Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Sue Lyndon's Surrender...



Today, I am delighted to hand over my blog to author, Sue Lyndon, whose latest Sci Fi Erotic Romance - Surrender - has just been published. Here she tells us more about it and also why being a celebrity double isn't always a good thing...



Do you resemble a celebrity or know someone who does? I don’t think I look like anyone famous, and no one has ever told me I do. But one of my friends looks exactly like Taylor Swift. Another friend of mine shows a striking resemblance to Howard Stern. In my latest release, Surrender, the heroine, Fiona, has the misfortune to look like the First Daughter’s twin. It never bothered her, and she even dressed up like the First Daughter for Halloween one year, but when the First Daughter goes missing after her marriage to a Kall warrior is announced…Fiona finds that resembling the First Daughter might not be such a good thing after all.


Surrender blurb:


Love with the enemy can be the ultimate surrender…

Fiona Lockhart struggles to survive after Earth is conquered by powerful aliens. She knows it's only a matter of time before her schizophrenic mother acts out at the wrong time and place and brings down the wrath of their captors. So when turncoats offer Fiona a way to keep her mother safe, she can't refuse—even though it means marrying a Kall warrior and posing as the First Daughter, Betsy Carson.

Kall warrior Merokk has mixed feelings about marrying a human woman, but it's his duty and he can't refuse. He enjoys taming the headstrong Betsy, and a good spanking now and then makes the passion burn. The sex is sizzling, and as the months pass, Merokk discovers the feelings for his little wife run deep. But when he learns of her deceit after the real Betsy Carson surfaces, Merokk's new world shatters. Can he learn to forgive Fiona, or will he spend the rest of their lives punishing her for a crime she never wanted to commit?



Excerpt:


“Are you aware of the marriages that are to take place between Kall warriors and Earth people as part of the peace treaty?” Crooked Teeth asked.

A sinking feeling came over Fiona. “Somewhat.” 

“President Carson’s daughter is supposed to marry a Kall warrior named Merokk in three days, but she’s run off and no one can find her. This is one of the most important unions between the Kall and Earth people. If the marriage doesn’t take place, it would be a violation of the treaty.” Pudgy Man’s hand nervously brushed against the back of his neck. The turncoats exchanged a worried glance.

Fiona wasn’t stupid. She knew where this was going. She spoke slowly, as if in a trance. “Let me guess. You’ll help my mother if I pretend to be Betsy Carson?” 

“You got it, Miss Lockhart. If you agree to help us, we’ll place your mother in a medical resort in the Caribbean. Safe and sound,” said Crooked Teeth. 

“How did you find me?” 

“I saw you standing in the crowd today during the ceremony and had to do a double take. I followed you home and checked your records. Imagine my delight to discover your unique situation.” Pudgy Man smiled, but Fiona thought it was only meant to mask a sneer. He had her trapped between a rock and a hard place, as her mother would say. 

This wasn’t happening. 

Fiona stared at the back corner of the trailer where Janie slept. It wasn’t a hard decision to make, but it was a painful one. She doubted she’d see her mother again if she accepted this offer, but she also doubted her mother’s odd behavior would escape the bloodthirsty Kalls’ notice for much longer. Her heart broke.

 “Okay,” she whispered after several minutes of choking silence. “I’ll do it.”

 

 Surrender is available on Amazon US, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance.

Author bio:

Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate.



Sue's most recent releases are Surrender, Rules of War, and Shana's Guardian.

You can connect with Sue on her blog:


Thank you for joining me today, Sue!




Sunday, 27 January 2013

Miss Abigail's Horror on Sunday


Sadly, as I write, this is the last Six Sentence Sunday, so a big 'thank you' to them and to everyone who has dropped by here.

Here's more from the terrifying room:

'“Becky, Becky.” This time, a light, tinkling laugh followed her name. 

That was enough for Becky. Grabbing her duster, she shot out of the room. Behind her, she could have sworn she heard that laughter again, but louder now. Mocking her.'


 Miss Abigail's Room is available from these online booksellers:

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Amazon.co.uk
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Sunday, 20 January 2013

Demons on Sunday...


