Agent madness

No, not the madness of agents (although they can be kerraazy people!), but the madness of me in submitting to them. I've got the small press thing nailed, but what I want, what I really really want, is to make some money from my writing that will buy me more than, say, a couple of books a month. It'd help if this income wasn't arriving in the form of dollars, because the £-$ exchange rate is at its worst for 26 years. Well, that is, if you get paid in dollars but live in pounds. If you get paid in pounds and want to take a dollar holiday, you're literally quids in.

Anyway. First two agent submissions emailed off today; the rest are to be done by post tomorrow. Wish me luck, because based on previous form, I'll damn well need it.

Oh! Yes, and I forgot to add. Tomorrow, Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter Companion is out (actually it's largely written by her buddy Alethea Kontis), and it contains the very silly short story written by me and Amelia Elias, Widget Bones's Diary. Unfortunately due to an administrative screwup, we're not credited for it in the book (although I'm on the copyright page, go and look!). I'm promised it'll be corrected in future editions, but for now, you'll just have to take my--and Sherri's--word for it.

Why my pretty picture go?

My lovely picture of Richard Armitage has vanished with a 404 error message taking its place. Bah. Bah, I say! Thankfully, I'd already downloaded it, so I can re-upload instead of hotlinking. Enjoy.

OMG, Kate has a fringe!

No, not that Kate. This Kate.

It's not a big, heavy fringe, sure, mostly because that looks like way, way too much work for someone who didn't brush her hair for about three years. I wanted something that can be sideswept if I want, or held out of the way, or made to fall like bangs. Clever Nicky did it for me. (Yes, I'd like to say Nicky as in Clarke, but really I mean Nicky as in my local hairdresser. Sorry).

Since the last time I had a fringe I was four, this is kind of a big thing for me. Nicky had to keep reassuring me it wasn't going to be too scary, not too full or too short, and not too high-maintenance either. Phew.

Anyway. This is what passes for news around here. Stay tuned for the riveting soon-to-be-revealed news of what I'm having for lunch!

Just a little eye candy

Because I currently have a huge crush on Richard Armitage and am basing my latest hero on him. Ooh, I could do naughty things to that man...

ETA: Waah! Why my pretty picture go? Will find a new one, promise!

And did I mention?

Ugley Business is now on sale in paperback. Yep: you can buy it from Amazon.com by clicking the little picture link in the left sidebar, or from Amazon.co.uk, or Barnes & Noble, or Waterstones, or whatever takes your fancy. It's available everywhere!

If you buy it, please leave a review. Unless you hated it, in which case please suffer from some terrible disease that makes your fingers drop off.

Quite chuffed to see that the 'customers who bought this also bought' box on the B&N page lists two Janet Evanovichs and two JD Robbs. Sophie's in good company. Although I've never read a JD Robb, suppose I ought to. Bet she's never read me, either.

Get Lucky

Yes, yes, I wish, etc. No! Get Lucky is the title of my new release from Changeling, out tomorrow. I have my Cat Marsters hat on for this, so expect paranormal creatures aplenty and lots and lots of sex.

Lucky Harris is a normal girl. Well, she never gets sick, can walk in four-inch heels and has an incubus stalking her dreams. But that doesn't mean anything… does it?

Sure, she's having the best sex of her life…in her dreams. But when the incubus starts appearing outside her dreams, sucking Lucky's energy and leaving her almost dead, she begins to admit there's something up.

But despite what her mad boss and his loopy friends at Sundown Investigations say, she's not ready to believe their tale of the paranormal. Even if she's now having the best sex of her life with the man of her dreams -- and there are two of him.

Is everyone out to get Lucky?

For an excerpt, click here! Warning: 'tis very very naughty.

Eleven days?

Have I really had nothing to report for eleven days? Wow. Well, still not a lot to report, or maybe it's just that my brain's not working due to lack of sleep. After getting to bed past midnight (I tend to stay up late writing, then sleep in if I can), I couldn't sleep most of the night because a cold has suddenly decided to descend upon me (do those echinacea and vitamin C supplements mean nothing to such a common, ill-bred virus?) and I don't know about you, but I find it hard to sleep when I can't breathe.

