May 25, 2009

The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn - Release Party June 1



Come to my Monday, June 1 chat for the release of my paranormal erotic romance, "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn". This book is published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. The chat will be live in the Midnight Seductions chat room from 8 until 10 pm EST. Here's the link to the chat room:

http://midnightseductions.webs.com/chatroom.htm

Also, anyone who buys "The Haunting of the Sandpiper Inn" will get a free read from me - my short sweet (no sex) paranormal fantasy "The Storm". All you need do is e-mail me proof that you bought "Sandpiper Inn", and I will send you the free read. Isn't that special?

I love ghosts, and this is a haunted house romance novel set in the fictitious town of Norwich, on the northeast coast of Massachusetts, where I just happen to live. The book will be released in June, 2009.

I've relied on my love of a good ghost story and my penchant for bringing unusual characters together when penning this fun little tale. My main character, Martha Ellis McKay, is a psychic who is writing a book called "Haunted Cape Ann", so that she can pay her electric bill, rent, and World of Warcraft habit. However, deep down she is a skeptic who doesn't take kindly to the fake mediums out there. Ellis is a grouch who has most of my good - and bad - qualities. I like this character very much. She meets her match in John "Beck" Becker, the resident skeptic of a ghost hunting team who is also on hand to investigate the Sandpiper Inn.

Here is an excerpt:



"I’ve heard of the Sandpiper Inn, but I've never been to it before," Jim said. "Beck has been with us for four investigations so far, and he's been invaluable. It's good to have a skeptic on the team because he keeps us honest."

"I suppose he also helps you find everyday explanations for what you might mistake as phenomenon."

"Yes, he has. He's a professional photographer, and he's debunked quite a few photos fans had mailed to us."

He Who Must Boast About Himself spoke up again.

"He does good work, but he's a little too skeptical of psychics for my taste. I've contacted a large number of entities, yet Beck has his doubts. It would be interesting if he suddenly believes in psychics because of you. I've bent over backward trying to convince him we are for real, but he has his doubts."

Could be because you’re such a pompous ass.

"For instance, I sense… What was that, White Feather? A fisherman?" He closed his eyes and held his hands out in front of him as if he expected to poke a ghost in the chest with his fingers. Ellis had to give him credit for putting on a good performance. His eyes burst open, and his gaze panned around everyone at the table.

"There is the spirit of a fisherman in this building! This was not always a restaurant!"

My, but he looked very satisfied with himself. Ellis wanted to burst his bubble so badly she couldn't resist putting him in his place.

"Of course it wasn't always a restaurant," Ellis said. "If you read the sign on the street, you'd know this cottage used to be temporary housing for fishermen who cleaned their catch when they returned from sea. It was not originally built as a restaurant, although I'm looking forward to the food."

She felt a hand brush her leg. Beck held his hand in front of his mouth, trying his best to stifle a laugh. He clearly enjoyed Ellis ribbing Alan Horner.

"Are you mocking me, Miss McKay?" Horner sounded miffed since she took the wind out of his sails by telling him any idiot could have ascertained the building was originally a fisherman's hut.

"Not at all. I'm just saying the information you have could have been found elsewhere. Any skeptic would point those facts out."

"You beat me to it, Ms. McKay," Beck said with a grin so wide it threatened to split his head in half. To her relief, Beck saw she had a level head on her shoulders. She wasn't one of those wispy psychics who saw spirits roaming in every corner. She wanted to convince him not only was she the Real Deal, she had a skeptical mind of her own.

She also would do anything to prevent Beck from lumping her in with the likes of Alan Horner.

"So you doubt the spirit of a fisherman roams this building?" Horner sniffed.

"I honestly don’t know if one does. I didn't come here to contact spirits. I came to get a big bowl of clam chowder and a gin and tonic."

Beck laughed. He leaned toward Ellis and spoke in a quiet voice, obviously so Mr. Famous Psychic wouldn’t hear him.

"Well, it looks like you put Alan Horner in his place. That doesn't happen often enough, in my opinion."

"I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I'm just starving. I also don't like to make myself available to spirits on an empty stomach. I usually get headaches if I go hungry."

"Plus Alan Horner is a pompous ass."

Is he reading my mind?

"I never said a word."

"You don't have to. You don't like him. It's all over your body language."

