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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Chains and Unwelcome Visitors-Six Sentence Sunday, NaNo Style



It's the final Sunday of NaNoWriMo...one more Six from my WIP...

(On select Sundays, I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.)

From my second NaNoWriMo book this year, PETER AND THE WOLF (edit: a Siren bestseller! BUY LINK)


“Who the fuck’s there?” Peter called out, pulling hard on his shackles.

A man he' d never seen before appeared in the doorway, filling the space with his bulk. His liquid black eyes flashed with a supernatural fire as they swept over the sight of the naked man chained to Jarred’s bed.

The smile that slid up half of a craggy, wide face was far less than pleasant. “Well,” the man said, “this isn’t quite how I expected to find you.” The eyes focused on Peter’s exposed cock as he added, “I must say, you have proven yourself to be one surprise after the other.”


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Week4 Favorite Lines-NaNoWriMo 2012



This is the final week of NaNoWriMo, and the last week of my daily favorite lines written posts. (Warning: Some adult language and/or situations)

Week 4 favorite lines:

11/23 “How the fuck did he manage this?” he asked, lifting the end of the chain to examine it. “I’ve never torn free of these chains.”

11/24 “You left him alone and shackled to your bed, and you’re bitching that he should have been more thoughtful of your feelings?”

11/25 “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I'm way out of my mind.” He stared down at the wolf below. “Ever since the moment Peter walked into that conference room.”

11/26 The wolf Peter’s eyes glowed with moon fire, and his snout twitched with interest while he sniffed the air.

11/27 “I should have been there to keep you safe,” Jarred went on, his heart hammering against his sternum. “But I was so busy rushing off to play hero that I failed at being one.”

...Well, I sadly have no more "daily lines" to post after the 27th, due to having been ill for a couple of weeks and off work (writing and otherwise) for several days. But I completed the challenge with 61,453 words, so I guess that's not too shabby for ducking out on the last three days of NaNo!

Congrats to all my fellow NaNo participants who beat the challenge this year, and for those who participated without crossing 50k I say, we're all still winners! Here's looking forward to next year.


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

You'd Better Be Ready-Six Sentence Sunday NaNo Style--Week 3



It's back! On select Sundays, I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

From my second NaNoWriMo book this year, PETER AND THE WOLF (edit: a Siren bestseller! BUY LINK)


Peter actually thought he heard a tiny growl from Jarred’s throat, or perhaps it was from his father’s. A glitter of something wild flashed in Jarred’s eyes, and then as suddenly as he had taken hold of Peter, he released his grip.

Jarred laid both hands against the wall on either side of Peter’s head while he appeared to study every detail of his face.

“Everything in both our lives has just changed,” Jarred said. His voice sounded strange, a lower, huskier version of the businesslike tenor from before. “You’d better be ready for it.”


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Week 3 Favorite Lines, NaNoWriMo 2012



It's the 3rd week of November is National Novel Writing Month, and we're still busy pounding keys at our house.

My personal favorite lines written each day continue for PETER AND THE WOLF, the eroticMM/shifter romance I'm writing for NaNo.

Week 3 favorite lines:


11/16 “My son, forever the battering ram against doors that are welded shut. But not even you can beat down death.”

11/17 A fever gripped Peter sometime during the night, burning through him like a wildfire that was almost as consuming as the dreams of Jarred Wellington that accompanied it.

11/18 ...(I crossed 50k today!!) ...Peter closed his eyes and saw the forest, an image of the two of them running free and naked until he captured Jarred and pinned him, erect and panting, against a tree.

11/19 “You’re not just a hot stud with a new and emerging dark side,” Jarred said through clenched teeth. “You’re the bearer of really fucked news for my family. A harbinger of death.

11/20 And if the chains built into the headboard hadn’t been installed for wild sex, Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they were used for.

11/21 “Oh, no, you’re not an animal,” he said, grabbing his clothes off the floor. “Not at all.”

11/22 With an ease that was both surprising and yet somehow expected, Peter hopped the rear wall and disappeared into the night.



