Coming Soon

Heh. I said "coming." (Sorry. Too much caffeine makes me channel Beavis and Butthead. Could be worse. When I'm REALLY wired, I talk like Patrick from SpongeBob. It terrifies my children. "Run away! Run away! She's PATRICK again!")

So, yeah. This is the cover art for the "Risk" AmberPax due out from Amber Quill Press in March, which will include my novella entitled DIRTY SHAME. The theme for this collection is "sex in public places." But I bet you sharp cookies with actual eyes in your actual heads already guessed that, didn't you? (Did I mention the whole "too much caffeine" thing?)

I'm seriously considering running a contest from my blog to promote this one. Something that requires a little effort, methinks. Like...send me your stories about your OWN little forays into exhibitionism. Randomly picked winners get a signed ARC (Kinkos print-bound). And then I'll post the bestest three stories here -- anonymously, of course. Unless you WANT me to identify you as the author of, "How I Did My Hubby in the Subway During Rush Hour."

All right then. Interested parties, keep your eyes peeled for the official announcement of this contest. In the meantime, I'm hard at work on SKIN DEEP (another AmberPax offering -- theme: "taboo love" -- due out in April, FLESH AND BONE (info on that novella can be found HERE) and my first attempt at writing M/M romance, HARDCORE, which will show up sometime in May in an anthology from Phaze.

Between that and the looming website movement and redesign, I expect to be far too busy to pay attention to stuff like...oh, I dunno...how much I hope there's a special seat in the hottest corner of Hell being prepped for Bill O'Reilly?

Just sayin'.

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*sigh*

Well, looks like there's no getting around it. With Blogger pretty much threatening my LIFE if I don't switch to Beta (yeah, I've heard it sucks, SO not gonna happen) and my web hosting and design software not being compatible with Mac, it seems I'll be moving and redesigning the whole shebang over the next month. Because THAT's how I wanna spend the bleak weeks of February.

In significantly more pleasant news, I've gotten a couple lovely reviews just lately:

4 Wands for TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT from Autiotalo at Enchanted Ramblings:
"Ms. March has created an extraordinary vision of the future and I hope she will write something longer that will better display her undeniable writing talent."

(Working on that, Autiotalo. For reals. And coincidentally, TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT is a featured title at Phaze this week.)

4 Angels for LIE TO ME from Tammy at Fallen Angel Reviews:
"Lie To Me is an adventurous romp through small town life with enticing characters and a tempting mystery. MaryJane is a strong woman who has tried to put her past behind her by changing her name and moving to a town where no one knows her. Drew has a tormented past and is on a mission to try and make up for his past mistakes with his current job. Selah March has penned an exciting tale that is packed full of comedy, witty banter, and sizzling hot scenes..."

Coming tomorrow, the cover art for AmberPax "Risk" collection, which includes my next release, DIRTY SHAME. Be forewarned -- this cover art is NOT work friendly. Yowza!

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Of iMacs and Reader Mail and Right Buggery Bastards

I’ve been lured to the Dark Side. Yes, it’s true. A week ago today, I began the big switcheroo from my PC (a Dell that’s seen better days to the tune of a twenty-minute reboot) to an iMac.

I won’t lie -- I resisted at first. Fear of the unknown is a right buggery bastard, oh yes it is. And for about fifteen hours -- whilst the cable company and Apple argued with me and each other over whom was to blame for my sudden inability to connect to the Internet -- my every darkest terror was vindicated. ‘Twas an agonized period, filled with tooth-gnashing and tearful recriminations.

And then some guy at the cable company flipped a switch or turned a dial and I was connected and I haven’t looked back since.

Adjustments will need to be made, of course. For example, in the very near future my website will have to be moved and redesigned because the proprietary design software owned by the hosting company doesn’t run on a Mac. I call that shortsighted on their part, but whatcha gonna do? And to my amazement, Blogger and Safari are not perfectly compatible in that I can't create links or mess with the size or color of my type -- hence the teeny whiteness of these words. So I'll likely have to switch over to Typepad or some such in the next month or two. Sucks.

But frankly, the ZERO-minute reboot time on this baby makes up for the eventual inconvenience of a website overhaul. Not to mention the fact that it never freezes when I try to do too many things at once. Never even slows down. It’s like a really good lover -- one who can multi-task in bed. There’s nothing like a guy who knows how to use his hands and mouth at the same...

All right, that’s enough of that.

In other news, HER BLACK LITTLE HEART is the Book of the Week over at the Amber Heat division of Amber Quill Press, which is nice. And which I'd link to, but...no link capability. So I'll trust you to find your own way.*

Lastly, I got the most amazing letter from a reader the other day. She praised my “gritty” stories, and my heroines who seem like real, flawed women. Her letter gave me hope that there is room for me and my “different” kind of work within the world of Romance fiction. Thanks, B. :)

*My bestest girl Barb Ferrer explained the marvel of Firefox, and now I'm all better. Yay! Screw you, PC-to-Mac learning curve!

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I saw Mommy maiming Santa Claus...

Okay, this is the deal: Christmas -- and, in fact, the entire 2006 Holiday Season -- tried to eat my face.

It was a bloody battle. I nearly surrendered when the fully-decorated tree fell down in the middle of the living room -- FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THREE DAYS -- an hour before my parents were due to arrive. I completed my shopping on the 24th, and my wrapping with literally moments to spare. The ham was overcooked, as were the green beans, because I was worried about the eggnog.

And that was just Round 1. Christmas with the inlaws in the wilds of Western Pennsylvania was Round 2, and if you’ve never driven six hours through the pouring rain in weekend traffic with three bickering children, a brewing migraine, and broken windshield wipers? I recommend it as a test of a mother’s love. Mine is in damned fine shape, as proven by the fact that all three spawn continue to breathe without the assistance of a tube.

And heaven bless patient editors. If I ever again undertake to meet two deadlines within days of Christmas? Well, never mind. It’ll never happen. I think my husband will see me buried under the house first.

“I don’t know, officer. She was here last night. Telling me about her brand new story that’s due on New Year’s Eve. Seemed real excited about it. Then -- poof. She was gone. Left her van, her clothes...even her purse. Don’t know where she went, but we sure will miss her. Eggnog? It’s really good. Yeah, she always did make great eggnog. Oh, mind the tree. It’s a little wobbly.”

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