Thursday, August 30, 2007
It also means we're vigilant about our private lives, to some extent. We don't go around sharing our home addresses. In some cases, we use a pen name AT ALL TIMES we're the author persona, we don't tell anyone where we live, past a state...which may not even be true, because some of us live in areas or have family that would skewer us socially for writing sex or even romance...and some of us would conceivably lose our jobs over what we write.
Now, I've always been an advocate for using a pen name, even on your copyright page (and I will not sign with a publisher that won't allow me that). I've always been a proponent of having a PO Box, though that's not always a help in a small town, admittedly. I've always suggested putting your pen name as a "business name" on your checking account, because you can accept money orders made out to the pen name, if you do. I've always believed this would give authors an opaque though not completely solid wall of protection. And, it does...until someone does something stupid.
Such stupid thing started for some authors when one of the two indie/e publishers to recently do so filed bankruptcy.
Now, I won't rehash my feelings and the flawed essence of the current bankruptcy laws and how they negatively impact the rights of authors to earn a living. That is something that really needs to change, and the only way it's going to change is by authors contacting their congressmen and senators with demands for changes in the bankruptcy laws, but that's not what we're here to talk about today.
We're here to talk about the "veil of a pen name" and how that veil can be ripped away and irreparable harm done to authors, in the process.
Step one: The publisher files bankruptcy and lists authors as creditors. The authors are owed money from the publisher, so this has to happen. Authors are further named under the "assets" section, since their contracts are tied up in the bankruptcy. The courts are going to insist that the legal names and addresses of the authors be listed in the court paperwork, which is admittedly a public record.
HOWEVER, those records are not searchable by Google or other search engines, so the author still has a modicum of privacy, in that the someone would have to go into the database, pay to access the records, know which records they want and know how to interpret everything to find the authors. Not impossible but expensive and time consuming.
Step two: Some eager-beaver blog that purports to "protect authors" has to have its collective head so far up a spacious posterior as to think it's a "good idea" to download said legal documents and post them, in their entirety, to their blog site, in an effort to "protect authors."
You read that right. In order to "protect authors," this site, which I will not name, out of courtesy to the authors still attempting to get the Google trail of this idiocy removed, because I know what protecting an erotic author means... It means you don't OUT them. You don't risk their jobs and personal life by posting their information on a searchable forum. It means that just because you CAN access it, doesn't mean you SHOULD post it for the world at large.
What I find most amusing is that the bloggers involved feel justified in doing this, because they are "protecting authors." In fact, there was nothing about protecting authors in this act. They certainly weren't protecting the authors of the defunct publisher, since outing them is patently dangerous to them, in some cases. And, there was no way that the names and addresses of the affected authors was information that would have helped any other author out there.
They feel justified--or did, until they'd had enough complaints to open their eyes that the decision to post the information was a highly unpopular one with authors--because the information was already "public record." As I said, just because you CAN doesn't mean you SHOULD.
So, no matter what steps you take to protect your identity, always be aware that there are those who don't think before they act. Not that I would tell anyone not to write what calls to them, but this fiasco has been an eye-opener to many authors, and I hope the learning experience will stop other blog-owners from doing something equally ill-advised.
That said, what's new from me? FAIRY DREAMS is on pre-sale at Mundania. FORBIDDEN LOVE: SACRED BANDS will be releasing from Under The Moon/Final Sword Productions on Sept 6th. And, I just learned that THE LAST OF FION'S DAUGHTERS will be releasing in print in Feb 2008 from Phaze!
Oh, and don't forget that the EPPIE (for published e-books) will open for entries on Sept 1. You can read the new guidelines at this link. Shortly after EPPIE closes, the QUASAR (for e-book cover art) will be opening. You can find out about QUASAR at the same link.
Until next month...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Mammogram day. I just got home. The timing is fortuitous, given the recent release of Coming Together: For the Cure, huh? I love the image above (and want it on a T-shirt), even though the editor in me is screaming: It's FRESHLY SQUEEZED!
Anyway, in my typical duller-than-dirt promo way, I'll cut to the chase: Please take the Comment: For the Cure blog tour, if you haven't already done so, and leave a comment on each. You'll be raising $$$ for a great cause, and you may win a book in the process.
peace & passion, y'all *squeeze*
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
You've got until September 15th to answer the following questions. Send your answers to: firstname.lastname@example.org, with the subject line: "Duke's Contest". All answers can be found throughout my posts today and on our shared website.
I'll draw a name from all the correct answers and the winner will receive a copy of The Duke's Husband!
1) What is Jay's last name? (Hint: It's not the name he gives Devon when they meet.)
2) In what country do Jay and Devon meet?
3) How old is Devon?
Not too far away, Mary Price, a well-known socialite, attempted to woo Jay's nephew—a handsome young man of eighteen. Jay chuckled to himself, quite happy to watch the older woman seduce a man who would make horrendous faces behind her back while Jay watched.