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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Two Magnetic Opposites-Six Sentence Sunday, NaNo Style


It's back! On select Sundays, I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE

From my NaNoWriMo book, NATURE'S BOUNTY:




The mood in the car had shifted, along with something in the air between them. He recognized the glimmer of fire in her piercing blue eyes, and it wasn’t merely a result of the erotic chemistry that had failed to dim despite their crazy circumstances. She was, for the time being, no longer the lawbreaking captive he was doing his civic duty by returning to justice. They were a team now, two magnetic opposites clutching together for a common cause. He just hoped he wasn’t making as big a mistake with this decision as when he’d gone with his instinct to fuck her on the table.


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Week 2 Favorite Lines-NaNoWriMo 2012



Onto Week 2 of National Novel Writing Month!

Each day, I've been posting my personal favorite lines written for my NaNo project, an erotic romance titled NATURE'S BOUNTY.

(WARNING: some lines may contain adult language and/or situations.)

Week 2 favorite lines:

11/8  “She’s stealing my fucking car,” he said, racing back to the room with his pants still flapped open. “Miss I’m-not-a-lawbreaker just committed grand theft auto.”

11/9 She curled her lip at him. “You just used ‘good’ and ‘lawyer’ in the same sentence. That’s funny.”

11/10 “I’m looking for a surveillance wire, sweetheart. Not a hard-on.”

11/11 “It occurs to me that while I’ve made you scream in the passenger seat, across the gear knob, and laid out in the back, I’ve never bent you over the hood of a car before.”

11/12 “Of course I knew he was guilty. Innocent people don’t go around paying off guys like me to work around the system."

11/13 The van roared up just as Benny and Nate were crossing the street. Cops in riot gear tumbled out like clowns from a Volkswagen, and all were amazingly light-footed while they gestured at Nate to hang back.

11/14 “That felt good,” Nate said. “Although I’d have liked to punctuate my sentence with a fist in his face.”

11/15 Jarred’s entire being was somehow filling the room, filling Peter until there was nothing else but the two of them.


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Now Available--DISPLACED COWBOYS


DISPLACED COWBOYS

Book 5 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS SERIES, a spinoff based on the bestselling HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
November 5 2012
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Western | Erotic | M/M , M/M/F | Double Penetration | Anal Sex | Bondage/Spanking

http://bookstrand.com/displaced-cowboys


About the LONE WOLVES series:


They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.


About DISPLACED COWBOYS:


Terra is having a serious crisis of judgment. First, she inexplicably runs away from her 21st birthday party. Then, she not only picks up a cowboy hitchhiker, but rescues a second cowboy lying by the road after a strange wolf attack.


Suffering from a mysterious fever that has her experiencing all-new meanings of the word “hot,” she takes Connor and Nash to a motel room where she learns a shocking secret—her cowboy strangers are werewolves.

The hot strangers show her that the biggest freedom of all is in being bound, but moving into the future means dealing with the past. And when the trio's passion is threatened by a huntress set on revenge, Terra and her werewolf heroes must fight for survival in order to fulfill their desire to be bound.




Rated R Excerpt:



Connor strode down the sidewalk toward the end of the long, one-story row of motel rooms. Terra's eyes fell to the way his ass twitched with a hot swagger, and then she launched herself after him.

“Where are we going?”

“We have to hunt before Nash wakes up.” She sped up, and Connor shot her a sideways glance. “And when I say ‘we,’ I mean me.”

“Hunting? I don’t know how to hunt. Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed in the room? Nash might need something.”

“Oh, he’ll need somethin’, but he ain’t gettin’ it from you. You’re safer with me.”

“The man’s sleeping and hardly in any shape to try anything. Besides, you don’t even have any weapons.” Except for the extremely lethal one she’d groped beneath his belt.

“That nap Nash is takin’ won’t last much longer. He’ll wake when the night comes, and matters will be much worse than what you saw by the roadside.”

“You really have an issue with nighttime, don’t you? Are you afraid of the dark?”

They rounded the end of the building, and Connor strode with purpose toward the woods behind the motel.

“What happens at nightfall?” she persisted.

“Full moon.”

She crunched through rocks and dirt, half running to keep up with his long strides until he stopped suddenly just outside a line of pine trees. “So?”

