Bump in the Night and Other Scary Things!


It’s dark here. Windy, too. Time for a short little campfire story, I do believe. And yes, I have been watching too much American Horror Story, why do you ask?

It was a dark and windy night. I wanted to hang the Halloween decorations, but the idea of putting holes in the wall simply scared me to death. All the spackling, painting…the madness.

So I hunted for the removable tack thingys. Yes, they are called thingys…where’s my flashlight. OK, so looking around the house for the tack thingys. I realized there weren’t any with sticky on them. I’d need to go outside to the camper.

Well, crap.

No lights. It’s dark. Windy. No DH to send out there. And all I have is a little flashlight. But I need to put up the decorations. I’m not even sure why, but I know I just need to.

I pulled up my big girl pants, grab the flashlight and head outside. The door slams shut in a BANG. Dangit. I didn’t want that. I twisted the knob on the flashlight. There’s light, but it’s little. Crud. Fine, I need those stupid tacky things.

The gravel crunched underfoot and the wind whipped my hair into my eyes. The camper isn’t far away, but it’s still darn dark. I opened the door to the camper and damn it, the thing isn’t plugged in – don’t ask me why I thought it should be – so there’s no light in it. Flashlight, don’t fail me now.

I grabbed the tacky things and make my way back out of the camper when I see it. Crap. I can’t get the flashlight in the right direction to see what it was, but there was something moving out there. MOVING.

Oh my dog… I’m trying to breathe, but yeah, I’m scared. Where was that thing? And why in hell am I checking rather than running like hell into the house? I’ve got a death wish? Maybe. Nosy? Absolutely.

I finally get the light on whatever it was I saw move. It’s five feet tall. Silvery. Waving. Not focusing. OH CRAP!!

Now I finally run. But did I bother to close the camper door? DAMN. Fine. I don’t really want to go back, but I’m not too far away.

I checked and yes, it’s shut and shut tight. Phew. But that thing is still out there. I still can’t figure out what it is. My mind has wandered. Is it the little girl next door? She does escape without detection sometimes. Is it her older brother? A raccoon? Skunk? An escaped convict that I didn’t see anything about on the news?

Suddenly, my big girl pants aren’t so big. I got the heck out of there and ran for the house. My heart pounds for the rest of the night but there’s no way I’m going back out to see what the thing was.

The next morning, after a fretful night of tossing and turning – I mean, someone could be on my property…I saw Halloween. Anything is possible – I mention the occurrence to DH.

“Um, that’s a tree.”

A tree? Can’t be. That’s the pit for the pond. There’s no trees. I ran outside in the bright light of day.

What did I learn?

It was a damned tree.
I get freaked out way too easily.
AND
I’m getting a freaking-big flashlight.

Sadly, this is a true story. I can’t even change the name to protect the innocent as I am the goofball who was scared by a tree…

~ ~

But since this is my last post of the night and I’ve proven I’m quite human and fallible, here’s a sexy snippet of my ghost story, Careless Whisper. Enjoy!

He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.

The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge—convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. As she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

Available Here!

EXCERPT:

“Look around at the scenery. Ohio girls are the stuff of legend. For example, Meredith has those legs a man fantasises having wrapped around his waist.”

“Engaged.”

“Well, then there’s Caren. She’s got a nice rack and she’s single.”

“Implants.”

“Pick nits.” Eddie snorted and shook his head. “You’ll shoot down all my ideas just to be right.” He scoped the cafeteria room once more. “What about Samara? She’s cute in a girl-next-door kinda way. All peaches and cream. I’ve caught her checking you out once or twice—a day for the last year.” He pointed to Ryan. “She’d make a perfect forever girl.”

“I had my forever girl. But I could be wrong.” Samara checked him out? Hmm… Kinda nice to know the attraction wasn’t a figment of his undersexed imagination. He’d spent many a night fantasising about her, holding her, making love to her, waking up in the morning and seeing her smile.

At her table across the room, Samara curled up in her chair, paperback book propped in one hand and concentration written on her face. From his position, he couldn’t read the title, but he’d passed her desk enough times to know she liked romance novels. In the two years he’d worked in the same building with her, he’d heard her speak a total of three times but he knew her voice like his own.

