off. He’d apparently found it in the grass outside the building and rescued it from being run over by the big lawn equipment. He intended to call Animal Control but what would they do with a kitten so young its eyes were barely open and its ears were still folded. The baby’s teeth were bare lumps. It would need bottle feeding every few hours. I knew they wouldn’t be able to do it.

So I took her home. Then to the vet who pronounced her healthy and listed all the things I’d need to do to keep her that way. I enlisted my daughter’s help while we attempted to find a Kitten Rescue Shelter to take the baby in. Luckily for me, all the shelters were full.

So the alien kitten adopted me and my home as her own. Her destiny was altered from a short, dangerous feral life to a life of comfort as my alien kitten, aka muse, writing partner and evil overlord 😉 Oh, and contest judge as you’ll see later on.

One day, when I was lamenting about Altered Destiny, Wookie pointed out that altered doesn’t mean bad. It just means different. She reminded me that this book had garnered a lot of contest awards before it was published and that meant that a lot of people had to have liked it. So we kicked around the idea of publishing Altered Destiny ourselves. The book was ready to be published but it needed a cover.

Wookie thought a picture of her would make a good cover. But I pointed out that even though she’s a beautiful alien kitten, there weren’t any alien kittens in the story. Besides I wanted something to reflect the handsome hero and the fact the book is a paranormal. So I consulted my web designer, Rae Monet, whose talent is utterly amazing. She came up with a cover that simply rocked me it was so good. (And it was hugely better than the original cover which had some poor berserk looking fellow swinging a sword). All I needed now was to figure out how to get the formatting done so it would work on the Amazon Kindle and the Barnes & Noble Nook.

That was a little tricky but I’ve worked with computers and software for years. None of them have beaten me yet. This wasn’t going to be the first time. When I finally got the formatting mastered, I submitted it to both Amazon and B&N. Then I also put it up on Smashwords so it would be available in more formats.

Wookie thought that was brilliant because she expects more Greenies. But she’s kind of partial and not above flattery when her favorite treats are involved so you have to take her opinion at face value most of the time. This time, however, she might be right. When I see Altered Destiny on either of the websites, it just makes me realize that nothing, nothing, can’t be changed. We just have to be open enough to possibilities to recognize an opportunity when we see one.

Wookie did that when she came to live with me and we’re both happier for it.

Altered Destiny Excerpt

The woman trembled, eyes wide as she stared at the bluff. Her teeth pressed against her lower lip hard enough he wouldn’t have been surprised to see blood. Devyn recognized the building hysteria. His chest tightened; he’d seen like expressions all too often and it opened a raw, bleeding hurt in his chest.
Whoever she was, whatever she was doing here on this lonely stretch of beach, he couldn’t ignore her distress. But…he had to stay in character, had to be the frivolous, incompetent Bard. He could not let her suspect he was the outlaw Reiver Lord.
Placing his fingertips on her elbow, he expected her to collapse into tears, into his arms. Most women would. This lass drew a deep breath and jerked away from the light contact. She settled a fierce, midnight-blue gaze on him. “What’s going on?”
A feeling, half-familiarity, half-lust, swept over him. Her hair, short and curly, gleamed with dark fire among its mahogany strands. He knew her. He’d never seen her before but, somehow, he knew her. He knew the tiny scar under her left eyebrow. He knew those full, sensuous lips, that determined set to her jaw. Aye, he knew her. He just didn’t know how he knew her. “I dinna ken, lass. Whyn’t tell me what you ken is going on?”
Planting her small fists on her hips, she surveyed the beach again. Her jacket gaped to reveal a striking red shirt that served her fair complexion well. She said, “I don’t know.”
Her voice was pure silk even edged with the frustration and anger she so clearly felt. He wanted suddenly to hear it while she was in the throes of passion, to hear it breathe words of desire into his ear. To stop that train of thought, he inhaled sharply. That was a mistake. Her scent, jasmine mixed with morning rain, teased his senses. The heat of her body touched his, made him want to gather her into his arms, and it stoked an uncomfortable heat in his roger. He took a step backward, away from the intoxicating smell, the drugging heat of her and fought wildly for his bard persona. “Well then. Shall I take ya hame?”
Hame?”
“You ken. Where you and your family live?”
She wasn’t a fabled Amazon but there was strength in her body that reminded him of the warrior-queen, Boudicea, who had fought and lost to the Romans so many centuries ago. She leveled a frown at him. “You’re trying to be funny, aren’t you?”
“You must admit, ‘tis unusual to find a woman alone in the midst of nae where.” He spent a moment adjusting his jacket and shirtsleeves. There was only one explanation for why she was here and alone. Casually, he asked, “Have you, by chance, run away from the Bounty?”
Her frown grew. “The Bounty?”
“Aye.” Helpfully, he added, “The Bride Bounty?”
“What are you talking about? A ship?” She shook her head, clearly puzzled, and then rubbed her temples. “Oh, never mind,” she murmured. Her head came up, the strong jaw firmed. “I must have wandered farther down the beach than I realized last night. That’s all. One bit of rocky sand looks like another.”
In a flash, she was off, striding northward. Devyn spent a moment admiring the sweet shape of her arse in those scandalous trousers before he hastened to catch up with her. “Lass? Lass, a moment please.”
“No.” She stopped abruptly. Devyn pulled up short to keep from running over her again. “No, this is the right spot. It was up there. The sea stairs were right by that boulder.”
She seemed to be talking to herself, not him which was just as well since he had no idea what she was talking about. One thing he knew, there was not and never had been a cottage here. “Lass, surely you’re mistaken–”
Without a word, she launched herself at the bluff. Devyn knew this spot was unscalable–he’d been here often as a child and tried it himself. The strange lass was going to kill herself or, at the very least, break a bone. He positioned himself beneath her as she made it a short distance up. The inevitable happened. She lost her grip. As she slid down the rough, rocky slope, he caught her. She sobbed once, a wretched twist of sound that called to his own buried grief. A tear tracked down her cheek as he settled her feet on the ground. His throat constricted as he remembered all those he had lost over the years and his hands shook as he examined her for injury. “Are ya hurt, lass?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her close, folding her into his arms like a treasure he’d always coveted. She fit him, neither too tall, nor too small, with her head nestled under his chin. Her scent filled his lungs again, bringing to mind sweet summer mornings filled with promise, with joyful laughter. The sense of familiarity struck anew. His arms tightened, held her protectively. Possessively.
That thought frightened him but he couldn’t force himself to release her. In neither of his roles as the Bard or the Reiver Lord could he possibly claim a woman as his own. The Reiver was an outlaw, a mythic figure used to set free the lassies taken as Bride Bounty. The Bard was a spy hiding behind a false façade of joviality and incompetence. Worse, the Bard was Cuini’s whore and that fact alone made him…unclean.