 Moving away from Miss Abigail's Room this penultimate week of Six Sentence Sunday, here are six sentences from my paranormal horror novella, The Demons of Cambian Street. To set the scene, the main character, Stella, has experienced some scary events in her apartment, above the social club in the peaceful community of Priory St Michael. A local eccentric, Pattie Davies, knows something of the uncanny history of the place, but what she has to say seems incredible. Without intending to upset her, Stella has somehow managed to do so and Pattie goes on the defensive:

“You don’t believe me, do you? I suppose this is all a big joke to you, isn’t it? Batty Welshwoman believes in ghosts and demons! Well, just you wait. You need to get out of this place. Six months more in that flat and you’ll be begging my sister for her help. Just like Sarah Asher begged my mam all those years ago.”


You can read the other wonderful authors in Six Sentence Sunday by clicking here

The Demons of Cambian Street is published by Etopia Press and available from:

Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Barnes and Noble
Kobo 
and other online booksellers

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

'Going Forward' - And Other Expressions I'd Like to Sack!

We're half way through January already and I'm still thinking about things I want to see/do in 2013 - and also some things I'd like to see the back of.



As a writer, it was never going to be long before my attention turned to my pet peeves. In this case, words and expressions that make my skin prickle, my teeth clench and my spine arch.

One of the main ones from the past two or three years has been, 'Going forward'. Frequently used in place of 'from now on'. Well, what was wrong with, 'from now on' anyway? Perfectly decent expression. Said what you meant. No messing. 'From now on, I want to see an improvement'. There - you know what's required. Get on with it!

But, oh no, it's 'Going forward, I want to see an improvement.' For heaven's sake, it's not even grammatical!

Sack it!

 
Her 'bad'?
And while we're at it, what on earth is wrong with saying 'Sorry, it was my fault.'? But, oh no, we have 'my bad' instead. WHAT?  

"Sorry, my bad."

Your 'bad' what? Foot? Haircut? 

Sack it! 


Demi Moore?
Cougar?
 Then there's cougar. Now, to my mind, a cougar is a member of the cat family. It has four legs, is covered with fur, moves quickly  and is a very effective hunter. As far as I am aware, a cougar has never donned Jimmy Choos, toted a Gucci handbag or snogged Ashton Kutcher. Yet any woman who dares to take a boyfriend a few years younger than herself will, these days, inevitably find herself labelled, a 'cougar'. But what if a male takes a younger girlfriend? What does he become? No derogatory term for him. The very idea! So, why have one for women?  Let's leave 'cougar' for our feline friends. In all other cases, 

Sack it!

Keeping on this subject for a second, a young woman in a relationship with a man some years older than herself is never termed a 'toygirl'. So why, oh why, is the young man with an older girlfriend called a 'toyboy'?

Sack it!

The company's efficiencies seem to be going well!

In a previous blog, I mentioned 'efficiencies' as in 'We're making some efficiencies'- when the speaker actually means they're going to cut jobs so severely that  more and more work is piled onto fewer and fewer people, squeezing them until the pips squeak. Well, folks, almost a year on, I'm still hearing that anachronistic expression.

Sack it!

And why do we need to have a 'shopping experience'? When I 'go shopping', I do so somewhat reluctantly. The only way any store can improve my shopping 'experience' is to ensure all their tills are staffed and their shelves fully stocked. That way I can get in, grab my goods, pay for them and get out as fast as possible. Shopping 'experience' indeed! And don't mention 'retail therapy' either.
I'm a shopper, get me out of here!
Sack it!

Inappropriate use of terms such as 'celebrity',  'legendary' and 'iconic' annoy me. On the UK's recent series of X Factor, Rylan Clark entertained his audience for weeks until he was finally voted off. So popular was he that he achieved instant stardom and a place on the current series of Celebrity Big Brother where he has been variously described as a 'Reality TV legend' and 'Reality TV icon'. Now I happen to find Rylan great fun, entertaining to watch and I wish him all the best in his career. But I'm sure he would agree that to call him not only a celebrity but also an icon and a legend is taking things a bit far. Six months ago, we'd never even heard of him!
Rylan Clark - celebrity, icon, legend - or entertainer?

Well, I hope you enjoyed your 'journey' through my pet peeves. Over to you, what are yours? Have a look at this list from The New York Times. Recognise any of your favourites?

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Becky's in Danger...Miss Abigail's Room on SSS


Yes, it's Six Sentence Sunday again, and more from Miss Abigail's Room. In this extract, Becky has been ordered to return to that room, much against her better judgment...
 