"So I'm an open book. He grates on my nerves, and I don't even know him. Ghost sightings and contact are not nearly as common and exciting as television psychics make them out to be. Alan Horner included."

"I agree with you. I also find it interesting you would make such a comment since you claim you are psychic yourself."

"Being psychic is not very glamorous. Have you ever talked to dead people? They're boring. And the intelligence quotient could use improvement."

Beck laughed. "Now I have never heard anything of the sort before. You definitely have my interest, Ms. Martha Ellis McKay. Ghosts are boring? I had no idea."

"You truly don't. I hope deep down my stay is worth the effort, but I can get by with the chapter in my book. Legends are legends, after all. People want to believe, and I feel fine letting them know what the legends are."

“Even if you never experience manifestations.”

"I never said I don't experience manifestations. I do, mostly when someone has something important to say to me."

"Do you think someone at the Sandpiper Inn has something important to say to you?"

"I honestly don’t know. I hope so. It would be more than welcome."

"I'll admit I want the same thing. I may be a skeptic, but deep down I want to believe." He made a point of staring into her eyes. "If you actually contact someone I will be your biggest fan."

At his last words, her heart skipped a few beats. She was determined to win him over. Those hazel eyes looked very inviting. She could get lost in them. When she realized she stared into his eyes a little too long, she glanced away, feeling suddenly shy.

"Let me contact someone first. Okay?"

"You have a deal. Now let's enjoy the delicious clam chowder. I'm starving."

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May 20, 2009

Coming Soon - The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn

I'm so psyched! Whiskey Creek Press Torrid has accepted my paranormal erotic romance novel, "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn", for publication. W00T!!!!! I love ghosts, and this is a haunted house romance novel set in the fictitious town of Norwich, on the northeast coast of Massachusetts, where I just happen to live. The book will be released in June, 2009.

I've relied on my love of a good ghost story and my penchant for bringing unusual characters together when penning this fun little tale. My main character, Martha Ellis McKay, is a psychic who is writing a book called "Haunted Cape Ann", so that she can pay her electric bill, rent, and World of Warcraft habit. However, deep down she is a skeptic who doesn't take kindly to the fake mediums out there. Ellis is a grouch who has most of my good - and bad - qualities. I like this character very much. She meets her match in John "Beck" Becker, the resident skeptic of a ghost hunting team who is also on hand to investigate the Sandpiper Inn.

I'll update here and on my other sites as I get more information. This is my first full-length book published, and I'm very excited about it. Yahoo!!!!

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February 20, 2009

EXCERPT AND BUY LINKS: Sweet Spot

Monster Mash Front/Small Monster Mash Back/Small

"Sweet Spot" won the grand prize at the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards for "Best Short Horror Story". It walked away at Number 1!! Buy the anthology, and find out why!

P&E - Best Short Horror Story 2008

"Sweet Spot", one of my stories in "Monster Mash", is based on a real Irish legend called "The Fatal Phantom of Eringle Traugh". I've known about this legend since I was a kid, and it scared the hell out of me. I have turned it on its face in this story, and I know you will like it.

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Sweet Spot
Elizabeth Black
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Monster Mash Anthology
Word Count: 5,789
Genre: Erotic Horror

Buy it now!
http://tinyurl.com/647zoz

BLURB:
"The Sweet Spot" is erotic horror. That is my second erotic horror story ever published!! I based it on an Irish ghost legend.

Derek was warned to leave the cemetery after the funeral. The Hag haunted the graves, preying on grieving men and women. But all Derek could think of was revenge ... he should have left with the mourners.

EXCERPT:

"Are you coming to the house after the burial?"

"I might. I should get home, though. There's a storm brewing, and I don't want to get caught in it. I have a long drive ahead of me."

"I'm really glad you came, although I wish it wasn't for a funeral. We've been out of touch for too long. A phone call a few times per year just doesn't cut it."

Of course they'd been out of touch. After his disastrous relationship with Amelia, Derek couldn't create enough space between himself and Ipswich. Jason's frequent phone calls and invitations to hang out on their boat on the Essex River couldn't budge Jason from his apartment in Manchester.

