Jazmine Sullivan Redemption song

Feeling this right now.

A New Beginning...

Hello, all.

I've been a long time absent, in the body, if not in thought, from the goings on of my internet families. A ton of things have interfered, interrupted and basically disrupted my time. The main elements have been my children. Twins: Christian and Jacqueline.

They've turned eighteen and finally, the wondrous, highly-anticipated year of emancipation...MINE...is at hand! October 16 was B-day. Not to be so abrupt, I graciously gave them two months to get their affairs in order before walking the plank, er, I mean...finding their own place.

I have waited for this with bated breath, longed for it with wishful sighs... wanted it like an eagle wants roadkill. And when I have it within my grasp, lo and behold, they don't want to leave the nest!

Bear in mind, these are the two who have been threatening to declare themselves Emancipated Minors at sixteen. The two who have moaned and groaned about never being treated like adults or as if they have a damned brain (which I don't disagree with, I simply postulate they have no THOUGHTS in their damned brains).

Well, I wasn't having any of that! Like all good mama birds, I kicked them out of the nest. It was a firm kick, solidly placed between the deep valley of those plump butt cheeks that have been lying around denting my furniture for the last sixteen years. Those same cheeks that have been growing enormously due to the inordinate amount of MY food the mouths attached to said buttocks have been devouring.

For all that, it was a loving kick. The twins need to finish maturing and in order to do that, they need to be out from under mama. First, because when I tell them to do something or attempt to give them advice, they tell me, "I'm a grown _____" and I have to remind them that grown folk pay rent. And buy their own food. And fund the local electrical plant, etc., etc., etc. So with their good in mind, I only smiled, not laughed out loud, as I gently but insistantly pushed them out.

With the wherewithal to survive that first month, and a firm stricture to remain gone until I have time to miss them. They've already disobeyed. Why am I not surprised?

First, Jackie was thrown out of the place she was staying. Something about her mouth, and her saying, "I paid rent and I have the right to..." one too many times. Sigh. Her first lesson in "What part about these people are not your momma and don't have to put up with your shyte, don't you understand?"

True to my word, I didn't let her back in, which forced her to bestir herself to find alternative lodgings. I did drive over so she could cart her stuff back to my house for storage, with the understanding that I would start to charge rental fees on it if it remains here past a month. That went over like a house on fire.

So now I am Mean Mom, but since I've been mean mom for the last two years, I can live with the title. At least I'm By Myself Mean Mom, who doesn't have to lock her doors or gaurd her fridge or count her sodas, cookies, bags of chips, lunchmeat, cheese or popcorn. At least I'm When I Clean the House It Stays Clean Mean Mom.

I can deal with that.

I LIKE that. If I get any positive response to the above and interest in knowing how its going, I'll continue the saga of the New Adults in My Life.

Now, to get back to the reason I posted...

LOL

I'd like to introduce the cover of the book, Wylder Magick, coming out at Changeling the end of March. This is my first release since Hunting Chase almost two years ago. For some reason, I'm finding a new release of imagination and energy. Wylder Magick isn't a new book. It was originally released through Elora's Cave in the Hot Spell Anthology. I've reedited and expanded it for your reading pleasure in advance of the second book coming in that Universe. I'll be posting an excerpt soon.

Meanwhile, thanks for listening to my ramblings. Life is like visiting the County Fair. It's no fun if you don't ride!

-Camille Anthony

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Wanted 1: White Russian

by Marteeka Karland

Tiressa just wanted a drink. After weeks of lonely space, one breakdown after another, and delays of every kind, she wants to relax for a few hours while the Nebula storm passes. When she orders a White Russian straight up, what she gets isn't at all what she expected!

As a spy so deep undercover only the Supreme Commander knows his mission, Yuri Dubnikov fully expects to be executed. He's pleasantly surprised to land in the hands of a luscious woman, instead. If he can win Tiressa's trust, he may have a chance to save his mission. And his life.

Fortunately, Tiressa's as drawn to Yuri as he is to her. Their chemistry, when they collide, will be explosive.

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Tabitha turned and grinned over the long plank bar at the patrons of O’Shea’s Irish pub. Here was a pub with the true substance of the Emerald Isle. They had fae mixing it up with brownies and sprites. Leprechauns and djinn shot pool, and druid maidens swayed to Bocephus. Okay, so the Bocephas weren’t really an Irish thing, but Tabitha was from Texas, and since she couldn’t get them to listen to any rap or hip hop and she was frankly frightened of their knowledge of Motown and their love of artist like Bobby Blue Bland and Clarence Carter and Denise la Salle, she passed her time watching them bond with the humans over the countries newest acts and biggest hits.

Her boss was definitely Irish. The coppery red hair that was currently cut close and spiky on top of his head. The piercing green eyes that where often deeper than the whole Atlantic Ocean. Those were her favorite parts. Well, those and his massive shoulders and chest. Maybe those washboard abs or God—hey, she may be in a bar full of creatures and mythical critters, it only reinforced her belief in one true God—Seamus’s ass. No doubt about it. Irish looked hunky, handsome and damn fine on Seamus.

“You’re staring at me like you’ve missed your morning meal again, Tab,” Seamus said from over his shoulder.

Sure, she wanted to get in his bed and find out if the bulge running up the left side of his pants was real or just a hunk of German sausage.

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RAELYNN BLUE HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

Title: Beauty & the Geek: Rocket to LoveAuthor: RaeLynn BluePublisher: Mocha Memoirs Press, LLCPurchase Link: http://stores.lulu.com/mochamemoirspressGenre: Contemporary Interracial Erotic Romance ISBN: 978-0-9831934-8-7Price: 3.99 Blurb: While recreational shopping, Jewel Isles and her friends discover all kinds of deals and steals at the Atlanta Shoe and Purse Expo. While relaxing in the restaurant of a neighboring hotel, Jewel heads to the ladies room, but nearly trips over a geeky, but surprisingly handsome man. Ben Wook Sun, NASA scientist and Star Trek® lover, didn’t understand why beautiful women like Jewel Isles insisted on dating men who lacked intellectual depth. Adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, Ben made the conscious decision to convince Jewel that he was the best for her—period. It didn’t take a muscle-bound brute to scoop her up and whisk her away. He was more than capable. But first, he had to get her to go out on a date with him. Astrophysics, this wasn’t.