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Galleycat, the people who know all things related to books, publishing and authors, realize that a lot of Twitter users don't make the best use of socializing for fun and profit.  They've put up a "Cheat Sheet" to teach writers to tweet more effectively. 

While aimed at those of us whose idea of a good time is pounding the keyboard, the tips in the article sound beneficial for all tweeters.  The tips are taken from a data report by Buddy Media, and Galleycat passes along the hints in a handy, easy to save "Cheat Sheet."

I found some of them surprising.  For example, they say that the best time to tweet is between 8 am and 7 pm and tweets during those hours receive a 30% higher engagement rate.  That surprised me because during most of those hours many poor, unfortunate writers are - like me - chained to a day job we're trying to write our way out of.  If these are the hours with the highest traffic, lots of day job writers must be tweeting on the clock.  (I take the 5th on that). 

The "Cheat Sheet" also says you should tweet 4 times a day - or less.  That, I really don't get.  Lots of the people I follow seem to tweet links to or reviews from their books alone more times a day than that!  I don't tweet book links a lot.  Some days I'll tweet one, but I worry about people thinking I'm ONLY engaged in the forum to drive sales.  I guess that's one of the reasons all writers are there, but I don't think it should be the main one - it's certainly not mine. 

The main reason I'm on the site is that it is one of the best ways on Planet Earth to interact with a huge range of people I'd never normally get to meet, and all those folks pass along lots of different info.  For example, from Twitter I knew we'd gotten Osama long before the press publicized it. 

Maybe I should tweet more sales links and reviews.  Some of the people who do - I shall NOT name them - have amazing sales numbers.  I guess my "Southernness" interferes with me being an effective tweeter of sales links -- imposing is impolite, don'tcha know?

I'm guessing most of us could use some lessons in twitterology and this "Cheat Sheet" seems to give some great pointers that pass along lots of info in a quick and easily understandable chart. 

Enjoy - and if you don't already, follow me on twitter @quackingalone.

Recent studies say that stress, particularly job stress, has women so stretched and frazzled that sex is disappearing from their radar screens.  One such study found that 6 of 10 British working women believe that job stress "dramatically affects their sex lives."   

Author Jilly Cooper says:

Women don’t want to have sex anymore because they have too much on their plates.“Doctors’ waiting rooms are absolutely brimming these days with women suffering from low libidos,” Cooper told The Telegraph.

“I have talked to a lot of young women about this, and they just don’t seem to do it any more,” Cooper adds. “Honestly, I suppose it’s because we all have so many other demands on our time now.”

And stress has the opposite affect on some women.  A travel magazine study found that 40% of women in their 20's had a one-night-stand while on vacation and 10% of them average more than 4 sexual partners a week.

Maybe it's just that the young have more energy.  Maybe it's that they haven't yet formed dreams and had them crushed beneath the relentless burden of daily stress in a world gone mad.  I don't think it's just sex that women are too stressed for these days.  So many of us feel like the camel - one more straw will be one too many for our backs- our psyches- and our lives.     

Romance novels allow women to escape long enough to shed a straw or two from their load, so they can keep on keeping on a bit longer.  Combine that escape with racy, raunchy and over-the-top bad boy sex a la Fifty Shades of Grey, and it may even perk up enough interest for a mattress mambo. 

Hopefully we'll all get to chill out soon.  Until that happens, I'll be reading a little romance to give me an escape hatch and writing a little more to provide one for all the other women out there who, like me, are tired of racing rats.  Right now, I'm working on a new one for my Forever Series - this one is Peter's story and it's gonna be good.  I hope it'll hit the shelves in time to be on everyone's Christmas list.

Until my new one is out, boogle on over to my book list and pick up one to rev your engine enough to speed straight  through your 9 to 5 and wind up in your bedroom for the best kind of nightcap.  

Move over blind dates, matchmaking services and online dating - the new trend for finding love is pheromone parties. 

According to dictionary.com, pheromone means: 

/ˈfɛrəˌmoʊn/ Show Spelled[fer-uh-mohn]
noun Animal Behavior . any chemical substance released by an animal that serves to influence the physiology or behavior of other members of the same species.

Partygoers are asked to sleep in a shirt for 3 nights and then put it in a zip-lock bag, freeze it and then bring it to the party.  The freezer bags are placed on a table and an index card with a number is put in each bag.  Attendees sniff the bags.  Once they find one they like, a picture is snapped of the person with the bag and projected on a wall.  Then the owner of the item should come forward and love should soon follow. 

The problem?  Some of the owners are too shy to step forward even when they recognize their bag. 

Studies have been conducted into the science behind the smell of attraction.

Research studies using similar T-shirt experiments have shown that people prefer different human scents. But whose smell they prefer is dictated by a set of genes that influence our immune response — which researchers say is nature's way of preventing inbreeding and preserving genetic adaptations developed over time.

