Saturday, June 26, 2010

Win a Sony eReader and join the celebration of Lions' Pride

Lions' Pride releases in print on July 6. (I bet you're sick of hearing that by now.) To celebrate, I'm joining in Tilly Greene's amazing Huge Reader Contest. This month, all month long, she's been telling readers to comment on her blog for a chance to win a Sony eReader (pink--sorry, guys but I bet I know someone who can make you a nice black leather case for it) or bunches of swag.

And today it's my turn to do a guest post featuring Lions' Pride. Go forth and comment. Comment on some of the older posts too. I'd love to see one of my readers win, since I'm not eligible.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Foxes' Den is on the Samhain coming soon page.

And isn't the cover GORGEOUS?

Friday, June 18, 2010

If I'm a legend, how come I have to go to work today?

This just in (via my amazing coauthor Dayle, whose Google alerts must work better than mine).

Editor, sexuality educator/activist and all around phenomenal woman Violet Blue was talking on her blog about her new, Independent Book Publishers Award winning anthology Sweet Love: Erotic Fantasies for Couples and said this:

"The book includes legendary erotica heavy-hitters such as... Andrea Dayle [that's Dayle] ... Teresa Noelle Roberts...and many more."

We're legendary erotica heavy-hitters? Who, me? I haven't hit anyone since one drunken night in college when Gregg's ex-boyfriend got too obnoxious. (The folks I used to fence with can verify I can't even hit bring myself anyone with a pointy object if they're in proper protective gear!)

The book includes such real erotica legends as Thomas Roche, Alison Tyler (both of whom have edited me in the past) and a slew of others. I'm honored even to be there, let alone compared to such greats.

Later I'll have more exciting news, but my time here is done. Boy howdy is it!

CAVEAT: Violet Blue's site isn't even remotely safe for work. It's tasteful and fun and not likely to offend most of my regular readers, but it's not for the office.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Squee! Books! I have books!

Please note the actual, 3-D books!, with spines and shiny paper covers. They're real! They really exist! They're available for pre-order on and, I'm sure, other online bookstores as well. And they're coming soon to a bookstore near you, though in smaller or more conservative communities, you may need them special-ordered. So special order them--annoy the stuffy!

And check back soon. I'm going to be giving away one of those pretty shiny books right here!

In other exciting news, I'm blogging today at Dawn's Reading Nook, aka Loves Books and More. Drop in!

And Foxes' Den is on the Samhain "Coming Soon" page. Alas, my cover isn't ready, but I've seen an early version and it's gonna be gorgeous!

Enough bragging for now. Must get to work.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

We interrupt this internet

to tell you Foxes' Den has a new and improved release date of August 3, 2010.

The sooner the better, I say!

And to celebrate, here's an excerpt:

The being who currently called herself Akane Moritomo froze.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled, not entirely unpleasantly.

Someone recognized her for what she was. The curse had left her with that pathetically small power, to know such things.

No one had recognized her in decades. Even trapped in this form, she’d occasionally be spotted in Japan. But never in America.

This time, she had been.

Cautiously, pretending she was retying her boot, she scanned the people around her, looking for someone who was not the ordinary human he or she appeared to be.

The Agency?

Her heart raced, though once she would have scoffed at mortals trying to capture her. If the Agency discovered she was a non-human Different passing for human, even though she’d taken care to do no harm in this form, she might be deported back to Japan. The shame of that would be unendurable. The confinement beforehand would be worse.

She’d die inside. But trapped in human form, she couldn’t even will her own fading as a kitsune should when her heart was broken.

Something caught the sharper senses that still simmered below the dull human form. Someone in the outdoor café was not what they appeared. Might be Agency. Might be a potential ally. In either case, it was worth checking out. These days she might not be able to perceive more than, say, a half-trained mortal witch, but any information was better than operating blind.

It wasn’t the dreadlocked student bent over her books or the old couple sharing a piece of cake. She turned her attention to the two young men holding hands at a table off to the side.

For a second, she studied them with her merely human senses, appreciating the view. One was tall and elegantly lean and so blue-eyed she could make it out from across the street, his dark hair worn long and loose, waving past his shoulders in a sweep most women would envy. The other was shorter and solidly built, broad shouldered, with a collar-length, red ponytail and a warm smile. Not for her, not from the way they seemed to shut out the street and its noise to be together in their own world. She knew better now. But their sheer beauty made her shiver.

Beauty didn’t prove a thing. Masao and Hiro had been beautiful too, and look where that had gotten her.

She turned her other senses, hampered though they were, on the handsome couple.

Maybe it was a good thing they didn’t work as well as they ought to. After so long in the human world, using human senses, she had to blink, protecting her eyes against the blinding glare of power from the dark-haired one. It poured off him in streams of healing white, herbalist green, psychic blue and the vivid crimson of sex magic.

Nothing dark, though. No demon taint or hint of blood magic on that one. Just strong, well-trained, positive power. The few times she’d met a witch in America, their magic was weak, wild, disordered, or tainted with impure practices. She’d known there were powerful witch families in America, but, as in Japan, they kept to themselves and came forward only when they felt there was need.

Had her need for release finally called out to one of them?

His power certainly called to her. He might have the knowledge to free her after two hundred years of suffering. It was unlikely—after all, the conditions of her curse were stringent and specific—but if anyone would know how to get around them, it would be a strong, well-trained witch with powerful red magic.

And if he didn’t have a clue? At this point in her unwanted mortal life, Akane would take what fun she could get, and chatting with a handsome man would brighten her day.

Even if he was holding hands with another handsome man, which meant he was off-limits.

She crossed the street without looking, shrugging off the squeal of brakes and the “Hey, watch it!” from a bike messenger who barely missed her.

It was only when she got closer that she sensed what his partner was.


Not like her. He had the sweet, hot, alluring smell of mortality on him as much as any human, and besides, there were no males of her kind. A dual-natured one, with a fox who walked inside his human appearance, waiting to come out to play.