The problem was how could he convey his disinterest in his old friends and family while dropping in on Ipswich unannounced? He was only here to check up on Amelia. After his wife left him because of his affairs, Amelia monopolized his obsessions. Could he have one fling with her before returning to Manchester? Could he fuck the hell out of her the way she liked it, and then dump her without so much as a goodbye the way she had dumped him? The bitch wasn't above a quickie. After all, that's what he was to her the year they dated, if you could call quick fucks in her car dating. She liked to be tied up, bound, and gagged. Derek was surprised she was submissive. He thought for sure she'd prefer to be dominant and in control, but he realized soon enough that being submissive put her in control. She refused to use a safe word, but he insisted on it. He ended up using their safe word much more than she did. He was always surprised by how far she wanted to go—gagged with a ball in her mouth; spanked until her ass was cherry pink, nipple clamps yanked on while she came hard on his dick. She liked it rough—the rougher the better. Their affair barely lasted twelve months, until she found better fresh meat to tear into. She had the typical bitch's excuse—he was too clingy. Figures. A woman's excuse got latched onto him. He was as clingy as anyone would be after being dumped with no explanation and being replaced by a silicone god wannabe with synthetic man boobs.

Was she still married? Her husband had to know she was as horny as a cat in heat, and she liked to satisfy her cravings with the hot bodies that gravitated to the town over the summer for vacation. Why did he care if she was married or not?

Somehow, Amelia managed to get under his skin again, and she hadn't even said two words to him. He would never admit to Jason that Amelia was the reason he returned to Ipswich; not his friends, not his family, and certainly not Jason. Still, he had to make up excuses before Jason grew suspicious.

"I'm glad I came, too. I wish it didn't have to be for Jim's funeral. How did we grow so far apart? We were tight when we were in college."

"Twenty years is a long time. We got married. Had kids. Started working. Moved. I guess all of us just drifted apart."

"I don't want to let that go on. You want to keep in touch more?"

"You bet I do. It's too bad it took Jim's funeral to bring us together again. We were inseparable all those years ago."

"Let's be inseparable again."

"Sounds good to me. The after-funeral get-together is at my house."

"Amelia isn't going to be here, is she?"

"Are you kidding, bro? That's not funny. Don't joke about that here, now. Just come to my house after we wrap up here. Don't spend any more time alone in this place than you need to."

"You think I'll see the hag or something?"

"You know the story. It appears to you in the form of what attracts you. A sexy woman if you're a guy, and a hot dude if you're a woman. You make a date to come back to her here at the graveyard, and you seal it with a kiss. You do return on the appointed date—in a coffin."

"What if you're gay?"

"Stop being facetious. You obviously still have it bad for Amelia. Why, I have no idea. The woman is poison. Come to my house for a late lunch. Don't you linger around here longer than you have to. No one does."

Amelia was his weak point, as Jason figured out. She was his Sweet Spot, that spot just below his collarbone where a quick thumb jab would render him stupid.

Derek never believed in the hag, but he thought it would be exciting to actually run across the old witch. That the hag would appear as Amelia didn't surprise him. The woman was a nightmare gone mad.

How could she be called a hag if she was a hot little number as he expected she would be? That's how she'd appear to him—as some luscious babe. He saw no reason to complain about that.

Posted on February 20, 2009 at 09:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

February 03, 2009

I Won The Preditors And Editors Award For "Best Short Horror Story"!!!

P&E - Best Short Horror Story 2008

Wow! I am so psyched! I won the Preditors and Editors Poll Award for "Best Short Horror Story" for my erotic horror short "Sweet Spot", which appears in the "Monster Mash" Halloween anthology published in October, 2008 by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. Above is the chip I got for winning the category. Boo-yah!!

I am very happy to win that award. I placed very well in the other categories, but this is the first time I've ever won a writing award. Here is an excerpt from "Sweet Spot", plus a link for you to go to WCPT to buy the book.

"Sweet Spot", one of my stories in "Monster Mash", is based on a real Irish legend called "The Fatal Phantom of Eringle Traugh". I've known about this legend since I was a kid, and it scared the hell out of me. I have turned it on its face in this story, and I know you will like it.

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Sweet Spot
Elizabeth Black
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Monster Mash Anthology
Word Count: 5,789
Genre: Erotic Horror

Buy it now!
Monster Mash Anthology: WCPT

BLURB:

"The Sweet Spot" is erotic horror. That is my second erotic horror story ever published!! I based it on an Irish ghost legend.