If he had to choose the life of the party, it would be William. Jay's nephew was a brilliant, strapping young man with his head in politics—precisely the reason, among others, that Jay was simply holding the lands and titles for him. For himself, Jay just wanted a normal life.
As he scanned the room once more, Jay spotted one lone, young man hovering near the open balcony doors. From the indecisive look on the man's face, it was clear he might be attempting an escape. He also seemed to be the only one in the entire room wearing jeans. Short, curly blond hair caught the light from the chandeliers above, and silver flicks of light danced in his hair with the movement of his head.
To say that Jay was intrigued would have been an understatement. He wasn't sure if it was the look of sheer boredom on the man's face, or the almost sinfully tight jeans. Whatever it was, he moved toward the man before he'd even realized it.
"Good evening," he said, offering his hand.
For a brief moment, the stranger appeared startled, as though caught doing something he shouldn't. The look faded as a bit of a smile took its place. Taking hold of Jay's hand, he shook it firmly before releasing it. "Hello.Would it be rude to ask who you are?"
Jay smiled in earnest for the first time all day. "Jay Alistair. And you?"
"Devon Brooks. I can't remember any of the names I heard today. But my mother thinks these people are important enough for me to exert myself."
Cocking his head to the side, Jay asked, "Do you drink?"
"Well, where I come from, I'm not of legal drinking age, but I guess I am here."
"How old are you?" Jay asked pointedly.
"Nineteen. Why?" Giving him a quizzical look, Devon shrugged slightly.
"Excellent." Setting his wine glass on a nearby table, Jay turned back to Devon and leaned close, whispering conspiratorially in his ear. "There's a pub just outside of town. Join me? I'll buy you a pint or two. You look about as out of place here as I feel."
Dev glanced quickly over his shoulder. He nodded, looking a great deal relieved. "You're the only one to approach me without my mother having to drag you. Yeah, I'm really out of place and could use a drink or two."
Taking a quick look around, Jay spotted his mother. She was thoroughly engrossed in a five-way conversation. Smirking, he looked back at Devon. "Follow me. We'll use the cook's entrance; otherwise, we're likely to be spotted."
He headed for a door off to the side, almost hidden by an ornate, white marble column. With a quick glance around, he opened the door and held it for Dev.
Following silently behind this new but far more interesting gentleman, Dev slipped through the doorway. The whole time his eyes had been on his mother, hoping she wouldn't notice him taking off. Closing the door, Jay let out what sounded like a sigh of relief.
"We'll go through the kitchen. The cooks won't say anything."
He led the way down the short hall to the kitchen, which was bustling and hectic. People were everywhere, scrambling to get the food and drinks out to the guests in the main ballroom. Sneaking silently into the kitchen, Jay stayed near the far right wall, nodding here and there before tugging open a heavy wooden door.
"After you," he said with a grin.
"I'll probably pay for this later, you know?" Dev headed outside. A part of him felt a bit guilty about it, but he was having fun.
"So will I," Jay said as he closed the door behind them, "especially if my mum finds out."
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The (unofficial) blurb:
Jay Wharton and Devon Brooks meet and fall in love in merry ole England. Only everything isn't so merry. Jay is the Duke of Wharton, and his mother doesn't care for his relationship with Devon. The Duchess' schemes drive Devon from England back to the United States.
Unwilling to let Devon go, Jay follows him to the States and proposes to him. Devon agrees to marry him, and they are wed in a beautiful ceremony in Canada.
What should be the start of a new life together, however, slowly begins to take on a nightmarish quality. Is the love they have for each other strong enough to withstand the trials?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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peace & passion,
~ Alessia Brio, editor
Coming Together: For the Cure
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Jake leaned down closer, lessening the gap between their faces
slightly. His arms were on either side of her body and she felt encircled
by the full, masculine form. It was a good feeling, one she hadn't
experienced in so long that she nearly didn't recall how wonderful it was
to be this close to a man.
When his lips touched hers a flash of white-hot heat shot up her
spine. With only a fraction of a second's hesitation, her lips responded to
the gentle touch of his and within moments they were pressed together in
the doorway. Their arms were around each other and their bodies already
lost to the desires neither of them knew were so close to the surface.
Carrie pulled Jake into her room and he kicked the door closed
behind them. While they were at dinner some thoughtful hotel employee
had lit a fire. It crackled warmly in the small brick fireplace as their
bodies moved toward it, like moths to a flame. When Carrie's back
settled onto the plush hearth rug and his body covered hers it felt as
natural as anything ever had.
"Carrie," moaned Jake, pulling his lips from hers. He looked down
at her, saw her flushed face and wide green eyes and moaned a second
time. "I want you, Carrie. You feel so damn good—so damn—oh!"
His eyebrows lifted in surprise at the touch of her hand on his ass,
pulling his hardness against her hip. Her firm grip left no doubt about
what she wanted to feel pressed to her body.
"Ah," he said, dropping his mouth to hers.
