A taste of my book

This is the first 2 pages of my first book... let me know what you think?

Chapter 1
Distractions
Mina

8:17 p.m. I sat alone at a table in the coffee shop, doing some last-minute work on my laptop. I’m a freelance graphic designer, so I work when it works for me. I’ve always been a night person; I just function better by moonlight. The smell of my vanilla-flavored coffee made my mouth water. I took a sip of the hot, creamy liquid and felt it slide down my throat. So glad caffeine doesn’t affect me, doesn’t keep me up. I can enjoy its flavor any time and still get a good night’s sleep.

I heard the door open, but I forced myself not to look up, even though I wanted to. I told myself I’d finish what I was working on before taking my eyes off the screen. Whoever came in was walking to the counter. I assumed it was a man; the sound of heavy boots gave it away, and his voice confirmed it. He ordered a coffee, black, no sugar.

I got to a point in my work where I was satisfied, so I rewarded my curiosity by looking up to check out the mysterious black-coffee man. It was a weeknight, so the coffee shop was dead. Just a few college students doing homework, taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi, so it was easy to spot him.

He was tall, about six feet two, dark hair, cut short and styled into a messy faux hawk. His face was scruffy, but in a sexy way, not in a “don’t come near me because you’re nasty and itchy” kind of way. His lips were full and slightly pink, and I immediately wanted to kiss them. His skin was pale and flawless, like cream. He was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Not a pretty boy, but a rocker, the kind you don’t bring home to your parents. His body was slender and athletic, and he looked really good in his dark worn-out jeans and an old concert T-shirt. I couldn’t see which band it was, because he wore a leather biker jacket over it, the buckle hanging at his neck.

He wrapped a fingerless gloved hand around his coffee cup and brought it up to his face. He sniffed and then carefully took a sip. No reaction to the steaming heat, how did he not burn his tongue?

I was suddenly aware that I was staring at him and shook myself back to reality. I had a job due tomorrow and needed to focus. The work was almost done, just needed a little tweaking, so I went back to concentrating on the images on my screen. I don’t know how long I was working again before I felt someone standing at my table. I shifted my eyes to the floor looking for the feet of the person hovering over me. Please let it be the boots, I thought, and there they were, black motorcycle boots. I looked up over my black-framed glasses, and my eyes slowly traveled up his legs, his torso, and then his face. He was even hotter close up.

“Mind if I sit down?” he said. His voice was sweet, and it sent a little shiver down my spine.

“Um …” My mind was blank. All I could think of saying was, “Why?”

He smiled and I melted. “It’s been a long day. I was hoping for some company.”

“Uh …” He had me tongue-tied, but I managed to say, “Sure.”

“My name is Adam,” he said as he pulled the chair out and slid into the seat across from me.

I just stared at him again, baffled by the fact that he was sitting here. This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me, not ever. When I see a guy I’m attracted to, I admire him from afar, and it generally stays that way. The reason for this remains a mystery to me. I go out with friends and they get hit on, but not me. It’s not my looks, I’m sure about that. I’m an attractive woman. I’ve had lots of boyfriends, met them other ways, through friends or school or work. I’m blessed in the looks area. I have long black hair, wavy and streaked with red (at the moment). My lips are full, and I have big brown eyes. I’m finally comfortable with my body, not super skinny, but athletic. But for reasons I’m still not sure about, men don’t generally approach me. Maybe it’s all my tattoos. I’ve been compared to a Suicide Girl, but in this day and age, I can’t imagine anyone being intimidated by tattoos, no matter how many a person has.

Finally resubmitted it!

Wow, ok, so I am super nervous and super excited! My awesome editor gave me some great suggestions and did an amazing job editing the story and writing my synopsis.

So I resubmitted it to the publisher I submitted it to before. I really hope that since I took her advice she will be more open to publishing it. So now I just wait, wait and wait! She says she could take 8 - 10 weeks get back to me. Last time she was back to me in a few weeks, fast... but too fast. That's when she wasn't interested in it.

So "Miss Publisher" please take your TIME! Enjoy it... you'll love it... I promise! ;)

So if your reading this, and you can post a comment... please with me luck!

Trying to avoid the repeatative beast

So I am coming to a sad realization that writing an erotic horror series has it's difficulties. The ideas of plot are coming easy, but it's the sex scenes that are becoming a problem.

I don't mean the variety of interesting sex scenes, there I have no problem, sex is easily made interesting. duh! But the language, is where the issue lies. I mean, by the 5th book, how many different ways can you describe an orgasm? I even downloaded some free erotic novels on my iPhone to get some idea of how others wrote. Maybe it was because they were free and not well written but they all seemed the same to me. My story was actually written better, at least in my opinion.

But there has to be better ways to write these scenes without seeming like my vocabulary is limited to words like "passionate, explosion, ecstasy, and urgently".

I guess the best thing to do, since I am not willing to pay do download a better erotic novel is to head to the library... now to just get over the embarrassment of asking the librarian "where do you keep the dirty sex books?"

First Blog about my writing!

So I'm a graphic designer, I have been one since I graduated from art school. One of the jobs I had was with an adult news paper. In the mist of my laying out ads for hookers and "massage therapists" I also dabbled in writing erotic stories to fill up space. I was pretty good at it and it came pretty easy.

Well that was over ten years and a child ago. Once I had my daughter all those sexual stories of mine seemed to run away from my brain. I'm sure aiming my attentions at being a mother had something to do with it. But now, here I am, 38 years old and I believe that certain "peaks" have been growing inside of me and old interests have been reborn.

With all the new breed of vampire lovers out there all these new and old books about our undead friends have come out of the ground. Now, I have been a huge fan of our old friend Nosferatu since I was a child, way before all these Twilight, True Blood and Vampire Diaries came up to bat. So now that they have become so popular I am eating it up like a zombie enjoying a brain dinner.

But out of all the books I have been reading... and movies I have been enjoying, I always walk away wanting more. Wanting something different. I would drive home from work, coming up with stories in my head about what could be. More sex, more blood, more modern, more east coast.

One day, I was at work and talking to some coworkers when I decided out loud, "Hey, I think I am going to try my hand at writing a vampire book. Well what do you know, a few months later, I had completed the first of what may just be 4 to 6 novella's.

At the moment I am working on the forth book. I submitted the first one to a private publisher who was kind enough to respond telling me that she wasn't going to pick it up right now. But she was also kind enough to be honest and explain why. Telling me that my idea was interesting but my story needed tightening up and I needed to give it to an editor.

Well a few moments on Craigslist and I was emailing editors in search of the right fit. I found him, researched him and we clicked right away. His name is Rich and he has been so helpful so far, turning my rough story into what I hope to be a pretty decent one, good enough for publication.

I'll let you all know how it's going as you follow me on my journey to writing my first book and hopefully getting it published.

I am hoping my fear of finding it in a Dollar Store some day doesn't happen... I will cry. But we won't know until I try. Wish me luck everyone!