“Ryan?”

“What? I’m checking out the scenery. It’s—” he drew a breath, feeling more than the oxygen stirring something within his body. His sex drive? He shifted in his seat. Yeah, there was a definite tingle below the belt. “It’s intriguing.” When he closed his eyes, the vision of Samara astride his lap formed in crystal clarity. The tingle evolved into a damned hard-on and thank you God. Sexy, captivating…there weren’t enough words to describe the rush. He needed to make his way onto her radar, fast.

“You don’t listen for shit.” Eddie growled.

Ryan opened his eyes and glared at his friend. “Say something important.”

~ ~

About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!

www.wendizwaduk.com
www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

Pick Your Poison ~ Halloween Candy!


Those who know me, know I love candy. Apparently it loves me a little too well, but it’s Halloween, so those calories don’t count. I didn’t really pick photos based on what I love, I picked them at random to make myself work a little harder or justify why I don’t like certain candies. Yeah, there’s some that aren’t my faves.


Ah the chocolate candy. Can’t go wrong there, IMHO. Why? I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s the explosion of flavor on my tongue. Maybe it’s the ooey gooey-ness. I don’t know. But it had better be milk chocolate. Gotta have that. Oh and it can have some caramel. That’s ok. Nuts? Forgettaboutit!


I’ve never been wild about candy corn, but I can’t think of Halloween without it. It’s like a staple that I never got on the train for. I’m sure it’s yummy or it wouldn’t keep selling, but I just can’t get a taste for it.


This I can get a taste for. Calorie free, easy on the eyes…wonder if he’d fit in my treat bag?


So join the candy brigade with me and have a blast on Halloween!! What’s the candy you love? Wish there was less of?

Let me know!

~ ~


About Megan: When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.

She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!

http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
http://www.menagerieauthors.com/home.htm

Should Vampires Sparkle?


Third post and I’m sure I’m gonna start a war, but… I saw this button on facebook in the flair. I’ll give my opinion in a moment.

So who am I using for examples? Why the guy from Twilight and no, I’ve never seen the movie. I’m going to catch it, but I tried the book, didn’t like it, wanted to throw it against the wall and calmly gave it to someone who thoroughly enjoyed it.

I don’t know. Maybe it was the whine. Maybe it was the teen angst of it. Just didn’t work for me.

Can a vampire sparkle? If it’s Lafayette.

Now the last time I checked (and I’m sure someone will call me on this if I’m wrong), he wasn’t a vampire, but he does work the glitter darn well. Plus, he’s got the best lines.

So now that I have your attention with the pictures (or have you fuming), here’s my theory on sparkling vampires.

I want a vampire that’s:
scary – well, yeah, he’s got fangs and can potentially rip my throat open, so scary it is
sexy in a dangerous fashion – that’s the whole sex and violence thing. If he’s not dead, totally, then well, he’d better be hot
dangerous – liable to go off at any second and capable of destroying things. Yep, he should be able to.
Have emotions but not be all emo and depressing – yes, I’ve written a vampire that’s a tad moody, but he’s not angsty and emo. He has his own thoughts and feelings and can crush things if he wants.

Am I wrong? Not because it’s my opinion. Do I think I’ll get responses for or against my thoughts? I’d be sad if I didn’t. So now I ask you, do you want the UF vampires, all Nosferatu and such or do you like the soft and squishy sweet ones?

Let me know.

Now I do believe I promised an excerpt. I never skimp on promises. Here you go! The blurb, links and that smokin’ hot excerpt. Enjoy My Immortal!

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie ‘Stevie’ Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback as well as smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

EXCERPT:

“Storm, we’re working the Chatty Catty Club tonight to catch Bruce Tripp in the act. Edie’s ready to rip me apart because we haven’t produced any damning pictures. Doesn’t your friend Falco bounce there?”

Storm frowned and glared out the window at the illuminated main drag of New Haven, Ohio. The neon highlighted the front row of stores and the silvery sidewalk stretching into the distance, but he didn’t need the enhanced lighting.