After finally drifting off in what felt like the early hours, Her Ladyship Miss Pepper started up her new trick of whining pitifully and scratching at the bars of her crate. Well, okay, but the thing is my brother got up at 4 to go to the airport (he's off to Doha, don't ask) and let her out then, so for her to start whining at 6.30 as if her last toilet break was twelve hours ago was damn annoying. She's let out at 6.30 by my dad, who sensibly goes back to bed, and then she starts whining again.

Honestly. The reason she's crated overnight is because if left unsupervised, she pees on the floor, out of protest at being left alone. So we're trying to break the habit by crating her whenever she's alone--at eight months, she can handle an overnight (at eight months, she damn well ought to be housetrained!), but she's a stroppy little madam, and she's learned that barking and whining gets her attention (I know. It's not me who's paying her the attention. It's also not me who ignores all advice given, but we won't get into that again).

So, basically, I'm tired and I still can't damn well breathe. Mum expressed amazement that the Wonder Pills that allow her to sleep soundly through every cold left me with a nose that felt like someone had stuffed a firework up it. Yeah, you needed that image, didn't you?

So I'm taking a sickie, going to a friend's house and intend to spend the rest of the day watching really daft films and eating rubbish. TTYL!

Four dollars will buy you

...a used copy of Sundown, Inc! Featuring that wonderful story, What a Wizands wants, and also a two men a woman romance.

Don't you love eBay?

