Mr Kitty Fantastico

Spike: "I'm drowning in footwear!"

(Who gets that? Come on, put your geeky hands up and share the love.)

New cover!

Well, Baby Sham Faery Love is out on Friday, so I suppose I ought to share the cover with y'all. Isn't it cute? Snaps to Bryan for making it just like I wanted. Can you tell what look I'm going for, here?

Here's the blurb:

Banished from the Fae courts by bickering royalty, I've spent most of my life trying to find a way back in. I live my days as a sex faery, helping those who need a little spice in their love lives.

When my best friend Tadgh asks for my help I'm more than willing to give it. Tadgh's lover, the Fae prince Elline, needs to provide an heir to secure the succession of the Seelie throne. If I bear his child, I'll easily be accepted into the Seelie court.

There's only one problem: Ell is as gay as gay can be.

Fortunately, Tadgh is not.

Baby Sham Faery Love

Queens and faeries and heirs... oh my.



Oh yes, and I have a contest running: win a free download of the book and a cute l'il fairy charm. Aren't I the generous one?

In defence of the Beta Male

Or: thoughts prompted by What Wizards Want's first reviews.

Phew, was getting kinda concerned no one wanted to review WWW. But five angels from FAR and 4/5 stars from JERR have cheered me up no end!


"The reader’s first encounter when Lily and Con get busy is explosive and it doesn’t lose intensity as the story progresses. So not the alpha male and not ashamed of it, Con savors and finds joy in his petite pirate. I just love Con’s inner dialogue that runs throughout the story. His perverse outlook on life and his biting sense of humor makes What Wizards Want a delight. Lily’s reactions to life in a different time is a “roll with it” attitude, much like I imagine she was when she served as captain of her own ship. She definitely is a ballsy woman who enjoys being with her man. This is the third book in the Sundown Inc. series but it can be read alone. Ms. Marsters is a talented author and I can’t wait to read more adventures of the other “employees” of Sundown, Inc."
(JERR)



It's nice that she liked Con's non-Alpha-ness. I know I drone on and on about it, but they really don't need to all be gun totin' mega-men. Con's about as far from the standard Alpha as he could get--he's the Unseelie butt-monkey, and everyone knows it--and he's also completely non-Omega, in the scary, bad-boy sense of it. He's just a Beta male, a nice guy, smart, cute, not bad at what he does but not brilliant either. Most importantly, he's made mistakes and he's living with the consequences.

Having said that, Never Leave Me has a big gun-totin' Alpha male running around being sexy. Well, who ever heard of a Beta-male demon hunter? (note to self, write one of those).

I like Con. I think he's adorable (but then, I suppose I would). Hussah for the Beta male!

Kitten update: they've discovered the stairs. God help us.

And yet more kitten pics

I can't help it. They're so wretchedly adorable! I didn't think cuteness like this existed outside of nauseating greetings cards and those toilet paper ads that inexplicable feature cute ickle fluffy animals (why? To distract us from what the product is actually for?).

Some of Sugar this time. She's gone all shy on me. She's the one with the smudge on her forehead--no, it's not dirt, it's really there!

(Don't you love the pic of Spike yawning?
Or is he yelling, "No more paparazzi!"?)

Yes, I am besotted. Deal with it.

More kitten pics

Since they're consuming my life right now. Well, have you seen how cute they are? These are mostly Spike--if you look closely you can see he's odd-eyed (the right one is still blue while the left is changing, probably to amber like his mother). He's also the bolder of the two now. Gorgeous, white-haired, playful, and irritating the established male. Well-named!

Furbabies, part II

The only things I have to say right now are along the lines of aaaawwwwwwww and coooooo so I'm just going to show you the pictures and you can awwww too. The one on the left is Sugar, and she's also the one venturing out to meet Tinker. Spike's been hiding at the back, although he was looking interested in the food just outside the safety of the box.



All together now: Awwww!