Being a vampire hyper charged his senses. He could see things at great distances, feel the tiniest pinprick on his supersensitive skin, and hear every conversation in a crowded bar. He didn’t need the work as a private investigator—being immortal gave him a lot of time to save up his resources. Then again, to stay under the radar, he didn’t stick to one profession for more than a few years. Blending in worked just fine, until he met Stevie.

Stevie managed to whip his sense of smell and taste into warp drive. The sweet scent of her fear knotted his insides. He didn’t want her to be afraid when they were on the cusp of catching yet another cheating spouse. What was the true reason for her apprehension? He yearned to climb into her mind and help ease her fears.

For the night to go smoothly, he needed to pull his thoughts away from Stevie and continue mentally prepping. Their current client, the ever-exciting Edie Tripp, was just that—a trip and a pain in the ass. She made his brain ache. She suspected her husband of cheating with his secretary and wanted Storm and Stevie to catch him in the act, or as close to ripping the sheets as possible.

He needed something to get his mind off the pesky woman and the lousy way he was about to spend a perfectly beautiful Friday night.

“So, will Todd be there?” Stevie asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Todd’s the bouncer, and yes, he’ll be there. ” Storm smirked. His friend and fellow vampire, Todd Falco, could crush iron with his bare hands.

At the traffic signal, Stevie screeched to a halt. She turned to him and rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant, Storm. Do you think he could get us through the line faster? I hate to wait in heels. Then again, you know how much I hate working in heels to begin with.”

Storm rubbed his jaw, blotting out a smile. She hated anything but comfy sneakers or good old socks. Unfortunately, clubbing required sexy clothing and footwear. Whether she was comfy or not, she looked darn cute jacked up four inches in knee-high boots.

“If we cut in line, honey, then we’ll give ourselves away. The point is to blend in, so don’t worry about the heels. You’ll be able to sit at the bar. Allan’s waiting on you to give you the scoop about our clients.”

Like it was possible for him to disappear in the crowd; he was a freaking vampire. A bloodsucker and damned sex fiend.

He couldn’t blend in if he tried.

Women clung to him in droves, claiming they liked his raw sex appeal. He never understood the draw. When he looked in the mirror, all he saw was a monster in expensive clothing longing to regain his humanity.

Stevie stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and distracted him from his pity-party. “Fine, but this time, you’d better act like you want to be there with me. The only attention I got Tuesday night came from the tacky bartender and what he wanted was a better tip. Fortunately, Allan’s more of a gentleman. Still, we aren’t acting like a convincing team when you pretend I don’t exist.”

About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!

www.wendizwaduk.com
www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

But A Little Biting Amongst Friends Never Hurt….

The title here is a bit of a misnomer. I was going to write all about vampires, but then I thought, yanno, there are so many cool paranormal creatures, I’ll talk about a variety.

And picking the pictures was fun! Wow!

What are my favorite paranormal creatures besides the vampires?


Man faeries. I saw this image and thought, holy crap. I want to write a story for him. The androgyny works for me and I bet he’s a great singer. Probably makes the whole crowd cry and not in pain.


Then there’s the witch. Yeah, I could’ve picked a scary one. The wicked witch of the west comes to mind, but I wanted one that’s more dangerous. The witch that looks sweet and innocent. Yeah, those can be the most deadly. You never know when the coin will flip and they’ll unleash their witchy powers.


Ahhh the fallen angel. Now, from certain commercials, fallen angels are thought to be underwear models chasing men wearing cologne or body spray. Or they are an angel who has been exiled or banished from Heaven to Earth. Often such banishment is a punishment for disobeying or rebelling against God such as in the War in Heaven. Now I won’t get into religion, but when I saw these two… I wanted to crawl in between. Yeah, I’m a bad girl that way.

What are your favorite paranormal creatures? Fae? Vampire? Lycan? Other shifter? Let me know. 🙂

~ ~


About Megan: When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.

She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!

http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
http://www.menagerieauthors.com/home.htm

Ghosts…Do You Believe?