He sighed. “If you insist on stayin’ here for this, you may as well understand right now what you’re dealin’ with.”

For the second time that day, Connor peeled his shirt over his head, and she felt the moisture in her mouth evaporate.

“Okay,” she said with more of a dry croak than she’d have liked. “What am I dealing with?” Besides a hormone invasion that could take down a high school gym.

He shot her a grim smile. “I’m not what you’d call your average cowboy. Nash is about to join the club. There’s no easy way to tell you this, Terra. I have to show you.”

Her thoughts toggled between pornographic and medical possibilities for what he was about to reveal. How bad could it be, really? True, he certainly couldn’t be accused of being “average.” Ruggedly movie-star beautiful, maybe. Bizarre and puzzling, definitely. But average? Hell, no.

She clutched herself around the middle. “So, hit me with it already. Give up your mystery.”

He eyed her. “One condition first. If you’re gonna run, do not run to the room.”

She snorted. “You may have noticed I don’t jump and run easy, either.”

“Yeah. I’m gettin’ that.” His eyes failed to reflect the humor she was trying to inject. “I’m serious, though. That’s not where you wanna be.”

An odd, faraway expression crossed his features. “You didn’t find me by accident, Terra. You’re special, too, in your own way. You were meant to be a part of this secret and to keep it. Don’t be scared of me. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not scared.” Which was probably one of the crazier admissions she’d made today.

Still, something in the way he said the words prompted her to step back and hug herself tighter around the middle. She could run, if it came to that. Maybe not as fast these days, but her car was close by, and the keys were in her pocket.

Connor’s eyes began to shimmer with that odd, golden flame again. She cocked her head and stared at the mesmerizing golden gleam, unable to drag her eyes away. A low growl came from his throat, and a strange aura came alive just around the sides of his face. It gave his skin a crawling, rippling appearance. Then, gray hair began sprouting on his face and body. His growl deepened as somehow, impossibly, his whole face began to droop. It looked like his jaw had come unhinged and was sliding down toward his chest. Her breath caught when he leaned forward, and with a gruff barking sound, his body began to shrink.

Guesting on NaNoWriMo Daily!

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Sunday, November 4, 2012

Happiness About to Fade-Six Sentence Sunday-NaNo Style


It's back! On select Sundays, I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE

I wasn't sure I wanted to do a six since I've already been posting daily lines from my NaNoWriMo book NATURE'S BOUNTY, but what the heck! Here's this week's six:




She headed for a short hallway, but turned before she got there. “By the way, I’d love to see the actual job you came here to do, if you want to show me when I get back.”

He sincerely doubted she was going to love it in the slightest. He pasted on a smile and took a moment to study the lines of her face as it was right then. She seemed fairly happy, and she was looking at him like he was still someone she’d just been fucked well and proper by. That was an expression he wouldn’t be seeing again, certainly not from her. 


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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Week 1 Favorite Lines-NaNoWriMo 2012

It's that time again...November is National Novel Writing Month. The challenge: write a novel (or 50,000 words of one) in 30 days. This is my 7th year participating, and my husband's 1st.

During November, I'll be posting my personal favorite lines written each day on my NaNo project, an erotic romance titled NATURE'S BOUNTY.

Week 1 favorite lines:

11/1 "Women are trouble in high heels--and you’ve got the wild look of a man who hasn’t gotten laid in far too long."

11/2 The scent of marijuana hit Nate less than a block from his destination, but it failed to distract him from the depressing math he was doing to calculate how long it had been since he'd gotten laid.

11/3 She sank to her knees in front of him while he gritted his teeth and tried to cling to what little flotsam of morals he had left.

11/4 A sure-fire cure for intoxication was getting jumped by a bounty hunter--she felt a lot more sober now than when he’d first waltzed in with balloons and a hidden agenda.

11/5 “I should have tied those balloons to your nuts and floated you off over the ocean.”

11/6 Plans began swirling in his head and clicking into place, although the plans of what he would not be doing next solidified much faster than what he should do instead.

11/7 “By the way,” she said as they headed for the checkout, “you’re welcome for the ongoing use of my tits as a male distraction device.”



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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.