Bite Me

Werewolves, Witches, and Wordcounts

It’s always a guessing game, when you start a new story. How long will it be? How many chapters? What subplots will jump up to surprise you? When I started Bite Me, I figured it was likely going to be a bit longer than Bite Me Tender. After all, I had Levi’s story from...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

This is for someone who knows who he or she is. You have to wait for the rest of it, my dear. Levi shifted himself back into human form, so ecstatic at finally getting rid of Jerry, he honestly didn’t care about the pain as his body rearranged itself. He was grinning widely when...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

Just a quick tickle tonight. I’m dead beat getting ready for another winter storm and the cat keeps trying to help me type. Now she’s sitting on the mouse. Here’s a little bit from after Levi’s been changed. You can tell things kind of suck already: Levi shook off the last shivers of his...

Belated Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

A quick Tuesday Tickle tonight, because I did promise. But I have to run and shovel again, because it snowed (again!) and is supposed to snow tomorrow, then some more on Sunday, then a storm is supposed to drop by on Monday to leave behind a bunch more–you guessed, it–snow. Snow is a four...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

First off, fingers crossed that I get a storm day tomorrow. I could really use the extra time. Also, I’m going to be at Sinfully Sexy tomorrow, talking about Christmas music. I feel a little bipolar right now, bouncing back and forth between happy Christmas romance and angsty, violent werewolf romance. Factor in the...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

Before I forget, Christmas Goes Analog is on for $4.49 at Loose Id right now. So if you’ve been thinking about it and wavering, now’s the time to click over and grab it, before it goes back to regular price. I’ve been working away at the story of how Levi and Glyn got together...

This is how research should always be

This is what Glyn drinks when he’s at home. I really need to be able to describe it accurately, right? Seems to me that, like any author that respects her audience, I have no choice but to throw myself selflessly on that grenade and drink a bottle or three. For accuracy’s sake. After all,...