She reached the top of the turret stairs, just the short landing away from that room. In front of her stood the oak door. The hairs prickled on the back of her neck, and she could feel goose bumps on her arms even in the warmth of the summer afternoon, with the sun streaming in through the window. She stood right by the door now and raised her hand to knock. She froze. A sound—like claws scraping across the floor.

Miss Abigail's Room is available from these online booksellers:

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Wednesday, 9 January 2013

The Art of the Put Down...From A to B

 Some say that the first Monday back at work after the Christmas and New Year festivities is the most depressing day of the year. For others, it's reputed to be the infamous 'Blue Monday' - the third Monday in January (this year, occurring on January 21st). Whatever you believe, there's no denying that, in the northern hemisphere at least, January is a month of bad weather, dark nights (and even days) and a general feeling of despondency for many people.

Dorothy Parker

So, what better time to kick off your shoes, curl up and indulge yourself in a few giggles, courtesy of some witty critics and their hapless victims. Some are no longer with us, others are still very much alive and kicking. From the witty to the bitchy, from the (relatively) benign to the downright stinging, here are some of my all time favourites and, no, they're not all from the Queen of the Classic Put Down (Dorothy Parker):

Edwina Currie
“Does the Honourable Lady remember that she was an egg herself once: and very many members of all sides of this House regret that it was ever fertilised?” (Sir Nicholas Fairbairn attacking junior Health Minister Edwina Currie over the salmonella crisis)

 “He was so mean it hurt him to go to the bathroom.” (Britt Eklund on ex Rod Stewart)

Nicholas Soames
“Sex with Nicholas was like having a very large wardrobe with a very small key falling on top of you.” (An ex lover of former Tory MP Nicholas Soames)

“She loves nature in spite of what it did to her.” (Bette Midler on Princess Anne)
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“So boring, you fall asleep halfway through her name” (Playwright Alan Bennett on Arianna Stassinopoulos)

 “He can’t kick with his left foot, he can’t head, he can’t tackle, and he doesn’t score many goals. Apart from that, he’s all right.” (Sixties Football legend, George Best on David Beckham)

“He doesn’t dye his hair - he’s just prematurely orange.” (Former US President Gerald Ford on Ronald Reagan)

Bette Davis
 “Why am I so good at playing bitches? I think it’s because I’m not a bitch. Maybe that’s why Miss Crawford always plays ladies.” Bette Davis on Joan Crawford

"She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B". (Dorothy Parker on Katharine Hepburn's performance in the 1933 Broadway production of The Lake)

"When I saw her sex tape, all I could think of were Paris Hilton's poor parents. The shame, the shame of the Hilton family. To have your daughter do a porno film... in a Marriott hotel." (Joan Rivers)
Joan Rivers

"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." (Dorothy Parker - but on whose book is not known for sure)

Nancy, Lady Astor
  
Of course, there have been some classic exchanges too. Here are a smattering of my favourites:

Lady Astor to Churchill: “Winston, if you were my husband I would flavour your coffee with poison”
Churchill: “Madam, if I were your husband, I should drink it.”

George Bernard Shaw to Churchill: "I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend.... if you have one." 
Churchill:"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second.... if there is one." 

Labour MP Bessie Braddock to Churchill: “Winston, you’re drunk!”
Bessie Braddock
Churchill: “Bessie, you’re ugly, and tomorrow morning I shall be sober”
Sir Winston Churchill
And I leave the last exchange to the incomparable Oscar Wilde in conversation with the French writer, Marie Anne de Bovet:


Marie Anne de Bovet
Mlle de Bovet: Confess, Mr Wilde, am I not the ugliest woman in all of France?
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde (bowing low and smiling graciously): In the world, Madame, in the world.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Miss Abigail's Room on Sunday


For the first Six Sentence Sunday of the New Year, here is another extract from my latest paranormal horror novella,here are six more sentences featuring the hapless Victorian maid, Becky:

Becky’s mind wandered to Miss Abigail’s room. She pictured the wax doll, lying on that bed. What was it doing now? Was it sighing? Or maybe moving? She pulled the sheet over her head. 


You can read extracts from the other great authors participating in Six Sentence Sunday by clicking here

'Miss Abigail's Room' is available from:


Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Omnilit
Barnes and Noble 

Kobo