I did not read enough this year. I like to read between 50 and 100. This year? 25. Either I totally slacked off in recording my reads...or I just didn't . I'm leaning towards the latter. I spent the first few months of the year praying for health, and fell so behind on my writing schedule there was little time for anything else. Which is sad, really. 
The Pink Heart Society: Fill the Well Friday :: Holiday Movies: Apologies to all, but Pink Heart Society editor Jenna Bayley-Burke is feeling a bit poorly due to the return of the angry gut. While she ...
The Pink Heart Society: Male On Monday : Sexy Santas: The holiday season has decended on The Pink Heart Society. Jenna Bayley-Burke thinks it's time to shop for gifts, light the candles, put up ...
It's finally here! The release of Caribbean Christmas and launch of my new series, Under the Caribbean Sun. It's exciting for me, I hope everyone enjoys a little holiday escape.I'm spreading the joy that is Caribbean Christmas far and wide. Feel free to do the same, and peek in at these blogs :
It's release month for Caribbean Christmas, the lead title in my new series, Under The Caribbean Sun. I've never linked stories before, so this has been an exciting gamble for me. Fingers crossed everyone loves Joe & Saskia - and the isle of Anguilla - as much as I do.By the time they got their clothes on and made it back to his truck, Joe knew he’d made a critical error. She’d taken off her dress and his brain had shorted out. That never happened. Even as a hormonal adolescent he’d been able to think with the right head.
As he jammed the truck in gear and climbed the gravel road up the hill, he tried to think of anything but that Saskia wore nothing beneath the wisp of a dress currently plastered to her lithe body. His dick was still telling him to race home, and his brain had to agree. He needed to get home and get his ass in a cold shower.
He might have to stay there all damned night to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. Again.
Maybe if this damned island were bigger, he would have figured out his next move by the time he pulled up beside the house.
"Someone is in a hurry." Saskia undid her seatbelt and climbed out of the truck.
He winced, realizing she thought he’d powered home for an entirely different reason. He rubbed the tense muscles in his neck, willing his mind to come up with some kind of escape route. Some way to rewind time so he hadn’t been stupid enough to get in the water.
But thinking brought to mind visions of Saskia naked, the feel of her nipple ring beneath his tongue, the taste of her. Maybe the only way out of this was to chop his own head off.
Either one would do.
He huffed a breath and got out of the truck, peering in the darkness for Saskia. The water had reflected the moonlight, but up here the world had been reduced to dark outlines. He thought of how she’d bounded towards the hammock when she’d first arrived and checked there. Finding it empty, he climbed in himself.Caribbean Christmas inspiration Pinboard - http://pinterest.com/jbayleyburke/caribbean-christmas/
Maybe he could fall asleep out here, dream up some solution and fix everything in the morning.
"You’re kind of freaking out, aren’t you?"
The sound of her voice startled him and his heart hammered even faster. "I’m sorry."
She had a sweet laugh, light and almost musical. "Sorry that the two minutes it took to drive here gave you time to have second thoughts and now your balls ache? Or sorry that in your head I was still a bratty kid and now we’re about to do some amazing things on your bed?"
"Both?" Neither. She was Dutch’s daughter, but it was more than that. She’d somehow had the power to make him stop thinking. He’d done that once before and wound up wrecked.
"It’s very sweet that you want to be noble." Her voice moved closer, yet he still startled when she laid a hand on his chest. She trailed over the contours of his muscles, pausing to roll a nipple between her fingers. Damn if it didn’t seem connected to his cock. "Or do you want me to come on to you? Is that your kink?"
"You are awfully interested in kinks. Every time you ask I wonder what yours is."
"I’m working on it."
He bit back a groan. "Listen, we need to slow this down." To a dead stop. He tried to remember why he’d been so frustrated with her just a few hours ago, but there was too much testosterone flowing through him for logic.
"I don’t beg. So if that’s your thing, you’re going to have to get over yourself." She pinched his nipple, but didn’t release it. Just kept holding until the sharp pain eased, a heavy ache taking its place. "Do you want to take me upstairs?"
"Yes," his traitorous mouth spoke for him. No doubt his greedy tongue wanted more of her. "But I’m not going to. You just got here, and you were drinking tonight…"
"I drank champagne." She released her hold, only to flick his tender peak with her fingernail. He covered the spot with his hand, pressing to hold the feeling in. "But I do have one request."
"You can have any room you want. I’ll stay out here."
"Johannes." Her hot breath puffed against his ear, her hair whispering against his shoulder. "No touching yourself. If you’re hard for me, it’s for me, not for you."
Her words went straight to his cock, filling it and deepening the ache in his balls. He wanted to squeeze himself, but didn’t. It was only fair.
Some days I feel like the schizzle. And some days I feel like schizzle. See what a little THE can do for a girl? 
The Pink Heart Society: Male On Monday : Olivier Martinez: Where do you get your ideas? Romance novelists get that question all the time. All writers, really. But The Pink Heart Society editor Jen...
My publisher has a review database that collects reviews they are alerted to. I didn't know the database existed until today, so I thought it would be fun to check it to see if I'd missed any. It turns out Google Alerts does a pretty good job, but a few slipped under the radar. Including this gem from Library Journal. This fast-paced story touches on the fears and sexiness of an illicit romance. Bayley-Burke (Compromising Positions; Her Cinderella Complex) gives both Breeze and Logan realistic concerns in their relationship, while providing each with a robust background. Like a piece of sweet chocolate, For Kicks is a quick bite of delicious fun. For Kicks, Library Journal
No matter what you do, you could be doing more.
What am I willing to give up? TV, internet, hobbies, volunteering, entertainment, household tasks, sleep, exercise, social life, reading How can I optimize my work environment? What practices will help me stay focused? What place can I call my own? Is the phone too distracting? Email? Internet? Do I work better at home or away? Does my family respect my working time? Cluttered or orderly? Music or quiet? Does tracking help? Goal setting? NaNo?Writing is a little bit of inspiration, some luck, and a whole lot of hard work.
Sometimes friends thoughts on your writing interferes with your relationships. It may be because they are not pursuing their dreams, and they reflect that on you.
Being taken seriously as a writer starts with you. Brain surgeons don't text in the middle of a procedure.
Stop sabotaging yourself. If you tell yourself it's too hard, you're saying it is harder than you want to work. Write faster - you don't have time to be self-indulgent, just get the job done. Try the 45/15 rule. Promise yourself to BITCHOK 45 minutes and then 15 minutes to do whatever writing sprints - like 1k1hrBette Davis said - If you stop being sacred, pack it up and go hime because you have lost it.