Altered Destiny is available for purchase at…
– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00579FKFO
– Barnes & Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Altered-Destiny/Lynda-K-Scott/e/2940012882417
– Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/79552

Heartstone first chapter is available online at…
D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters.

Heartstone is available for purchase at…
– Mundania Press http://www.mundania.com/book.php?title=Heartstone

Note: Use MP10 for a 10% Mundania Press discount at checkout (only good on Mundania site)

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Heartstone-Lynda-K-Scott/dp/1606592335/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1307896585&sr=8-1
– Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/heartstone-lynda-k-scott/1024283642?ean=9781606592335&itm=9&usri=heartstone

About Lynda
In her family of Kentucky ‘ridge runners’, oral tales were a tradition that even the children participated in. She spent many nights with her brother, cousins and friends telling tall tales to excite the imagination. Now she creates award winning science fantasy romance filled with despair, hope, love and courage.

Contact
– Website: http://www.lyndakscott.com
– Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lynda.k.scott
– MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/lyndakscott
– Twitter: http://twitter.com/LyndaKScott
– Blog 1: http://www.lyndakscott.blogspot.com
– Blog 2: http://www.star-crossedromance.blogspot.com
– Email: Lynda@LyndaKScott.com

One Last Thing
If you leave your email addy with your comment, I’ll put your name in the prize box and on Friday, Sept 16, I’ll have Wookie, my alien kitten, select one person to win a FREE e-copy of Altered Destiny from Smashwords.

Note: See contest small print below for rules.

Another Last Thing
Thanks for having me here. I hope you’ve all enjoyed hearing about Wookie’s ‘altered destiny’. She always enjoys being the center of attention 😉

Contest Small Print:
– Entering the contest constitutes agreement to all rules stated in this post.
– Rules are subject to change without notification or reason given.

– “The Multiverse’s Archival Chambers” owned D. Renee Bagby / Zenobia Renquist is the HOST of this post and contest ONLY and has no say or bearing on contest winner or prize dispersal. All contest queries should be addressed to Lynda K. Scott.
– Winner announced is final.
– Void where prohibited. No purchase necessary. Must be 18 or older to win.

– Chances of winning vary widely based on how many people enter.
– No prize substitutions or exchanges.
– Only comments that include email address count as valid.
– Only comments on the BLOG will count toward the contest. Comments made on FB or any other location that is not this blog will NOT count.
– Only one comment per individual will count towards the contest.
– Winner will be announced on the blog at the end of the contest.

Guest Post: Dragon*Con Day 2

Here’s another Dragon*Con installment from Stephanie Burke. This time I interjected some comments in red where she and I diverged. 😛

Tales of Dragon*Con… Day 2
Friday

Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales! Lets all have some Draaagon Talllllesssssss!!!