Second post time and this time I thought I’d talk about something that happened to me. You can add your thoughts at the end. In fact, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

So I’m thinking about ghosts.

At first, I didn’t believe in them. Sorry, I didn’t. Not totally sure I still do. But this is what happened to me.

When I was in college, I had finals and midterms like everyone else. I happened to be sitting in my dorm room, attempting–not very successfully–to study for an Art History midterm. I wasn’t keen on the teacher and thought, sadly, I didn’t need to study. I knew everything.

I didn’t.

Anyway, I’m sitting in my room alone as my boyfriend had just left not an hour prior. I’m staring at the TV not the book, and one of my pictures falls off the wall. What was odd about it is that the picture had that sticky tack stuff on it. By rights, it wasn’t going to go anywhere. And then just PLOP. I scratched my head and picked the photo up.

What was the photo of? My cousin and me. Not odd in and of itself, but the odd part was my great-grandfather had taken the picture. No, he didn’t visit me. But at the moment the picture fell off the wall, as far as I knew, he was simply in the hospital. He had pneumonia, but he was a scout and made it through everything.

I’m not exactly sure if it was the precise moment, but about the time the photo fell down, he passed away. I just thought it was odd the photo fell. Not ten minutes after, I got a call from my mom. My great grandfather, the man who chased the nurses around the hospital, passed away at the age of 92. I was gobsmacked.

Was he telling me in his own way? Part of me thinks so. Part of me isn’t sure. But of all of it, the strangest part was we had his calling hours on my birthday. Not a fun thing to do. So maybe it was his way of saying, hey kiddo, I’ve got to go and it’s gonna be a tough birthday, but I’ll make it up to you.

Maybe, maybe not. But that’s my ghost story. Not a real ghosty ghost story, but it’s a story and it’s mine. Grin.

So what about you? Encounters? Do you believe? Not? Let’s chatter about it.

And to tide you over, here’s a little bitty from my ghost story, Careless Whisper.

He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.

The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

Available at Total-E-Bound! Want an excerpt? Stick around!

About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!

www.wendizwaduk.com
www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

Earth, Wind, Fire…Not the Musical Group!

I had no intention when I started out to write a series of books about the elements. Heck, I wasn’t even sure I *could*. Writing a series, especially paranormal, is hard work. You have to build the world and make sure it’s believable. Just because you can see the world in your head, doesn’t mean anyone else can.

So what’s with the title? I wrote a short about a fire elemental. It was a one-off story that I thought, well, okay I can run with the brother, but that’s it. I was so wrong.

Fire Woman is, you guessed it, about a fire elemental. Atria hates and loves her fire. She can do things no one else can, but then there’s the itsy bitsy issue of sex. Imagine the person you’re with immolating when you insert tab A into slot A. Doesn’t sound like much fun, does it? Not to me. I loved writing about how she found her soul mate or in this world, her counterpart.

So what was it about the brother? Luc is his own creature. He’s human, don’t get me wrong. He’s plain, boring, and gay…oh and he fronts a punk band. I loved his stories, Wrapped Around and The Air I Breathe. Wrapped Around is his Christmas story and The Air I Breathe is the afterwards. Both stories are yet to release. WA comes out in December and TAIB is set for January. But the fun of this story wasn’t Luc being the elemental, but his boyfriend is. Taygan is an air elemental and he’s very much a free spirit. Putting the two together was hard, but it was fun.

So what about the rest of the band? I’m plotting/writing them out. My hero in the next story has an Earth elemental for a date. Drives him crazy that she’s a flower power, tree-hugging, bicycle rider. Did I mention he drives a street legal monster truck? Yeah, there’s going to be sparks.

I love the challenge of giving each elemental and each band member a story. The how and why are the best. Maybe that’s why I love paranormal. I can let them do whatever they want to do.

I think that’s the fun of Halloween, too. You can be whoever you want to be and can make it a blast if you want.

Have fun and get dressed up, even if you don’t believe in Halloween. A good role play or fetish night with costumes might be just what the doctor ordered!

~ ~


About Megan: When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.

She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!

http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
http://www.menagerieauthors.com/home.htm

Vampires, Candies, and Fun…Oh My!