Oh yeah, I forgot

Collectormania! The only thing apart from Wimbledon and holidays I'll get up early in the morning for. This year I braved the M1 and Milton Keynes (shudder) for to see Alan Tudyk, because he's cool. He is of course Wash in Firefly/Serenity (very many Browncoats wandering around with Jayne hats and t-shirts proclaiming they're the Hero of Canton), Wat in A Knight's Tale, and the voice of the robot in I, Robot (don't ask me what his name is, I haven't actually seen it). Anyway, he's a sweetheart and posed for a photo with me, which was jolly nice of him!



Afterwards got mildly (read: completely) lost in MK. Ugh. Horrible place. Would it kill them to put up a road sign or two? I was about five miles from the M1 with no hope of being able to find it, because when I came out of the carpark I was in a one-way system and couldn't get back to face the other way. So of course I keep going, looking for somewhere to turn around, perhaps keep making right turns until I'm back in the same place... but there's a truly baffling collection of roundabouts, one-way streets, traffic lights and No Right Turn signs. And everything looks the same. It's like being in one of those horror movies where you realise you're trapped, and they want to eat your brain. If there's any left after you've survived the road system, that is.

Anyway. Finally made it back (M1 a doddle after MK, don't know why I was so scared of motorways. They at least have signage) to Jen's house and got filmed for her documentary thingy about internet personalities. Can't remember precisely what I said, but 'um' featured a lot.

Furbabies!

We can pick them up tomorrow! Expect many pictures and very little sense from me. Can I get a squeee!!!!?

Dontcha think they make me look smarter?

New glasses! Well, I was all depressed because I got told I couldn't wear contact lenses any more (have to have a prism in the lens to correct a muscle thingy--don't ask, I don't really understand it--which can't be put in a contact lens), but my new glasses are pretty cute.

However, when I walked out of the shop the sun was shining brightly and I thought, "Oh, I'll just put my sunglasses on." Only a) I didn't have them ('cos when do I ever?) and b) even if I did I wouldn't be able to see anything. Cos they're just regular sunglasses with no prescription. Which was no problem when I had contacts.

So, dammit, now I have to think about prescription sunnies. I know, I can have my regular glasses tinted, but that would be next to useless, really, because the lenses are pretty small and the sun would just come in round the edges. Useless for driving. Which means the expensive RayBan type prescription lenses.

And it's months until I can ask for them for Christmas!

Stuff, part three

(or however many parts we've got to by now). Nothing to do, not much to say (isn't that from a song? One of those 'hey look we're on lots of drugs!' Beatles songs? Come to think of it, whatever made my parents think they were a suitable band for me to grow up to?). Still recovering from yesterday's hangover (I mean, from drinking on Tuesday night. When you get the end of the first bottle, just say no!). Going into town to buy cat food bowls and cat toys and other things that will make me go googly-eyed (like normal women in Mothercare). Don't know why I'm putting all this stuff in brackets (stream of consciousness? No, not awake enough for that).

Tune in tomorrow, when I shall be able to give you a rundown of this week's stop story: my new glasses!

I have got to get me a life.

What, no other comments on the lovely David? And no guesses at the song, either. I'm sad now. See me pout and blink tear-filled eyes.

Okay, riddle me this. Why am I up here at this machine when I could be downstairs watching Sean Bean running around in a scruffy shirt saving 'the whole bluddy armeh' because 'no bugger else will'? The things I suffer for my art, honestly!

Geek love

Yep, I have a new crush, and in true geek style it's on a geeky guy in a geeky series. Actually, Doctor Who isn't geeky at all, but it is cult, and the two are easily confused. And David Tennant isn't, I'm sure, a geek either. But he looks so cute in his glasses and he's so smart, too! Bless his sonic screwdriver.


(PS. Who has a song called Geek Love? Answers on a comment form, please!)

Misplaced artistry

My parents never let me draw on the walls when I was little. So I'm getting my own back.

But then, this is probably why:

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