Thursday Thirteen...books I want to write

Thirteen…books I want to write Okay. Here we go. These are all the things floating around in my head, books I’m gonna get down on paper one day. When I’m done writing the one that’s under a deadline. And the sequel to that. And the one I started ages ago and put on hold because of the deadline. And the one… Yeah yeah, excuses. Let's call this my To Do list instead. I wish I could work on more than one thing at a time, but I find it hard to constantly switch back and forth. I have to get myself immersed in something, and not dip in and out with another book. Fidelity is a terrible thing! 1. Almost Magic, or whatever I’m going to call Kett’s book. Erotic Romance. Sequel to Almost Human. This is actually one I keep trying to get back to, but something else always gets in the way. I am having huge fun with it though. Kett is pretty much the opposite of Chance. I mean, you wouldn’t want to meet either of them in a dark alley, but while Chance is charming and elegant and beautiful, Kett is older, snarkier, and so angry she vibrates with it. Chance smiles; Kett swears. She’s great. And her hero, Bael? Is like Kett, only slightly more…more! 2. Devil Makes Three. Chick-lit Mystery. This is the next book in the Sophie series. Actually, I tell a lie…the next book is Still Waters, and it’s contracted with Samhain. After Still Waters comes Run Rabbit Run, then Wink Murder, then Dead To Rights. Those are all written, even if they need some work. DM3 will be book eight (eep!). Sophie is still going strong, having survived multiple murder attempts, the pursuit of MI5 and the CIA, losing her job, her cat, and her boyfriend…several times. She’s even made a music video. And been engaged. And dyed her hair pillar-box red. And now she’s on her way to Vegas. 3. The Untied Kingdom. Alternate History. I really, really want to write this book. It is, as the Monty Python team would say, something completely different. It’s about Britain…but a different Britain. A Britain who never had an empire. An England who lost every war she’s ever been involved in, even when she was fighting herself. A United Kingdom so divided that Wales and Scotland have seceded. A poor, undeveloped country to whom Africa sends aid workers. England is at war with herself again, and the rest of the world is watching with minor interest to see when she’ll implode. So when a washed-up popstar falls through a hole in space, into the Britain where nothing works (from a Britain where only some stuff does), it’s like the whole world has come unravelled. A Great Britain who was never great. A United Kingdom…that has come untied. Plus, it has the best hero I’ve ever written. A bit Sam Vimes, and bit Richard Sharpe, a bit Mal Reynolds…and he looks like Richard Armitage. Swoon! (thanks to Phillipa Ashley for the picture!) 4. The Spaceport Book. Erotic Romance. Spaceport is a series emerging from Changeling next year. It’s sort of the bastard brainchild of Firefly and Babylon 5, set around a rusty and decaying spaceport hovering over a dead planet on the edge of civilised space. In a place where prostitution is legal and scavenging dead ships is organised, all kinds of people wash up. Including a jaded bounty hunter searching for a pampered princess, and a pampered princess disguised as a whore. Oh, and the cats have opposable thumbs. 5. The Madam Periwinkle Book. Erotic Romance. I really need to title this one, the proposal is due in soon! Another Changeling series, from the brain of the wonderful Michele Bardsley, based around the eponymous Madam P and her little shop of rather unusual items. Every purchase comes with something extra, whether it’s a Magic 8 ball that’s actually magic, or a vibrator that comes with a repairman who’s the real deal. Or perhaps a bra that opens a portal between dimensions. I don’t know what I was smoking when I came up with that one. 6. That Sundown Book. Erotic Romance. Johann’s story. Devout readers (I must have one somewhere) might remember Masika and Magda’s irascible boss from the beginning of the series. He’s the only member of the team—and I use that phrase lightly—who is actually human. His only superpower is a ferocious temper. And does anyone remember a shit-stirring faery? She locked Lily in a fishing float and tried to kill Aura and her unborn children. And I have a sneaking suspicion she had a lot to do with the hit on Ruarc. Well, she was turned into a human…and at some point, maybe, she’s going to run into Johann. And snarks will fly. 7. Another Sophie book. Chick-lit Mystery. This time set in a ski resort. I don’t have much on it, apart from the sheer comedy value of Sophie on ice. I have a yen to call it It Shouldn’t Happen To A Blonde. Maybe I’ll write a new series about blondes. Is It Because I Is Blonde? could be one. Blondes Have Less Fun could be another. Hmm… 8. That Paranormal PI Book. Paranormal Mystery. There’s no title yet (at least there may have been one, but I, um, forgot it). This has its roots somewhere in Sundown…or maybe Sundown has its roots here. I started it a while ago, but didn’t get very far due to other projects that were actually going to make me some money. The basic features are: a girl with pink hair who can see ghosts; a very snarky Victorian child who is her guardian angel; a WWII pilot stuck haunting the same office…which now houses a paranormal investigations agency. Where the secretary was going to be a werewolf, but probably isn’t going to be any more! Oh, and some guy who looks like Fox Mulder. 9. Caged Bird Singing. Erotica. This has been lurking in the back of my mind for aaages. The premise—which believe it or not actually did come to me in a dream—is basically European King Takes Teenage Mistress. When she’s of age, obviously. Although he has no intention of marrying her, he makes her position almost official. She’s a celebrated figure in their tiny country. Then…he gets older and nastier…and…she’s falling for his court doctor, but she belongs to the king and can’t leave. It’s a sort of memoirs of a courtesan sort of thing. I’ll probably never write it. 10. That PA Book. Rom-Com. While I was brushing up on my romantic comedy skills, an idea came to me for a book about the PA to a rockstar. Her name is Lucy. He’s basically Robbie Williams (only without the burnout). That’s…about all I have right now, but it’s a start. 11. Lip Service. Rom-Com. Slightly more developed in my head. I have an author who puts everything that happens to her in her books. She starts a new job so she can research how a holiday park runs, and in the meantime falls for a colleague…who incidentally is dating her best friend. And who is going to be really mad when he finds out she’s been writing about him. 12. The One With All The Mistresses. Erotic Romance…probably. Another half-baked idea that came in a dream, clearly after I’d been eating too much cheese. The giant insects alone were terrifying. Anyway, this is about a futuristic society (I was going to say ‘dystopian’ but I don’t actually know what it means) where the ruler is genetically created, and has a harem of 28 women who run his city for him. And sleep with him. Once a month. He falls for one of them, but he’s not actually allowed to marry, just donate DNA for the next ruler to be grown from. The giant insects attack the power plant, incidentally. 13. Another Book About Striker. Erotic Romance…probably. Yeah, I love Striker. I wrote a whole load of books about him and Chalia and Tanner, Chance and Kett’s parents and their friends. But they were rubbish, so I shelved them, and came up with Striker’s daughter, Chance. But now I really, really wanna write about my favourite psychopath again. Bless him. So there you have it. Thirteen things on my To Do list, and that’s not counting the books contracts, in edits, to be promoted…it never ends!

