Work in Progress News ~ Still working on Colby, my ski story. It’s really making me want to go skiing this year. But then I remember that it’s cold outside and I haven’t been on a pair of skis in a decade or two. This is officially the first book that I’ve had to write one of my characters puking, so I’d like to thank the pantsing gods for that.
Favorite Song of the Week ~ I love The Postal Service. They rank at the top of the “things in life that end before their time” list, along with Calvin and Hobbes, Michael Jackson, Firefly and summers. Here they’re covering Phil Collins’ hit “Against All Odds”:
Backlist News ~ Olivia’s Box Collection is now available! Three books for the price of one! I also learned that some e-tailers don’t like 3D book covers. No idea why though, they’re really just 2D covers with perspective, it’s not like it makes the device screen bumpy, geez.
Tweet of the Week ~
When he said he found Jesus, I thought “Woohoo! Hand ’em over, I’m as hungry as a muthafucka” cause I thought he said Cheese-Its.
— Grant Tanaka (@GrantTanaka) February 6, 2014
Industry News ~ The Sony Bookstore, the “Reader Store” will close in March. Sony announced the closure and is working with Kobo to transfer customer libraries. I’m not surprised so much, I’ve had a heck of a time getting my books to appear at Sony (read 2+ years, and they’re still not there) and with last week’s Adobe news about their DRM, this might have just pushed them over the edge. Still, it’s always sad to see the little guys go, no one wants an Amazon monopoly. Well no one except maybe Amazon…
What I’m reading ~ The Alexanders Boxed Set by M. Malone. I was in the mood for a quick and easy contemporary romance, so I found this which has three in one! These three books follow around the Alexander brothers (and their friends). Looks like book four comes out tomorrow.
Today’s Tearjerker ~ Okay, so this is an ad for booze, but I guess liquor people have enough money to pay good agencies to make good ads:
Book Snippet ~ from Tessa’s Pride:
Tessa crossed the carpet again, then fiddled with her collar, a habit he remembered from years ago, a clear indication she had something on her mind. Then more lip chewing. He knew her lips had the texture of rose petals, and he wished those were his teeth denting the flesh. He chided himself for noticing the way the sun shone through her shirt, highlighting the curves beneath. Now wasn’t the time to remember how her breasts had looked in the dappled shade of aspen trees. He dropped his gaze lower, to the swell of her hips, enhanced by her snug jeans. The ass was faded from hours in the saddle, but no hundred-dollar pair of jeans would look better on her than these Western work denims. Knowing she had enough strength in those thighs to pin down a yearling for tagging only made him want them wrapped around his hips.
Okay, that’s it for me. Have a great weekend. Stay warm!