Hope you enjoyed!!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Wanton Quill
Welcome to Jude Mason's Wanton Quill. I hope you've all had a spectacular month. Mine has been busy, which is good, and productive, which is very good.Why don't you grab a cup of your favorite beverage, and I'll tell you all about what's been going on.
Vacation, Shoon, and what about those deer…
413 Remembrance Lane: Diary of a House
Find out when and where you can chat with me.
Find out what new releases will be coming out in the next month or so.
You betcha. New stuff and here's the url: http://www.my-haven2001.com/
Two awesome reviews
A scorcher this month from a book being released from Phaze later this month, called Amber's Toy.
Monday, August 13, 2007
A blood-pumping vampire urban fantasy, a steam punk futuristic science fiction, a sensual time-travel and a gritty contemporary--these four steamy tales of erotic romance, each uniquely different from the other and all set in New York's famed Grand Central Terminal, are guaranteed to ignite your fantasies.
"And Then There Were" by Vivien Dean
What demon hunter Ryan Nixon thinks is a routine hunt in Grand Central Station turns into an orchestrated nightmare when the vampires turn the tables. Corralled with some of the best hunters in the world, Ryan comes face to face with the woman who saved his life a decade earlier. Tala Mamola is beautiful, deadly, and the object of his hero worship. Together, they must figure out a way to break the spell trapping them in the station, or together, they will die
"Scorpion's Orchid" by Eva Gale
Dr. Martin Detweiller has been searching for a way to save the mutant Scorpicos youth for years, and he may have found a cure. A hormone precursor from the rarest orchid in the world. But Katerina Metrenko, the orchid smuggler won't sell them to him no matter how much he offers.
Katerina is a mother to a gaggle of orphans, and if she doesn't keep paying City Officials they'll take her children to the Salt Mines. When Doc corners Katerina during a shipment, he comes up with a solution that might help them both. Get married. At least he thought that would be a solution.
"Railroad Standard Time" by Philippa Grey-Gerou
Grand Central Terminal is known as the crossroads of the world. Dani Whitehall didn't realize how true that was until the day she ran into the enigmatic Trev Sutcliffe on the main concourse. Dani finds herself drawn to this dashing stranger, little knowing that the secrets he keeps will show her New York in a way she could never have imagined...
“Beneath the Surface” by Cat Johnson
A secret lies deep below the streets of New York and it is Rick Jones’ task to discover it. But who he encounters inside Grand Central Terminal is far more intriguing than what he was hired to find, that being Beth, the smart, sexy and slightly socially-awkward conservation expert more concerned with preserving history than creating her own. Rick is a determined man, but can he both solve the mystery as well as free the sexual creature he is sure Beth is hiding just beneath the surface?
Sunday, August 12, 2007
"Few things reveal character as immediately and profoundly as the way someone makes love. And since the best stories are always character driven, what better way to get to know the players than by the way they make love? Call it erotic fiction if you like -- it certainly is erotic -- but once you get past the heat and the breathlessness, you'll see these stories for what they really are: tales of the intensely private, the palpably real, the profoundly human."
~ Barry Eisler, NYT Bestselling Author
Saturday, August 11, 2007
And there are balloons! Who could ask for anything more?
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Friday, August 10, 2007
Today this was in my spam folder (and I have no clue why google put its own alert in the spam folder-- but this is why I check). Twice the Cowboy has been etched.
hecclestravel -- Scroll down a bit
I'm rather tickled that the cover of my book has inspired another artist to create something. Now, granted, the cover was designed by Kat using a photo from a stock photo collection... but I wrote the gay cowboys. Art inspires art. I like it.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
There is a certain house in
It is the house, steeped in history and the emotions of those who have lived there? Or perhaps the legend goes a little deeper.
'Midnight Confession' by Cheri Valmont offers a journey to the wild, untamed settlement of 1750s
Serena Duclos is torn between two men and one very extraordinary request. Luckily, she lives in a house where wishes can come true and passion isn't always defined by convention ... in Emma Wildes' 'An Extraordinary Request'
In Jude Mason's 'Of Death and Desire', Jonathan Strand moves himself and his terminally ill lover, Philip, to one of the lovely historical houses of
In 'The War Within' By D. Musgrave, William Beauregard returns from WWII, only to find the visions of the death and destruction haunting him still. He can't shake them and it's pushed him away from his wife, Sheila. These hauntings, have him afraid of the voices and images and worries he may lash out at them, hurting his wife. To rid himself of the ghosts, he must take a huge risk, one that could lose his wife to him for ever.
In 'Let The Sunshine In' by Jamie Hill, Scott and Terri Walker move to
Mix in an old house, a magic diary, a sexy young college student and a sinfully handsome vampire and you've got a story sure to stir the... blood in Skyler Grey's 'My Vampire, My Love'.
Natasha has come to regret the choices she has made in her life, the biggest one being turning away from the one woman she had ever loved. But thanks to a late night visit from a succubus and the diary of
Now available from Phaze!