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Shame You're A Maniac

Nicked this from the Smart Bitches, who have taken the 'summarise in one sentence' idea of book pitching to the next level. Summarise In Four words (see what I did there?). They had lots, of which I only got two for sure (and half a dozen that sounded like every bad romance I've read: The Widow's A Virgin; No Memory? No Problem! etc).

I added a few more. See if you can get them?

Happy Crook Marries Mayor

Loved Through Past Lives (okay, I admit that’s a bit generic; could also be Past Life Suicide Pact)

Sex Slave In Book

I’m A Fuckwit Magnet

Like Whoa, I’m Royal?

Actually, I’m A Ghost.

...all of which were inspired by a quick gander at my own bookshelves. Now, I'm going to try my hand at a few for my own books:


Shame You're A Maniac (all right, that could be a lot of my books)

Gay Best Friend Sex

But I'm A Blonde

She Speaks In Dreams

Actually, You're A Werewolf

Don't Eat Nice Man

School Again? No Way!

Whoops, I Killed You

This Is Your Kid

Greek Soldier Saved Me

Hot Guy, Great Coat

I Hate Faerie Politics

Fuck. Blame My Dad.

Stuck In Fishing Float

It's Spelt Like That


Anyone? Anyone at all? I mixed them up a bit (wrote them in order, but that's too easy, right?).

Anyone have any more?

Chicken out!

No, not me backing down from anything (would I?), but the name of a campaign against battery-farmed chickens. I think it's a bit of a lame name, but it's for a good cause, so go and sign up.

I must be having a charitable weekend: tomorrow I'm off on a sponsored walk to raise money for breast cancer awareness. Well, theoretically I am. If I wake up tomorrow feeling like I did today, I might just give them the money and stay at home. Stupid sinuses. Ears. Whatever.

The book club

So I'm out walking Pepper yesterday. It's pouring with rain, I'm wearing waterproof shoes (sexy!) and jeans so dirty they could probably stand up by themselves (point of putting on clean clothes when walking dog who loves mud: none) and my fleece, which is almost as dirty as my jeans but is meant to be white, so looks even dirtier. I have on no makeup, my hair is dripping wet and since it's raining so hard I've left my glasses at home 'cos hey, they're useless when wet anyway.

Up pulls a car, and I'm glad I'm with my mum who has decent distance vision, because she recognises our neighbour. "Hey," he says, "Now that you're a famous author, my wife's book club is going to read your book next!"

Book club. I, Spy?. It's one of the silliest things I've ever written (not the silliest, that would be Baby Sham Faery Love). It's about a blonde ditz who becomes a spy. There are no big overarching themes. No literary nods. It's, like, a fun chick-lit novel.

"And she wants to ask you to come along and talk about it," he adds.

I refrain from asking if I should come as I am, but mainly because I'm too busy repeating, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," over and over.

It's not that I don't want people to read my book. I wouldn't have published it if that was the case. But a book club? Has anyone ever belonged to a book club that discussed ordinary, fun books, not litrachur? And they want me to talk about it! To give insights!

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

At least this means they'll all buy it.

Official notice

That Almost Human is out in paperback! With its new cover, which apparently is legitimate. I'm still not sure why a new cover had to be created; the old one wasn't obscene or revealing and yes, it was a Poser illustration, but I thought it was pretty good. The characters actually looked rather like the people in the book, for one thing. And the fonts and layout were excellent. The new one is very dark; the hero appears to have short, curly blond hair (not thick black hair like a lion's mane, as in the book); and yes, I'm pretty sure girlie there is wearing jeans. But it's hard to see, because it is so very dark.

Anyway, here's the old one:



And here's the new one:



Which do you prefer?