"Humans can pick up this incredibly small chemical difference with their noses," said Martha McClintock, founder of the Institute for Mind and Biology at the University of Chicago. "It is like an initial screen."

In one such study, McClintock and her colleagues had participants sniff inside a covered box without knowing that in some cases they were smelling worn T-shirts. What they found was people preferred the odors of those who had different genetic makeups from their own, but not radically different.

What it comes down to is that what smells like love to me may smell like bad news to you, and vice versa.  Love is one of the greatest forces in the universe and time after time, it has refused to be boxed, labeled or categorized.  When love is ready for you it will find you - so long as you don't try to tie it down, pen it up or define it out of existence.

So what does love mean?  It means anything and everything -- with a cherry on top.    

Last week, I headed back to Dallas and the Southfork ranch along with a bunch of other folks.  According to news reports, 6.8 million of us watched the premiere last week, meaning that TNT won the night last Wednesday.   In case you missed it, here's a run down on the episode.  I think its well worth watching.

The series kept the music score, and hearing the theme song casts a bunch of right back into some better years when the economy looked brighter and adulthood was a bright shiny light, beckoning us to where all our dreams would come true.  Some of us (me in particular) are still trying - but the Dallas premiere reminded me why I should have my fingers on a keyboard during every spare moment. 

JR is back in true, dastardly form and has there ever been a villain we loved to hate as much as this one?  Bobby is still the white knight tilting against windmills - and both men have young, hunky sons carrying on their legacies.  Everyone wants Southfork, and a deep, abiding love of land is a theme that really resounds with most Americans. 

As the series opens, JR's son, John Ross discovers oil on Southfork, a place the late Miss Ellie refused to allow ever to be drilled, and apparently her will spoke to that.  John Ross is trying to have the will tossed out.  Christopher, Bobby's kid, has been exploring alternate energy.  In the opener, Bobby, who has run Southfork, is planning to sell it to help fund Christopher's new company.  But an explosion in China means the alternative energy may not be ready for prime time, and we learn that JR and John Ross are bonding the way only Ewing's can - by trying to stab each other in the back in their attempts to gain control of the ranch.

There are also love issues aplenty, as JR is with a girl whose true love is Christopher.  In the opener, Christopher marries another woman and we learn that his romance with JR's girl broke up because of an email he never sent.  We also learn that that Christopher's new wife is running a scam with her brother, meaning that she wants the power and the wealth more than the love of any man - so she fits right in as a Ewing.  Viewers see right away that John Ross's girl belongs with Christopher and Christoher's new wife belongs with John Ross.  Yep, it feels a lot like a nice, steamy romance novel - a good one from back in the "old school" days.  

My favorite thing about the new Dallas is that just like the old one, it's over-the-top all the way.  That's my POV and writing style for all my romance novels.  So, if you like the new Dallas, pick up one of my books and you'll see the same high-kicking spirit that takes you over the top and keeps heading upwards. 

And if you missed the premiere of the show last week, tune in this Wednesday for a Dallas-sized dose of love and lust, power and passion, honor and betrayal

A search for "naughty school girls" hits the blog nearly every day and usually multiple times.  It's one of those strange things that makes me say -- hanh? 

It's the cover for Griffin's and John's post about covers that hits, I think.  I just find it an odd search to land on a romance blog.  I never see searches for naughty school boys hit, but now that I've mentioned it here - I bet they'll start coming too! 

Here are some random phrases thrown out just to attract searches everywhere: 

  • Shagging at Myrtle Beach;
  • Two For One Sale;
  • Lusty Ladies;
  • Lusty Lads;
  • Day Jobs Are Cruel and Unusual Punishment;
  • Geeks Are Sexy;
  • Sex On The Beach;
  • Sex In The Sand;
  • Handcuffs in Strange Places;
  • 9 to 5 Is 8 Hours Too Long;
  • Fifty Shades of Furries;
  • Whips and Chains With Cherries On Top;
  • Sex On A Tightrope Over Niagra Falls;
  • Forever Isn't Long Enough Unless It's Too Long;
  • Writers Are Strange People Who Do Strange Things;

Okay - that's enough for now.  Maybe we'll throw some more grist out for the search engines again later.

If you're strange enough to search for some of these things, you deserve what you hit and you should go buy one - or all - of my books immediately.  Think of it as penance.

Phenom author Erika Leonard (EL James) is considering rewriting Fifty Shades of Grey from the POV of the hero, Christian Grey.  The present trilogy is seen through the eyes of the heroine, Ana.  The view from the eyes of the hero would look like a different tale entirely.

As Leila, Grey's former submissive says, "the Master is dark."  The story seen through his eyes would be a dark, tangled and twisted tale.  I'm not sure it would have been the sensation of the current books, as I don't know that a lot of readers would have bought the Master's Tale the first time around.  However, after reading the story from Ana's perspective, I think the author could count on a lot of readers being interested in the troubled hero's thoughts of all the events Ana could see only through her innocent eyes.