Whew! It takes practice holding a note that long! LOL

The rising sun was gently illuminating the tall curtained windows, the sound of the air-conditioning was buzzing gently, the perfect white noise. And I—I…

My ass had been awake for hours! OUCH! I mean with the money we were shelling out for this room, the beds could have been more comfortable! WAAAA!!!!

(The beds could have been bigger too. Flash doesn’t take up that much room, but standard-sized beds suck.)

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn! If your girl starts acting up, then you take your friend…if you really want to piss both of them off and never get laid by either of them again! ROTFLMAO

Either way, I had been up since 4 in the AM, giving me roughly four hours of sleep. And I had a 10 in the AM panel. Sniffle.

So I crept out of bed, my bedmate (Renee is not as cuddly as Den) not even stirring, and The Artist Currently Known as Liz, snoring happily on the other bed. With one last look at their serene sleeping faces… and resisting the urge to smack the crap out of both of them, (Well Rested Hooches) I began to make myself ready for the day.

(Well rested my ass. I was friggin’ exhausted and missing all of my pillows. Flash is not cuddly in the least. I kept worrying that I would knock her off the bed or something. Stupid standard-sized beds. *grumble grumble*)

Hot shower, check. Several minuets scrubbing my teeth, tongue, and upper palate, check. Belly dancing bra and Turkish pants…. Yes! I pulled out my old belly dancing outfit from when I could Move my Body like a snake, mama! LOL

Ha! Those were the days! LOL I could slither with the best of them. In fact, I got Den’s attention by rolling a quarter up and down my stomach at a party. But that is a different tale. That was 1001 nights, this is Dragon Tales.

But despite that fact that I need WD-40 to do a proper chest drop again, I went and put the set anyway. I like the way the bra jingles! LOL Oh yes! Cleavage! It’s an awesome thing! I remember it well.

So I step out and see that everyone was awake, not exactly wide eyes and bushy tailed, but something about a step above Zombie. So much for trying to be quiet. So we do what any enterprising writer and artist near zombie combo’s do to start a new day at a con that had never been experienced yet. We talked food and sex and Weird Al! Yeah, Food and Al! Glorious food. Funny Al! Life was good.

So I check my schedule again, In between choruses of Your Pitiful and discovered that my 10 AM panel is actually 10 PM. DAMN DYSLEXIA! ARGH!!!

But then Chris Stuppi called me. Oh yeah, Chris. Weapons dealer extraordinaire. Chris, Kilted Wonder! Chris, hang out and drinking buddy… Chris…who knew his way around Atlanta! Oh yeah! Breakkie with Chris. Our Kilted Savior!!!

So we pull together panel stuff, I was not humping up that hill and back again to this Holiday Inn, Swag, give always, aspirin, porn list (Don’t ask) and phone cord. We were ready… Well, I was ready. The Zombie Twins had to get ready and damn if they didn’t actually use the air conditioner! Really! I mean, 80 degrees is a nice temp for a room. Really.

(80 degrees. REALLY!?? Is she trying to kill me? It was too hot at 69 degrees. I kept waking up dehydrated, which contributed to me not being able to sleep. I think that thermostat was lying. I put my home thermostat at 74 degrees when I go to bed and nearly freeze to death. It was hot as hell in that room.)

So they pulled themselves together, I climbed form under the comforter and we were off!

First challenge, The Hill of Death! I mean really! Who wants to hump a San Fransisco-esque hill to get breakfast? Well, we did! LOL Food was at the top of that hill. It had been some hours since I had eaten. Thus, the hill was the enemy and must be defeated!

So in the nice hot weather, we humped and stove, and sallied forth until we made it to the top! And what greeted us? Gold’s Gym. Fate was laughing at us! LOL

So we dove between some of the Green Lantern Corps, a few Steampunk X-Men, a crap load of anime characters, a flock of angry birds, and women in high heels (Boy were they going to regret that), and made our way to the meeting spot.

And there was Chris, yeah Chris in all his kilted glory! Introductions were given and then we ran for the food! All you can eat Breakfast? No Breakfast by the pound! Fine with us! We loaded up and set out. Of course our sheer determination and intimidation factor allowed us to get a table fast! Okay, so we lucked out, but we got the table and breakfast so NAH! LOL

We talked and ate until it was time for TACKA Liz to make a panel.

Renee and I hunted down her brother, survived a few people who wanted photos of the bald blonde chick in the belly dancing outfit, and staring at a few awesome costumes.

We met up with TACKA Liz at the Horror Icons Panel and squeed to see Tony Todd (Candyman), Robert Englund (Freddy), and Lance Henriksen (Bishop from Alien). Oh It was so Great! Some people asked some dumb questions.. and one chick even propositioned the happily married Robert Englund! Really? She said that Freddy was a sexual being and asked him for a drink. The silence that fell was very amusing! Tony Todd is directing now, there was the prerequisite “Will you marry me?” by some dude to his girl, and general laughter. It was a great panel.