Derek was warned to leave the cemetery after the funeral. The Hag haunted the graves, preying on grieving men and women. But all Derek could think of was revenge ... he should have left with the mourners.

EXCERPT:

"Are you coming to the house after the burial?"

"I might. I should get home, though. There's a storm brewing, and I don't want to get caught in it. I have a long drive ahead of me."

"I'm really glad you came, although I wish it wasn't for a funeral. We've been out of touch for too long. A phone call a few times per year just doesn't cut it."

Of course they'd been out of touch. After his disastrous relationship with Amelia, Derek couldn't create enough space between himself and Ipswich. Jason's frequent phone calls and invitations to hang out on their boat on the Essex River couldn't budge Jason from his apartment in Manchester.

The problem was how could he convey his disinterest in his old friends and family while dropping in on Ipswich unannounced? He was only here to check up on Amelia. After his wife left him because of his affairs, Amelia monopolized his obsessions. Could he have one fling with her before returning to Manchester? Could he fuck the hell out of her the way she liked it, and then dump her without so much as a goodbye the way she had dumped him? The bitch wasn't above a quickie. After all, that's what he was to her the year they dated, if you could call quick fucks in her car dating. She liked to be tied up, bound, and gagged. Derek was surprised she was submissive. He thought for sure she'd prefer to be dominant and in control, but he realized soon enough that being submissive put her in control. She refused to use a safe word, but he insisted on it. He ended up using their safe word much more than she did. He was always surprised by how far she wanted to go—gagged with a ball in her mouth; spanked until her ass was cherry pink, nipple clamps yanked on while she came hard on his dick. She liked it rough—the rougher the better. Their affair barely lasted twelve months, until she found better fresh meat to tear into. She had the typical bitch's excuse—he was too clingy. Figures. A woman's excuse got latched onto him. He was as clingy as anyone would be after being dumped with no explanation and being replaced by a silicone god wannabe with synthetic man boobs.

Was she still married? Her husband had to know she was as horny as a cat in heat, and she liked to satisfy her cravings with the hot bodies that gravitated to the town over the summer for vacation. Why did he care if she was married or not?

Somehow, Amelia managed to get under his skin again, and she hadn't even said two words to him.He would never admit to Jason that Amelia was the reason he returned to Ipswich; not his friends, not his family, and certainly not Jason. Still, he had to make up excuses before Jason grew suspicious.

"I'm glad I came, too. I wish it didn't have to be for Jim's funeral. How did we grow so far apart? We were tight when we were in college."

"Twenty years is a long time. We got married. Had kids. Started working. Moved. I guess all of us just drifted apart."

"I don't want to let that go on. You want to keep in touch more?"

"You bet I do. It's too bad it took Jim's funeral to bring us together again. We were inseparable all those years ago."

"Let's be inseparable again."

"Sounds good to me. The after-funeral get-together is at my house."

"Amelia isn't going to be here, is she?"

"Are you kidding, bro? That's not funny. Don't joke about that here, now. Just come to my house after we wrap up here. Don't spend any more time alone in this place than you need to."

"You think I'll see the hag or something?"

"You know the story. It appears to you in the form of what attracts you. A sexy woman if you're a guy, and a hot dude if you're a woman. You make a date to come back to her here at the graveyard, and you seal it with a kiss. You do return on the appointed date—in a coffin."

"What if you're gay?"

"Stop being facetious. You obviously still have it bad for Amelia. Why, I have no idea. The woman is poison. Come to my house for a late lunch. Don't you linger around here longer than you have to. No one does."

Amelia was his weak point, as Jason figured out. She was his Sweet Spot, that spot just below his collarbone where a quick thumb jab would render him stupid.

Derek never believed in the hag, but he thought it would be exciting to actually run across the old witch. That the hag would appear as Amelia didn't surprise him. The woman was a nightmare gone mad.

How could she be called a hag if she was a hot little number as he expected she would be? That's how she'd appear to him—as some luscious babe. He saw no reason to complain about that.

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January 05, 2009

I'm Have A Good Showing At P&E!

I'm doing quite well in the tally. I'm in 12th place for Anthology for "Summer Heat". "Monster Mash" and "Ultimate Burlesque" are in 20th place for Anthology. I'm in 7th place for Authors. 2nd place in the Short Story Horror category for "Sweet Spot".