So it’s the first of my posts for today. I wasn’t sure right away what I’d post about. What would be cool? What would get attention? Make me stand out?

Still not sure, but that’s life. I decided I’d talk about one of my favorite parts of Halloween – CANDY! Yep. I love chocolate. Apparently it loves me a little too much. Shrugs.

So what are my faves?


Those who know me well know I love chocolate. Milk, thank you very much. I’d like to say I’m not picky, but that would be like a wine connoisseur saying they didn’t have a preference. Hersheys, Cadbury, Godiva, Lindt.. Hmm…end post to find chocolate or finish? I’ll finish and THEN hunt chocolate.


Oh now these are fun. Some of them aren’t the tastiest, but they are fun for body decoration. You decide where they should go. I’ve got a couple idears.


I could eat these until I’m blue. Not exactly sure why. If it’s an actual bottle of root beer, I’m good at one. Still, yum!


Okay, I’ll say right now that a fun part of AFTER the trick-or-treating is the warming up part. Is this stuff any good? No idea. Why? Never tried it. But with a name like that, well, it caught my attention fast.

How about you…favorite candy? Which is it? More than one? Let me know! I can talk candy and chocolate all day! And while you’re at it, here’s a bit from my paranormal story, My Immortal.

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340 year old vampire?

Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie “Stevie” Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback. Includes smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Available from Total-E-Bound! I’ll share an excerpt later! Enjoy!

About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!

www.wendizwaduk.com
www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

Happy Anniversary LASR! Viki Lyn


Good morning! I’m happy to be participating in the Fourth Anniversary WC Blog Fest! For those who don’t know me, here’s a short bio:

Rainbow award winner, Viki Lyn is a successful writer of sexy gay romance. Her book, Out of Bounds, has received stellar reviews for realistically depicting the hardship many gay people experience when coming out. Fighting Chance has been just released and is the second book in her vampire series, the first book, Last Chance an All Romance Ebooks bestseller!

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about plots. I need to come up with some story ideas for 2012! So, what is the difference between story vs. plot?
Story: It’s a full sequence of events in chronological order but nothing to do with characterization. Dry outline of stuff that happens.

“The king dies. Then the queen dies.”

Plot: A series events that give story meaning and effect—in other words, specific purposes of scenes that move the story along. Can also think of it as the blueprint of your story. Plot contains the main events and how they are related, how those events enact change in characters, and how their conflicts are resolved. Reveals dramatic, emotional impact.

“The king dies. Then the queen dies of grief.”

When I first think of a story idea I go for the bare bones.

Boy loves best friend. Boy and BF get together. End of story. (BTW – this is one of my favorite story lines and totally over-used but I love it when it’s well done.)

This is the story idea but not the plot  – it’s a very basic idea that a writer can embellish and take in any direction.

Now for the plot.

Let’s say the Boy has always loved his BF, but he knows that the BF doesn’t believe in relationships. Never has, just likes to fool around. Boy doesn’t want to get his heart crushed so he hides his love from his BF…etc, etc. And then of course we can add more conflict and subplots – BF finds a cache of stolen money and before he can report it the police, the mob goes after him. Boy has to help his BF and possibly save his BF’s life. BF realizes what a great guy Boy is and falls for him. They live HEA.

Alright pretty lame plot, but it’s a start.

Do you have favorite story lines you love to read over and over? What are some of your favorites?

The other day I asked on a chat, and a couple of readers mentioned they liked the story line: enemies fall in love. That’s a little harder to pull off, because the writer really has to make sure there’s a very plausible reason for them to fall for each other!

Fighting Chance (Book 2 of my vampire series) – Kresnik vampire slayer Corbin Hamilton is sexually attracted to vampire Johan. Johan has fallen in love with the slayer but Corbin refuses to think of Johan as anything but a vampire and therefore an enemy. This makes for some very intense sexual heat. Read excerpt!
So let me know some of your favorite story lines – I’d love to hear from you! And remember, leave a comment and get a chance to win the Grand Drawing! Check out LASR Promo Link for detail information on the exciting events happening this weekend!