Then we were off! TACKA Liz to some art panels and Renee and I to roam with her brother.

Yes, Renee as Twin Brothers! We met Marcus first, tall and lanky military dude (he’s not military. That’s my other brother, Marcellus. Sometimes known as Mike or Cellas. Marcus wanted to go do some other panels so we split off from him so Flash and I could find some place to rest). So we sat outside of the Venture Bother’s panel killing time for him to arrive and guess who we ran into? Stella Price! And she was on her second outfit change of the day! LOL We yapped for a few moments and talked about the panel that we both would be on later that night. I should have known a panel called Talk Sex would not be in the AM. Sigh.

So when the panel line moved on, we sat and watched a well hung… he was carrying a mallet, Kratos! Awesome body pain and what a body for the canvas! LOL

So we eventually moved on and ran into MARCUS!! (He had just come from the Lego Universe panel. He had to go so he could make a full report to his sons when he got home.)

He was cool and sweet and the all around big brother. We hit the dealer’s room and looked around yapping and probably scaring him with our conversations. Renee’s brother has an innocence about him, an innocence that Renee tries to corrupt as much as possible, like a good little sister.

We sat in the balcony of the Pulse Bar and people watched. It was great! I wish I had a camera! Especially when Mardoc and Godzilla started fighting. LOL We played identify the costume and the hero for a bit and Marcus is a font of super hero knowledge. And then he ran away, probably didn’t want the little sisters, Yes I forced an adoption. So he ran away and Renee were waiting for Sascha and Liz to show up.

Sascha Illyvich was moderating the Talk Sex panel and was playing run around with all the things they wanted him to do. He could not go and eat with us, but we shooed him away with hugs all around and hit the food court.

Let me explain the food court. Food from Japanese Soba Noodles to Eastern Falafel all offered at reasonable prices! HEAVEN!

Using stealth and skill, okay we lucked out again, we found a table and were soon grubbing back. OMG, was I getting filled! (Be amazed. She actually ate food and lots of it every time we went to eat.) This food was cheap and good and… I like to eat! LOL And you can get full on the free samples alone!

We ate again and then people watched more. People watching is more than half of the fun.

Then we hit the artist room, Oh Holy FUCK! DAVID MACK autographed a book for me and gave it over for free. He was at Comic con in Baltimore a few years ago and I couldn’t claw my way thought he crowded to get him to autograph my stuff. I explained that I missed him before he handed over the goods and one for Renee as well. Quiet Fan Girl moment. Ah yes! Kabuki was my first cosplay. The man is an art god!

Ah! It was so much fun. Then we ran around to the art auction and found Julie Bell and Boris Vallejo. I gushed again and told them how much I appreciated what they had done for women in Sci-fi, for making us as strong as the men and able to defend ourselves! They bring out the beauty in strength. And they thanked me!!! Heat pounds! It was a moment I will never forget!

Soon after Renee and TACKA Liz broke off from me and I made my way to my panel. People were sitting on the floor! I had some great panelists too! Marianne LaCroix, Stella Price, Suzanne Sizemore…. There were so many great writers there! WOOT!

(I went to the Broad Universe Rapid Fire Reading. This is when several authors — known as broads — from the Broad Universe online community — a group celebrating women in the sci-fi/fantasy genre — all read excerpts from their works. It was a fun time. Everyone seemed to like my excerpt from ERIS. They laughed at the funny part so I was happy. After chit-chatting with some of the broads, I headed back to the hotel room convinced I would be the last one coming back since it was near midnight.)

So we talked and we joked, and we embarrassed the hell out of Sascha! LOL People were really interested in wring erotica and it was no holds barred! Some of the things those freaky people came up with! And I was talking about the panelists! LOL Of course we ran over time and was showed out of the room, But it was great fun and a test to see if we could out each other with sex, stories, and jokes. And I promo spammed all of my friends and their works as well as my publishing houses! LOL

After the panel I hugged a lot of people, met with fans, and gave away swag and got my head pumped up before real life popped it with a pin. Sigh. Stupid reality! LOL

Then I made my way back to the room…by walking out the wring door and having to walk around the Marriott. GROAN! Oh that was fun, especially when the strange men in cars began to follow me.

I was saved by a marching techno Rave which just happened to be dancing by. I joined and then ditched the odd males and made my way back to the Holiday Inn.

Along the way I ran into TACKA Liz and her friends and we spoke for a bit before making our way back to the hotel.

Sigh. Renee beat us both there! LOL So much for being a party hound! I changed and climbed into bed and in a few moments was dead to the world. It was sad, but I guess this is what lack of sleep would get me.

