Newsletter snafu

Doh! Sorry about the missing book recommendation in the newsletter that’s just gone out. Was sure I’d filled in the gaps before. Note to self: never do the newsletter when the family is hanging around. It should read:

I’ve been working pretty hard this month on the writing challenge but managed to read Marly’s Choice by Lora Leigh last week. My first M/M/M/F. Fantastic story!

Panic

There are many things I love about the internet. Instant movie and ebook downloads, gossip and quick chats with my friends via Skype. What I don’t love is when my internet connection dies, as it did last week. I swear the panic I felt was of epic proportions.

The problem fixed itself, and then crashed again multiple times over several days. My internet provider seriously let me down. So frustrating – they’d never done that before. But it did make me realize that I was at their mercy. I work 100% on the internet. I rely on my digital connection to the outside world to be solid and constant.

With that thought firmly in mind – I thought it prudent to get myself some back up. Enter the pocketwifi – my savior, my sanity. This little device has lowered my stress level considerably when the connection drops out yet again. It stops me worrying and allows me to get back on with my work day. Highly recommend one if you work online.

September is all about challenges, it seems. The largest being a writing challenge – #30KinSept. So far I’m at 24,000 words and with 10 days to go I should make it, as long as I can write a while the kids are on holidays. We’ll see how it goes. Tonight my newsletter goes out with links to the third chapter of my free read, Love Me True. After that, I’m back at work on Hardly a Stranger. Till next time.

Tuesday Temptation: Rodrigo Santoro

I’m participating in a writing challenge this month on twitter (@30kinSept) to get cracking on my third regency gay romance, Hardly a Stranger, and I couldn’t be happier with my start. So far this week, my duke has been shot and operated on so at the moment he’s laid up in bed recovering. Can’t give away too much, but if you assume he’s not going to be the easiest patient you wouldn’t be far wrong. LOL. The Duke of Staines is nothing but a trouble maker. I love him for that.

While he’s causing trouble for me, I thought I’d bring you some more lovely Tuesday Temptation. This week’s inspiration comes from rewatching Love Actually. The movie is filled to the brim with great actors, but I settled on one whose name I didn’t even know before today: Rodrigo Santoro.

 

Office romance? Oh yum!

 

No don’t answer the phone!

 

As bad guy, Xerxes in 300

 

He was also in a Chanel ad with Nicole Kidman.
His IMDb list of credits is pretty impressive. Maybe one day we’ll get to see him in a romantic lead.
Happy Tuesday.

Baby touch me one more time

Secondary characters really are a writer’s most precious commodity. I love writing them because there is so much meddling they can do to your hero and heroine’s plans. However, I’m also a fan of letting them have their own life, their own story to explore along the way. Here’s my last snippet from Charity featuring the long hidden love of Lyntton Manning.

Estella’s heart raced in anger over a dead man and his faithlessness, and over Lynton taking advantage of her that night. “So you decided to take his place.”

Lynton’s hands settled on her shoulders lightly, and then went away. “That was not my intention. I don’t know what I was thinking. I suppose I went to tell you where he was. I wanted to point out his flaws so you would leave him.”

Estella hugged herself. “But you said not one word. Not one.”

“I couldn’t. By the time I entered your bedchamber, I realized you wouldn’t leave him. That you would avoid any scandal and stay with him to preserve your good name.” His hands settled on her shoulders again.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you’d told me the truth. It would have at least prepared me for the rest of my marriage.” Estella forced a deep breath into her lungs. “Why did you take his place?”

Behind her, Lynton’s head pressed against the back of hers. “You touched me.”

Estella frowned. “That’s hardly an encouragement to share another man’s wife’s bed.”

His rough breathing behind her caused her heart to race. “With you, it’s like fire on grass after a long dry spell. I have loved you all my life. I desire you still.”

I loved writing Lyntton Manning. Hopefully you love him just the same.