Ohhhhhh, my lovelies. I have so very very much to tell you.

This might be my first truly “blog-like” post, but it feels necessary because my plans for June/July took an unexpected turn due to some real-life excitement (which I’ll explain shortly). As a result, my writing schedule is completely off track, and my mind is scattered with the various projects I have on the horizon, including the contingencies by eXp Realty, which I’ll touch upon later in this post. But ultimately, life throws curveballs, and we have to seize the opportunities when they arise.

If you’ve ever wanted to know more about me as a person, here’s your chance, then the website will go back to my normal author-y type updates with all the books I’m planning to release this year. I won’t be too detailed, but I feel like it’s only fair to explain where I’ve been and what-the-bloody-hell I’ve been doing, since all of my self-imposed deadlines are FUBAR’d at the moment and so many of you lovelies have messaged me on Facebook and Twitter gently prodding me about various things (which I super love you for), aaaaand here we go.

First, I should explain that I’ve been in the BDSM community for ten years, I’m a sub and a masochist and many people would call me a pain slut (shout-out to my author friend Livia Grant for reminding me to just own the term and stop blushing about it). For those of you that have emailed me to discuss the realistic BDSM elements in my books, we’ve probably already had this conversation, but now it’s out in the open. Ta-da! I’ve got a Dom at the moment who is pretty amazing to be around in general. We are delightfully untitled outside of the Dom/sub roles (I am not his girlfriend, he is not my boyfriend, blah-blah-blah), but he is fun, and his brother had a wedding and he asked me to be arm candy. In Denmark. Yes. Denmark. Copenhagen, to be exact. On the other side of the world from my little apartment in Texas. I wavered on whether or not to go, on whether or not to blow a week’s worth of vacation, figure out arrangements for life stuff, and then I checked myself. My mom currently has stage 4 cancer, she’s doing okay (thanks in advance for any kind words), but mortality has a funny way of making you want to live and I just realized that this was one of those once-in-a-lifetime chances and I’d be a fucking idiot not to go – so, I did. Denmark was nine days of fantastic fun, I was covered in welts and bruises when I got back, drank so much my liver hurt, and I got exactly ZERO writing done on either of the flights or the trip itself despite my best attempts.

Side note: Having your Dom reading your sexy BDSM scenes over your fucking shoulder while you’re trying to write them and listening to him make little thinking noises after every. damn. sentence. is extremely distracting. Having him do this AGAIN when you’re taking a break from hiking fifteen miles in a day, sitting on a bed in a hotel room means that you just give up, destroy your “Keep writing!” mantra, have obscene amounts of sex, and shout “Bring on the party!”.

So, after the epic partying in Denmark which involved a lot of things that I plan to incorporate into books some day (he is deviously clever and quite inspirational when he’s not distracting me from actually fucking writing), I got back to Texas after 22 hours of travel only to have my suitcase lost. For four days. This put me into a conniption of stress because literally five days after I got back from Denmark I was flying to Chicago for a good friend’s bachelorette party since I’m in her wedding. Many thanks to , Sophie Kisker, and Myra Danvers for tugging me back from the proverbial ledge on more than one occasion last week. (I love you ladies a lot). The good news is I got the bag at the last possible moment, stayed up all night doing laundry so I could repack, and made the trip. Unfortunately, the stress of this time, trying to catch up at my “real job”, and yelling at airlines, meant no writing got done that week either. Really, all I can say here is that I’m sorry because I just lost my shit waiting for the suitcase.

However! This July 4th weekend I went to Chicago and got plastered with a good friend and her other bridesmaids (who are pretty awesome themselves), wandered the streets as fireworks went off over Navy Pier, maaaayyybe puked in a trash can like a real lady, and ended up on an extremely delayed flight where I got home around 11:30pm last night.

While sitting at my desk today (when I should have been, you know, working) I was completely distracted by the overwhelming to-do list I have in my author life. I was also wracked with guilt for all the unresponded to emails, tweets, and FB messages that I had left. I also realized that because I never really talked about my life on here, just my writing, that it would be even harder to explain how the fuck my schedule got so out of whack – and I decided to fix that. With this blog post.

So now to the second half of this seriously long blog entry… I have plans, my lovelies, so many plans. And I’m going to tell you about them right fucking now.

I’m currently writing a Part II to the anthology story “Of Fog and Fire” that was released in the Twist anthology in May. It was supposed to just be an extra short, like I put at the end of The Invitation and The Rite, but I just had too large of an idea, and I figured you all would enjoy it, so I’m writing the whole thing. I’m about 16k in, and I have no idea how long Part II will be – but I can’t control my brain. All of the characters just jabber on inside my head, and I do my best to write it all down.

I’ve also mentioned a few times that I have been working on a paranormal romance series. The first book in this series, “Fae”, is done, I got the edits back from my wonderful editor while I was off drinking in Denmark, and I will get to those edits as soon as possible. This is romance, not erotica, there’s a bit of fun sexy time, but not as much as my other books, and while it is dark it is also light, but there’s no BDSM in the series. I do hope you’ll like it, or that you’ll refer friends to it who will enjoy it. I love the story though and can’t help myself.

I have a surprise FREE release for July that I don’t want to spoil for you guys, but I think you’re going to adore it. I just have to bust my ass to get it out ASAP. You’ll love it though. Did I mention it’s free?

If you’ve been following “The Wild Ones” on literotica, I just want to say I’m sorry, because in the midst of my crazy life I have not had a chance to get back to Zora and Zane. Their story is an epic one, and it is one I will finish (I swear) but it’s going to take time, and I’d really appreciate your patience on it.

There is also another anthology coming from The Erotic Collective (a group of fantasmagorical authors I am lucky enough to get to hang out on the internets with) that will have hot BDSM / group sex stories in it and I really really want to participate. I have an idea for this story, but – again – I have to sit down and fucking write it.

On top of ^^^^^alllllllllll that^^^^^ there’s a lovely publisher who likes my twisted dark little brain, and is interested in publishing me. If I, you know, write a book for them. A whole book. It would make me a hybrid author, indie pub and traditional pub, which would be nice. If I go with the current plot I have it will be a post-apocalyptic, dubious consent, BDSM-spanktastic book that I think you all will love.

Also, my graphic designer needs me to get her stock photos. She happens to be my best friend in the world, and so she’s gloriously patient with me, but she’s also reminded me that I have two covers she needs to make – and they don’t just appear out of thin air. My homework tonight is actually to look for stock photos, and instead I wrote this blog entry. As soon as I post it, and tweet/FB it, I’m going to go look for stock photos like a good girl.

So now you know a lot about me, and you got to hear me ramble (which is much like having a phone conversation with me), and I hope this gave you a sneak peek into my life and why some of my goals are a little off at the moment. I’ll get it all done, I always do, I just can’t be honest about times at the moment.

Please keep messaging me, tweeting me, emailing me. It makes my freaking day when I get to talk to any reader, even if it’s just to freak out with you about one of the characters, or an idea, or just to chat about your own thoughts and questions. It makes me feel real, it makes all of this feel real, because there are some days I wake up exhausted and I still can’t believe that I’ve published books, and that people sometimes like to read them. There are days it feels like a dream, and all of you lovely people make it a reality.

And for that, I kinda love you.

xoxo