But I had to be rested. Tomorrow was not only the parade, but it was Avatar day! Time to pain myself in blue paint and ‘See’ people! LOL Friday was an easy calm day, something perfect for my old bones. I couldn’t wait for the next day though. I wanted to see what the rest of the con would bring.


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Guest Post: Dragon*Con Day 1

This is a guest post by Stephanie Burke describing the first day of Dragon*Con. I was going to do it, but she already did, so why re-invent the wheel.

Tales of Dragon Con… Day 1!
Thursday

Dragon con Tales, Dragon Con Tales! Lets all have some Dragon Con talllleeeessss!!!!! *g*

Thursday Morning… the beginning

It was a dark and chilly night. The kids were all nestled in their beds… threatening to give beating and withhold food works really well on the High school Teenager. Who would have thunk it? LOL

But I was getting ready… ready for Dragon Con

It had been a particularly difficult week, Truck needed an alignment and tires and I needed sleep and cash. Trust me, you don’t make a lot working for tips in a strip club unless you are taking your clothing off.

I refuse to do that. I am a Bathroom attendant and make-up artist. Along with my Partner in crime, D Renee Bagby, we ensure that the dancers are sanitized and beautiful. Lets face it, when the customer makes it rain on them, they make it rain on us.

But unfortunately the problem is rain. That stupid hurricane to be exact. She made it rain and the guys decided on internet porn, I guess. They were not coming out like the horny little bastards they generally are. So our tips were low. So that meant I had shuffle bills to make ends meet, and they barely did.

And some of them are cheap bastards too! Remind me to tell you of the guy who invented Voice Mail and how that meeting went. I am suitably unimpressed, believe you-me! And what they did with that poor dog! OYE! LOL

So we worked nights almost up until it was time to leave, and then the rest day was given over to bleaching my hair again (I’m a platinum blonde once more thanks to the wonders of peroxide and bleach) and the Truck Shuffle. I was supposed to be driving.

Though a series of very much related events, new tires were procured for the White Beast of Road Travel (I love my Explorer), but Renee decided to use her car instead.

Which brings us to 4 in the am. The moon flowers were in full bloom, the sky was a velvety purple, my connect between sleep and awake had long since disappeared (three days 6 hours of sleep…it was not pretty. It was giggly.), And Renee showed up to play Tetris.

Ah, Tetris. It’s how you fit everything into her Yaris! LOL But I placed my thermos of Hot Tea in the cop holder and played with Renee for a few moments. Not like that you perves! Sigh! WE packed the car and then it was on to Dragoncon…by way of VA to pick up The Artist Currently Known as Liz.

We talked as be drove through the bruise colored night… well, we sang parodies, yapped, gossiped in the most kind way possible, and generally had the only kind of fun that two people who understand each other can have. I mean, I don’t care that her characters try to invade her bed at night and play with her cats, mess around with her I Pod and her hard drive, and make crank calls to Istanbul not Constantinople — and she don’t care that mine take over my brain for long periods of time so they can do the Macarena with my Medulla Oblongata while speaking in tongues and giving me the oddest plot lines. That’s how friendship works.

And it was still working when we pulled through (I shit you not) Powhite, VA to get to The Artist Currently Known as Liz in her own small burg. Yes people, Po White! Apparently the town lobbied to get the name officially recognized as Pow- Hite, said it was some Indian Word that had the local Powhatan Indians (Yes, from the Pocahontas stories) laughing their collective asses off at the idiots and probably looking at them like they were three year olds making up words.

You should see the imagery in my head. It’s…something else. Pardon me while I choke on my laughter!

Po-White aside, snicker, we arrived when it was still dark to pick up The Zombie temporarily Known as the Artist Currently Known as Liz.

And I thought I was not a morning person! LOL Liz  BRAINNNNNSSSSS-ed it out to the car with her luggage, a bottle of juice that she had to run back for, and a Daddy who was really nice and not put out at all by the bunch of lunatics taking his precious daughter away. In face, he gave us advice on the best way to get out of town… Hey Liz? Did your Daddy have a adult party with drinking, food, and dancing while we were gone? Damn! He probably had people waiting around to corner for the taillights to disappear. It would have been a perfect time to throw a We Survived the Hurricane and my Daughter is Gone combo celebration!  I bet we missed out on a great one, dag nab it!

Anywho… away we went, Renee, The Artist Currently Known as Liz, and I, off for merry adventure and costuming hijinx.

And that Joy lasted all of twenty minuets when Renee’s car started making a thumping sound like she had run over Swamp Thing and he was attached to her rear axle pounding for help or slowly being rolled into so much algae.

WE pulled in for a look-see at Cracker Barrel, (When you are on the road, CB is a necessity!!!) and decided to take it into a shop before we continued…after breakfast. IT is the most important meal of the day! And the stop would allow us time to watch Rush Hour pass us by.