Other listings:

"Callipa The Stripper" - short story, 2nd place
"The Face In The Mirror" - short story, 10th place
"Mud Licker" - short story romance, 5th place
"Double Shift" - short story romance, 12th place
"Lost In Her Mouth" - short story romance 15th place
"Remote Controlled Fun" - short story romance, 16th place
"The Wandering Kat", short story romance, 17th place

I'd love to stay in 2nd place or higher for "Callipa The Stripper" and "Sweet Spot". I'd also love to stay in 12th place or higher for "Summer Heat". Here's the post with the links to the Preditors and Editors Polls. Keep me in the top 5. Heck I'd be happy with the top 10!

I'm Nominated At Preditors And Editors! Please Go Vote For Me!

Posted on January 5, 2009 at 12:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

January 04, 2009

I'm Nominated At Preditors And Editors. Vote For Me!

Update (scroll down below to get to the P&E Poll listings): Welcome, Pharyngulites! Thanks for dropping by! I have excerpts from some of my fiction on my blog and on Yahoo groups, since it's likely you'd want to read more of my works.

Here is an excerpt from "Mud Licker":

http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog/2008/12/im-posting-at-deadly-vixens-today.html

My "eXcessica" category on my blog has excerpts from the short stories "Caught!", "A Spanking Good Time", and "Double Shift" (in my anthology "Summer Heat"):

http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog/excessica/

That's a good start. The book covers on my sidebar are links to my books if you were interested in more than excerpts. "Mud Licker", the story you are familiar with, is in the first book listed - "Like A Myth", published by Circlet Press. Or sign up for my Yahoo groups. Both are linked on my sidebar. I include excerpts on both groups.

Enjoy!

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I'm nominated for numerous awards at the Preditors and Editors Poll. Go and vote for me!!

Horror Short Story
"Sweet Spot" by Elizabeth Black (Whiskey Creek Press Torrid)
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/shortstoryh.shtml

Romance Short Story
"Mud Licker" by Elizabeth Black (Circlet Press)
"Lost In Her Mouth" by Elizabeth Black (eXcessica)
"The Wandering Kat" by Elizabeth Black (eXcessica)
"Remote Controlled Fun" by Elizabeth Black (eXcessica)
"Double Shift" by Elizabeth Black (eXcessica)
"Smacking Her Lips" by Elizabeth Black (eXcessica)
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/shortstoryr.shtml

All Other Short Stories
"Callipa The Stripper" by Elizabeth Black (Xcite)
"The Face In The Mirror" by Elizabeth Black (Whiskey Creek Press Torrid)
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/shortstory.shtml

Anthologies
"Summer Heat" by eXcessica
"Ultimate Burlesque" Xcite
"Monster Mash" by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/antho.shtml

Authors
Elizabeth Black http://www.critters.org/predpoll/author.shtml

Posted on January 4, 2009 at 10:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

December 18, 2008

I'm Posting At Deadly Vixens Today!

Succubus Pictures, Images and Photos

Update December 19, 2008: Welcome again Pharyngulites and other guests! The contest to win a copy of the book of erotic short stories "Monster Mash" is now closed, and a winner was selected last night. If you'd like to buy "Monster Mash", please go to this link and pick up your copy. I wrote "Sweet Spot" (erotic horror) and "The Face In The Mirror" (paranormal erotic romance) for "Monster Mash".

Monster Mash - Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

If you are interested in the book of unusual mythology, called "Like A Myth", in which my short story "Mud Licker" appears, it is now available for sale at Circlet Press. Here are links for you to purchase the book:

Like A Myth (Palm/ereader format)

Like A Myth (PDF format)

Once again, thank you so much for visiting my blog, the Deadly Vixens blog, and entering my contest. Feel free to read the rest of my blog for sexy articles and sex toy reviews. Sex toys make wonderful holiday gifts, too.

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Update: Welcome Pharyngulites and other guests! Thanks for visiting my blog today. Please feel free to read as much as you like, including my "do your pets watch you while you have sex" post, my newest blog post for today. Also, if you're looking for the perfect gift for someone you love, check out my sex toys reviews category. I review sex toys, and I have found lots of good ones. Perfect holiday gifts.

Once again, welcome!!

