It is that time. I have enjoyed my adventures here on Tales From the Crit but I am so swamped, something has to give. As you can tell, I have been sadly lacking lately so yeah, this is it. Don’t forget me. Swing by my site HERE or my other blog HERE and say hey! I am also guest blogging all over cyber space.
I’m sure I will be back to guest blog at some point and you KNOW I will not leave my girls hanging. So I will be around. Be Good Critters… or at least have fun while being bad!
Y’all be good to my replacement, Voirey. She is bad enough, she needs all the help she can get.
Voirey Linger is the newest member of Tales and author of Risking Eternity from Ellora’s cave. You can visit her website at http://www.voireylinger.com
For two hundred years, Dominicus has lived in isolation, sentenced to take human souls to hell. But this night’s victim is unlike all the others. She tempts him. One kiss and she comes apart in his arms. One taste, and he can’t walk away.
But Maggie isn’t the only temptation he faces. Dominicus fights an attraction to Renatus, his best friend through the eons and a male with whom sex is forbidden. With her, he risks Hell, with him, losing the only piece of Heaven he has left.
Talking about myself has never been easy. The spotlight has never been a comfortable place for me. If I can distract you with kittens, I will.
When Inez told me I was taking her spot (This is the way things work with us. Inez is the boss of me.) and told me to keep the first post easy by just introducing myself, it made me wonder just how hard the rest of this blogging thing will prove to be.
I guess the best way to introduce myself is to talk about what I love; books.
I’ve always been a book-lover. My parents had to have a meeting with the principal so I could check out Misty of Chincoteague when I was in second grade. My school library said before third grade kids didn’t have the ability to handle chapter books. I still remember my disappointment when the librarian took the book away from me and directed me back to the picture book section.
My parents warned me that once I had this permission to access the older kids’ books, I had better not prove the librarian right. I didn’t need the warning. Checked out an average of 6 books a week for the remainder of my elementary school years, and didn’t slow down when I hit Junior High.
Then it happened. Something wonderful. Something divine. Something that would shape my entire career. Something my conservative mother still denies ever happened.
When I was about twelve I went in my mother’s room looking for something and spotted a book wedged between her nightstand and the bed. Assuming Mom’s book had fallen, I picked it up and was confronted by heaving bosoms and a dashing pirate. Definitely something shocking to find in my demure mother’s bedroom.
Of course I stole it.
I didn’t get to read much. It vanished from my room the next day. My mom didn’t call me out on taking it. That would require her to admit she had it in the first place. I didn’t ask her about it. That would mean admitting I took it. We just pretended the book had never been in the house and I never saw it again.
But it was too late. My entire concept of books had been changed.
It was another two years before I picked up another romance, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. I loved the strong and dominant men, the scantily-clad covers… and the sex. I really liked the sex.
It didn’t take long for me to go from reading the books to wanting to write the books. I asked for a typewriter for Christmas that year so I could get started on my new authorial career.
Unfortunately, and like so many other girls, I spent a lot of time hearing my efforts put down, first by my father, then later by my husband. It wasn’t until I had divorced, more than twenty years after I got that first typewriter, that I finally found support and encouragement.
The result of that encouragement is Risking Eternity.