Breakfast was perfect and we had fun joking the cleaning posters on the wall in the section we were sitting (I mean really! If a lighthouse is going to take the trouble to walk all the way to my house and lean inside my house to point out where the dirt is hiding and hand me a bucket o’ cleanser and sponge, then it can damn well help me clean!) and just having Renee, The Dragon Con Veteran of one year tell us all about it. And of course there was the sex, candy, food, and penis I would run screaming from conversations as well.

After a good and filling breekie, we made our way back to the car and Swamp Smoothie was still there. SO we limped the car into a Good Year. Good thing too, because we soon discovered what was wrong. And that was after scaring the locals with our book covers and tales of conventions past. Giggle.

The problem… the care that Renee just has serviced had one major problem. The service had not tightened the lugs that held the tire in place.  Yeah, we were driving on the highway on borrowed tire time.

Good thing we go that checked!

But after a round of good bye’s, those people in that shop loved us, we were on our way.

And we were driving, and driving, and driving, stop for Starbucks, and driving some more.

Then almost magically, we entered Atlanta… Okay, our butts were sore and there really was a dead skunk on the side of the raod somewhere.. but we were there.

And then The Artist Currently Known as Liz gave us GPS directions. Renee wanted to try them and not the paper ones I was holding and navigating with. So we proved that GPS is an evil monster that must have really wanted to fuck with T.A.C.K.A. Liz. We wound up in the Ghetto! And I mean The Ghetto! There were arrests,  pot holes, and, crack heads, and the Holiday Inn was a empty lot. But TACKA Liz was not about to be defeated by mere machinery… plus we all had to go potty. She forced the GPS into compliance and navigated using a combo of satellite technology and printed-paper to get us where we needed to be! Success!

WE pulled in, Checked in, and took turns unburdening our bladders. I for one don’t want another surgery any time soon in that area, shudder, so we took our time and everyone had a turn.

But first, we were misdirected to the wrong room, someone was already in there, then directed to a room where the keys worked but the door stuck, and we were on the smoking floor. Was supposed to be a couples thing, Renee and her baby boy, me with mine, but Real life. And Renee booked thinking that Den still smoked. He has been off his ciggies for almost 2 years, but Renee forgot. So we had a slightly fragrant room! LOL

But who cares! This is Dragon Con! Rooms are for collapsing after you went beyond all endurance!!!! WHOOO HAAAAA!!!!

So we collected our cash and walked past everyone in the pre registration line! LOL The extra 30 bucks in a convince fee! We didn’t have to stand in line for a few hours. Fifteen minuets and most of that was walking along the empty corded area to reach the lonely people taking cash! LOL

Then it was back to the hotel for Jacuzzi and a drink before the first day of the most funnest con in Georgia began!  YEAH!


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Maggie Finalist: Beguiled by Deeanne Gist & J. Mark Bertrand

2010 Maggies Single Title Finalist

Beguiled
by Deeanne Gist & J. Mark Bertrand

Publisher: Bethany House
ISBN: 978-0-7642-0628-3
Genre: Inspirational

In the shadows of Charleston, someone is watching her

Rylee Monroe, a dogwalker in Charleston’s wealthiest neighborhood, never feared the streets at night. But now a thief is terrorizing the area and worse, someone seems to be targeting her.

Reporter Logan Woods is covering the break-ins with the hope of publishing them as a true-crime book. The more he digs, the more he realizes this beguiling dogwalker seems to be at the center of everything.

As danger draws ever closer, Logan must choose: Chase the girl, the story, or plunge into the shadows after the villain who threatens everything?

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EXCERPT:

Mrs. Davidson stood at the threshold of the front door in a flowing silk caftan. “Maybe you shouldn’t go out there alone, not with these robberies going on. A young woman, all by herself–” She shivered. “I hate to think about what could happen.”
Rylee answered with a broad smile, ruffling the fur at Toro’s neck. “I’ll be all right. Toro here will watch out for me.”
Waving, Rylee skated into the night. The woman’s concern was touching, but even at night, Rylee knew the city, knew its hidden gardens, its alleyways and shortcuts.
Ducking under a low-hanging branch, she cut down a cobbled path, the mastiff surging forward. Now that she knew it had only been Logan and his photographer lurking in the shadows last night, her fears had mostly disappeared.
Then Toro stopped, bringing her up short.
A silhouette of a man at the other end of the alley ducked into the shadows. A streetlamp flickered, the swaying tree canopy baffling its light.
Her heart lurched. Part of her wanted to turn and run, but she had Toro by her side. And she wouldn’t let her fears drive her off the streets she loved. Still, she shook the leash to get Toro moving and made for the golden streetlamps of Meeting Street, away from the secluded gardens tucked into the side alley.
More shuffling over her shoulder. A footstep sliding over the cobbles. She imagined the shadow gaining on her, ghostly hands reaching out.
The thought seemed crazy. But this wasn’t her imagination. She’d seen the silhouette. She’d heard the movement, in spite of his effort to go unnoticed.
She and Toro reached Meeting Street and headed toward Broad, where even at this hour they were bound to encounter a stray tourist, some late-night partygoers, or even a couple out walking the dog.
She glanced behind, and there he was. Just the crescent of a head eclipsing the light of a streetlamp, too far away to make out any features. It could be anyone.
Then he was gone.

