BA Collins, Writer

I IZ PUBLISHED!

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 14:44:48 GMT

Apologies for the lolcat subject.... I just couldn't resist.

Quittin' Time comes out today. It's available on the Torquere Press site in various eformats and in print. Go out and buy one, it's fabulous!!

Here's the link:

http://www.torquerebooks.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1336

Woo hoo!

Barb

Love Bites comes out tomorrow!

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:42:45 GMT

So everyone go out to Torquere Press (or Amazon.com, if you must) to buy it then. Today, I have a naughty snip from my story in the Anothology, 'Quittin' Time' to whet your appetites!

Frank lived in a little trailer set back in the woods not all that far from work. “Ain’t fancy, but the bed’s comfy.” He said as he turned off the bike.

I was terrified. What was I doing here? This was nuts. I didn’t move when he got off the bike.

“C’mon.” He held a hand out.

I froze.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He got closer. “Don’t be scared. No is still no, babe. Change your mind and I’ll grumble and take ya back to your car.”

“Really?” I whispered.

“I swear. I got lots of turn-ons. Date rape ain’t one.” He picked up on of my hands and kissed it. His eyes were serious for once.

“That’s good to hear.” Ewen said.

“Oh, no, not you asshole. You’re mine. No backing out now.” Frank turned and grinned.

Ewen backed up a step. “Ah…”

“Jesus, you’re easy!” Frank cracked up.

“Prick!” Ewen blushed hard enough to see it in the yard light.

“Gail?” Frank repeated.

I took his hand. He pulled me closer. No more fooling around. Hard up against his chest for a thorough kiss. Lips hard against mine, still tasting of beer. Tongue in my mouth, exploring like his hands on my back and down my ass. I was up on my toes to kiss him.

I felt an extra hand on my side. Ewen was closer now. His arms went around Frank and I. Fran grinned inside our kiss. His arm went around Ewen. I felt lips on my neck, softly exploring and nibbling. I’d had sex in college, but nothing this adventurous. Having two guys at once was new enough that I was halfway scared but it felt so good my knees were feeling a little rubbery.

Frank let my lips go. He watched Ewen continue to kiss my throat with an intent expression. Not quite a smile. “Let’s take the party inside.” He suggested.

Good grief, I should post!

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:46:55 GMT

Lamest writer blog ever, I know.

Writing: currently pounding away at 'Tengri Intrigue', which desperately needs a real title. It's a complicated fantasy/modern fantasy novel set in a world a bit like our own, with superheroes and elves and Tengri (sorta like drow elves) and demons and my character Margaret, an 85 year old woman reluctantly dragged into international and interworld politics by the seat of the dark magic put in her forty years ago by a dying Tengri wizard.

It's currently at about 75K words, as usual I write long.

Publishing: I got edits back from BBA about 'Quittin' Time a week ago and they're in. I don't think the editor really read my email about it, but no doubt he will when he sits down to look at the changes. I had a couple of issues with his changes, which he appears not to have noticed.

I really, really must edit /complete 'Dragonlady and the Hell Knight' so I can start shopping for agents for it. I suppose the first three chapters is probably as good as it's going to get and I can just start now. But that's scary. Hrm.

Yah, I know, suck it up and learn to write query letters.

Plot Bunnies: I had one last night, for the Torquere menage Christmas line. It's another blue collar fest!
Joan is a new chemist at a small pharmaceutical company out in the middle of nowhere. She's hot, and she doesn't seem to be noticing the guys watching her. It's near Christmas, and she's new in town without a friend to her name.

Sandy works in the warehouse. He likes her, even though the other guys tell him she's way the Hell out of his league. In addition, they think he should leave the chicks for the straight guys. They don't bug him about Leo, his lover and roommate, but that might be because of his physique, not to mention Leo's reputation as a bar fighter.

Leo is gay, always has been and doesn't think Sandy ought to be chasing girls. Sure, they have an open relationship, but he's never pictured finding a girl under his christmas tree.

Heh. I have dialogue and situations and all kinds of things already. ...MUST HAVE DISCIPLINE...MUST KEEP ON TRACK.

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