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I'm at the Deadly Vixens Blog today, talking about my love for unusual paranormal creatures. There is a very unusual one in my short story "Mud Licker", and I include an excerpt that has not been posted elsewhere. "Mud Licker" will appear in the Circlet Press anthology "Like A Myth", to be released in 2009.

Leave a comment and get a chance to win a copy of "Monster Mash", an anthology of short erotic stories published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. My stories "Sweet Spot" and "The Face In The Mirror" appear in that book. YOU MUST LEAVE YOUR COMMENT AT THE DEADLY VIXENS BLOG TODAY, DECEMBER 18, 2008, TO BE ELIGIBLE.

Here's the linky goodness:

http://www.thedeadlyvixens.com/2008/12/please-welcome-authorelizabeth-black.html

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Update December 19, 2008: Here's an excerpt from "Mud Licker", which is a paranormal erotica tale based on Japanese folklore. The creature in question is a squat red thing that cleans bathrooms with its two foot long tongue. Imagine what else that tongue is good for, and you have my story.

I found many paranormal creatures from folklore that were much more interesting than the usual vamps and werewolves. Asian creatures (esp. Japanese) really caught my attention. I will definitely look more into unusual folklore for story ideas in the future.

Here is an excerpt from "Mud Licker", which is now available for sale. Buy links are at the top of this post.
Breathing slow and steady, she dozed off. The warm water made her feel drowsy. As she rested, she felt something soft like a finger between her big and middle toes. The finger moved in between each of her toes, massaging gently with slow, fluid movements. Nanako moaned at the delightful touch. She hadn't had a dream like this in a long time, and it was nice to have a pleasant dream rather than a stressful nightmare for a change. The finger pressed against her arches in a back and forth motion, making her skin tingle. Ah, you found one of my erogenous zones. I love to have my arches massaged. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the gentle touch.

The finger slid down from her toes and wrapped around her ankle, using that slow, back and forth, very gentle motion. There was something strange about the massage that at first she couldn't put her finger on because it felt so good, but she soon realized that she felt as if something licked her feet! Curious, she pulled away the washcloth, and opened her eyes.

Crouched at the foot of the tub was a small, misshapen creature, the color of brick, with long, spindly arms, legs that stuck out like tree limbs, and a thick tongue stretched out nearly two feet. That tongue wrapped around her left ankle.

Nanako screamed. The creature shrieked, leaped high into the air, and crashed against the ceiling.

"Get away from me, you pervert! Sick, toe sucking pervert!" What the hell is that thing?

It knocked the feng shui plaque onto the floor. The basket of soaps flew across the room as the creature crashed against the walls. Surprisingly, the lit candles stayed in place, casting the creature's shadow around the room. Flaying her arms around her body to keep it at a distance, Nanako slid about the tub trying to gain some traction. The creature banged the lid of the toilet open against the tank, and jumped into the blue water. Nanako leaped from the tub, and slammed the lid down. The creature banged against the lid, trying to get out. Terrified, Nanako sat on the lid to keep the thing safely inside the toilet. Her body jumped each time the thing slammed against the lid. In retaliation, and also overcome by fear and disgust, she flushed the toilet.

Wary that if she stood too soon the creature would emerge from the toilet and bounce around her bathroom again, she sat still and tensed, holding her hands against the lid to prevent it from coming up. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Now I know why the rent is so cheap.

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November 05, 2008

I Got Me A Contract!!!!

I'm so psyched! Whiskey Creek Press Torrid just accepted my paranormal erotic romance novel, "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn", for publication. W00T!!!!! I love ghosts, and this is a haunted house romance novel set in the fictitious town of Norwich, on the northeast coast of Massachusetts, where I just happen to live.

I've relied on my love of a good ghost story and my penchant for bringing unusual characters together when penning this fun little tale. My main character, Martha Ellis McKay, is a psychic who is writing a book called "Haunted Cape Ann", so that she can pay her electric bill, rent, and World of Warcraft habit. However, deep down she is a skeptic who doesn't take kindly to the fake mediums out there. Ellis is a grouch who has most of my good - and bad - qualities. I like this character very much. She meets her match in John "Beck" Becker, the resident skeptic of a ghost hunting team who is also on hand to investigate the Sandpiper Inn.

I'll update here and on my other sites as I get more information. I already handed in my contract. This is my first full-length book published, and I'm very excited about it. Yahoo!!!!

Posted on November 5, 2008 at 05:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)