BIOS:
Deeanne Gist–known to her family, friends, and fans as Dee–has rocketed up the bestseller lists and captured readers everywhere with her very original, very fun historical & contemporary romances. Add to this three RITA nominations, two consecutive Christy Awards, rave reviews, and a growing loyal fan base, and you’ve got one recipe for success. She has a very active online community on her website at IWantHerBook.com and at Facebook.com/DeesCircle.

J. Mark Bertrand has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Houston. After one hurricane too many, he left Houston and relocated with his wife Laurie to the plains of South Dakota. For more information, visit www.jmarkbertrand.com

Maggie Finalist: Maid to Match by Deeanne Gist

2010 Maggies Inspirational Finalist

Maid to Match
by Deeanne Gist

Publisher: Bethany House
ISBN: 978-0-7642-0408-1

Falling in Love Could Cost Her Everything

From the day she arrives at the Biltmore, Tillie Reese is dazzled–by the riches of the Vanderbilts and by Mack Danvers, a mountain man turned footman. When Tillie is enlisted to help tame Mack’s rugged behavior by tutoring him in proper servant etiquette, the resulting sparks threaten Tillie’s efforts to be chosen as Edith Vanderbilt’s lady’s maid. After all, the one rule of the house is no romance below stairs.

But the stakes rise even higher when Mack and Tillie become entangled in a cover-up at the town orphanage. They could both lose their jobs, their aspirations …and their hearts.

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EXCERPT:

Mack Danver stood stiffly beneath the archway in front of Biltmore House as its heavy wooden door creaked open. His chest tightened. It might as well have been the entrance to Central Prison in Raleigh.
A middle-aged man in a dark navy suit stepped onto the landing, his jowls slackening. “Earl! What are you doing out here? And dressed like that?”
“I’m not Earl. I’m his twin brother, Mack. Mrs.Vanderbilt told me to come.”
The man sniffed. “I think I’d know if you had an identical twin, Earl.”
“You must be Mr. Sterling, the butler.” Mack extended his hand. “Earl’s told me about you.”
Sterling slapped his hand away.
Mack didn’t so much as hesitate. Grabbing the butler by the shirtfront, he propelled him backwards. “Listen, mister. When I say I’m Mack Danver, I mean I’m Mack Danver. When I extend a hand in greeting, I expect it to be taken. When it’s not, I take offense.”
“Mr. Sterling? Is everything—” A young maid stepped to the door. “Earl! What’s the matter with you?”
Black hair peeked out from beneath her small white cap. The eastern sun had reduced her pupils to dots, leaving eyes so blue they appeared almost lavender. Rushing out the door, she jumped between them, squaring off with Mack. “Stop it! Stop it right this minute.”
Releasing the man’s collar, Mack took a step back. Did she actually believe he was frightened of her? He felt the tug of a smile on his lips. “I’m not Earl, miss. I’m his brother, Mack.”
The disapproval she’d shown before was nothing compared to the horror that filled her eyes now. She pressed a hand against her stiffly starched apron. “Oh, no. You’re the brother?”
He nodded.
“And you came to the front door? What possessed you to come to the front door?”
“I was just looking.”
Rolling her eyes, she turned to the butler. “He’s a mountain man. He was engaged in fisticuffs when Mrs. Vanderbilt first saw him. I’ll take him round back myself and make sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble.”
Mack tucked his shirt into his trousers. “I can fight my own fights. You needn’t do it for me.”
She seared him with her gaze. “Do not say another word.”
He bristled and opened his mouth to argue.
She lifted her index finger. “Not. Another. Word.” With her finger still in the air, she turned back to the butler. “May I take him round back, sir?”
Tugging the hem of his jacket, Sterling tightened his lips. “Go ahead. I’ll talk with the housekeeper and tell you what we decide to do with him.”
Mack took a step forward.
The maid steepled one hand on his chest. With the other, she pointed toward the gate. “That way, Mr. Danver. The servants’ entrance is that way.”

BIO:
Deeanne Gist–known to her family, friends, and fans as Dee–has rocketed up the bestseller lists and captured readers everywhere with her very original, very fun historical & contemporary romances. Add to this three RITA nominations, two consecutive Christy Awards, rave reviews, and a growing loyal fan base, and you’ve got one recipe for success. She has a very active online community on her website at IWantHerBook.com and at Facebook.com/DeesCircle.

