Warrior's Paradise by Cara Carnes

Shana came to Paradise to play, but that's not why she stays. Shana borrowed her adoptive sister's talisman to fulfill her sexual desires in Paradise. She didn't expect to find herself restrained and at the mercy of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. All he wants is her complete surrender -- and the one thing she can't give him: the identity of her sister.

Lucian, one of the mightiest warriors of Mysk, will do whatever he must to get Shana to submit -- in every way. The more she resists, the more determined he becomes, only her surrender is not enough. Now he finds his duty fueled by hunger to have her for his own.

Shana's more than willing to give herself, but there's the small matter of her loyalties. She can only stay in Paradise as a warrior's mate. And to become Lucian's mate, she will need to pass two terrible ordeals that lead her through her darkest sexual fantasies and beyond.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Mild bondage, group oral sex, voyeurism.

Now available at Loose Id. Congratulations, Cara!!!

Redecorating

Every now and then, I like to redecorate. It's one of those wild hairs that sprout from time to time; luckily, I didn't have to spend any money redecorating my template.

Okay, back to work now.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope everyone has an awesome Thanksgiving (or Thursday -- depending on your location).

When You Say Nothing At All

In the publishing world, rejections happen. They are inevitable. What I'd like to suggest when you receive one is walk away. Log out of your email. Drink a Coke. Eat a brownie.

No matter how great the temptation, please, please, please don't reply to the editor and belittle their opinion, curse the gods of moneymaking, curse the editor, mention you're the next best thing in e-publishing, or any of the thousand other responses you could have (and are rightfully feeling).

No one likes to be rejected -- no one! Regardless if the rejection is from a potential love interest, employer, or e-publisher, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt your feelings or make you mad. I understand; I sympathize.

But, if you must reply, simply say "Thank you," and return to your Coke and brownie.

Reading Review

I finished Book #43 of my 50 Book Challenge last night. (Bloodfever by Karen Marie Moning, if anyone's curious.) That leaves me with 7 weeks to finish 7 books. I think I can do it. Here's what I have to choose from on my immediate TBR pile:

You Don't Say...

In a fit of writing last week (I wrote 2,700 words -- in one day. A new record. Hell, a record period), I jumped over to Wikipedia for some quick research material.

And did you know you can find almost anything there? It's amazing. Now, I'm not suggesting all of the information you're looking for on your subject will be true, but wow.

That's what I love about the internet. You need to know something, anything, and the information is literally at your fingertips.

Monday Meme

In honor of my 50 Books in 2007 challenge:

What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Dedicated Reader You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more.
Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm
Literate Good Citizen
Fad Reader
Book Snob
Non-Reader
What Kind of Reader Are You? Create Your Own Quiz

This Won't Do. What's the Matter with You?

Instead of Peter Pan trying to remember how to fly, I'm talking to my body here. I'm recovering from an illness yet again. Not just any illness though -- strep throat. I felt so horrible, I actually went to the doctor.

:shock:

When my son was tee-tiny, he brought home every illness known to babies. And passed 'em all on to me. Hand, foot, and mouth disease? Yep. Some virus which induces projectile vomit? You betcha.

Surprisingly, my sweet boy didn't (and hopefully won't) have strep; neither does anyone in our family. So where I received this mystery strain is beyond me. All I know is it kicked my ass and forced me to the doctor. For that alone, I hate it.

Until I turned 12, I spent a lot of time in my pediatrician's office. A lot. For a variety of illnesses, usually related to strep throat or too much snot pouring out one of my orifices. One time in the third grade, I was so violently ill, I actually broke a blood vessel in my eyeball. That takes skill, folks.

But this latest grapple with strep, well, it way-laid me for three days. I did nothing except sleep, drink orange juice, and watch General Hospital. Of course, I can't remember what happened on General Hospital thanks to some awesome antibotics, but I'll take swallowing over remembering who Sonny Corinthos is trying to kill any day.