Guest Blogging at Loose Change

I wrote a guest blog article at Loose Change for new authors who wanted an answer to the eternal question of whether to have a website or a blog.

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Interview at Becca Dale’s Place

Check me out. I did an interview at Becca Dale’s blog — Becca’s Retreat.

The questions aren’t ones you would find in a typical interview. Stop by and take a look. You might learn something new about me. 😀

Guest Blogging: Star-Crossed Romance

I’m a guest blogger at Star-Crossed Romance. My topic is the mundane stuff people sometimes forget when weaving their fantastic tales.

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And a Dash of the Mundane

Guest Blog: Lisa Wingate Ultimate Getaway Contest

“Read Like a Queen” Ultimate Girlfriend Getaway Weekend

What could possibly be more fun than reading a great book this summer (well, maybe not more fun, but a totally different kind of fun)?

Celebrating 2011 with national bestselling author, Lisa Wingate, in beautiful, historic, antique-filled Jefferson, Texas for the fun-filled reader event of the year, the Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend Weekend 2011 book extravaganza! If you’ve never been to the Pulpwood Queens annual tiara-wearing, book sharing event, or even if you have, you’d be in for a treat! Head Pulpwood Queen Kathy Patrick hosts a weekend filled with books, authors, beautiful bed and breakfast hotels, antiques, a costume ball, and more fun with books than you can imagine. Kathy has over 50 authors on the slate, including Lisa Wingate. This year, the Keynote speakers are Fannie Flagg, Rick Bragg, and Pat Conroy!
The best thing about this girlfriend getaway is that the winner and companion can do as much or as little as they like. Girlfriend Weekend offers two days of amazing events, and the town of Jefferson features everything from museums and antique shopping, to quilts, history tours, and carriage rides!
The prize package does not include travel. The winner be responsible for travel for herself/himself and guest (that’s right, this package is for TWO). If you’re the lucky winner, you’ll get:
***TWO fully-paid admission armbands for Girlfriend Weekend 2011 (one for you and one for your best girlfriend, or your favorite Timber Guy). This includes admission to Saturday night’s big-hair extravaganza, the “Great Big Ball of Hair” where you can come as you are, or arrive dressed as your favorite book character and compete in the costume contest. Who knows? You might become “Miss Hairball Queen 2011!”
***TWO nights in a room fit for a queen, amid the opulence and grace of the 1920s at the beautiful Delta Street Inn bed and breakfast in historic Jefferson, Texas. (double occupancy)
***Your very own “Insta-Queen Kit” featuring a gorgeous tiara and a smaller porta-tiara for more casual occasions (or one to keep and one to share with your best girlfriend), free autographed Lisa Wingate books, your scepter, a copy of Kathy Patrick’s Tiara Wearing Book Sharing Guide to Life, your very own Pulpwood Queens T-shirt, and everything else you need to crown yourself and read like a Pulpwood Queen!
More details and entry form are available at www.Lisawingate.com. 

This is a great opportunity for readers or writers, so don’t forget to spread the word to your book clubs, co-workers, family members, and girlfriends — after all, if one of your friends wins, you can come along as the guest!

The Sweepstakes begins on August, 1, 2010 and ends on November 15th, 201. The winners will be notified by email message and/or phone between November 15th, 2010 and December 1st, 2010.

Guest Blog: M&M Makin’ the Rounds

Please welcome Mandy M. Roth and Michelle M. Pillow as today’s guest bloggers!
M&M Makin’ the Rounds
Big thanks to D. Renee Bagby for letting us come here and play today! We’ll get started with our first Q&A.
Boxers or Briefs?
Q: Do you plot or are you a pantser?
Michelle: Pantser. I hate outlines. The one time I wrote one, the characters rebelled and did something completely different. I like to make the characters, build the world, have a few things to throw at them, but then just let them do what they do. I don’t always know how a book will end when I start it, only that it *should* be a happily ever after.
Mandy: A little bit of both. I like structure but I don’t like to fence myself in. I need freedom to go where the story takes me but guidelines so I don’t wander aimlessly (because I sooo will). I joke with Michelle all the time that by the time I’m done writing a 100k book, I’ve actually written a 200k book but just clipped a bunch along the way when the story darted off in a direction I didn’t like. She tells me to make them pick your own adventure books. LOL
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Thanks for letting us hang here, D. Renee Bagby! Everyone, remember that to be entered in the contest at the end of the tour, you need to comment on the posts. You can enter as much as you like.

Join us tomorrow when we visit Delilah Devlin.

Talking About World Building

I did a guest post on Jessica Chamber’s blog about world building. It’s my first article about writing.

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Guest Blog: TRS Blue

I did a guest blog over at The Romance Studio Blue about what it means for a book to be erotic. Let me know what you think.

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