The story through Christian's eyes would be, like him, "fify shades of fucked up."  I bet it would be an amazing read but I think it would be very challenging to write.  Christian Grey's POV is much more over-the-top so I'd be bound to like that version now, wouldn't I? 

Here's hoping that unlike Stephenie Meyer, Erika Leonard actually pulls it off.  A trip down the dark side of desire through the eyes of fifty shades himself would be a unique literary journey.  I only have one question:  Would that make it "daddy porn?"

At last - at long, long, endlessly long last - my new book - Dangerous Relations:  The Office Ink -  is out and available.  This is the third book in my "love and the law" line, which we call "Dangerous Relations."   The books out so far aren't related, so they're not really "a series" - except for the fact that they occur in Myrtle Beach (my home town) and some of the characters recur and/or know each other.

Okay, maybe it's sort of a series.  Except it's not.

This one arose when my demented mind began pondering the old cliche - "never dip your pen in the office ink."  Before you'd have been able to call the little men with a padded truck and a straitjacket, the office had become The Ballinger Law Firm in Myrtle Beach.  It came fully equipped with Mommy lawyer, Daddy lawyer and two battling lawyer brothers - Jed, the firstborn and Mark, the younger brother. The brothers couldn't be more different - except that underneath their differences, they're an awful lot alike.

For one thing, they're both very competitive - or at least they are on the surface.  Perhaps, beneath it all, the only one competing for anything is Mark.  Exactly what he's competing for only becomes clear late in the story.  Mark is very much a central figure in the tale - despite the fact that he never appears as a living, breathing character.  As the story opens, Jed hears a scream, which catapults him to consciousness - much to his regret.  He finds himself on his office sofa, where he's passed out after taking a physical beating following the emotional one he delivered to Gemma, his associate - the lady who just screamed - the lady he and his brother both wanted and neither could have.

See, Joe Ballinger and Sophie Ballinger, parents of Jed and Mark and Senior Partners at the family law firm had a rule forbidding anyone from dipping their pen into the office ink.  Translation - no hanky and no panky at the office.  That prohibition should've been reason enough for Jed to have  listened to his parents a few months back at the interviews at the Law School.  Gemma walked into the room to interview for an associate's job right after Mark hired the candidate Jed would've hired.  In exchange for Jed backing down and letting Mark hire the disputed candidate, Sophie promised that Jed could have first choice of the others.

When Gemma Marshall walked in the room for an interview she captured both brother's interest.  But Jed was locally famous for his success with the ladies.  He was the designated Damsel Delighter of the Esquire Club, a group of Myrtle Beach lawyers dedicated to the bachelor life.  The Club would send Jed the name of the next lady he was charged with seducing.  After he succeeded - and he always succeeded - they'd carve a new notch in the ceremonial gavel.  There were a lot of notches.  But Gemma? From the instant Jed laid eyes on her, he knew she was someone he had to hold onto by any means necessary.

It took some maneuvering to get Gemma to accept the job Jed insisted on offering - over his parent's objections - but finally he backed Gemma into a corner so that she had no choice.  But once she joined the firm, the sibling rivalry became local legend and an office joke, although it was no joke to the brothers.  Her presence created a pressure cooker for Jed - he wanted her more with every passing day but he couldn't have her and he couldn't have anyone else either.  Jed's family and friends wanted Miss Marshall gone and Mark was convinced Jed would return to his ingrained Damsel Delighter ways, betray Gemma and then she'd turn to Mark.

Well, the day did come when Jed had taken too much, been pushed too far, had changed too much from the man he'd always been.  And his Esquire Club buddies picked the right night to push him into joining them at a strip club where they'd arranged for all the strippers to be especially friendly to Jed.  Even though the touch and taste of her made him sick - literally- Jed ended up taking the stripper back to the office bcause he thought it would help him get himself back.  Instead, it cost him everything.

Gemma walked in to find Jed and the stripper naked on his office sofa.  So Mark turned out to be right - Jed did betray Gemma.  But Mark also turned out to be wrong - he didn't win the lady and ride his Harley off into the sunset. Because that scream that awakened Jed the morning after his go-round with the stripper and his later go-round with his brother?  That was Gemma screaming when she discovered Mark lying bloody and dead, very dead, on his office floor - just a wall away from where Jed had crawled onto his sofa and into a bottle to try to drink away his troubles.

But Mark is found holding a bare-breasted photo of Gemma cavorting in a waterfall.  So not only did Jed have all the motive in the world - Gemma had a few reasons to have killed Mark as well.

The appearance of Mark's ghost should make solving his murder a cinch - except that he appears only to Jed and refuses to disclose the killer's identity.  Well, he doesn't so much refuse as claim that he can't because it violates some after world code of ethics.  Either way, Mark keeps insisting that Jed has all the clues he needs to solve the crime.  If that's so, Jed just can't see it.  He sees the puzzle, but he can't make the pieces fit.

And Jed better figure it out soon - if he wants to avoid being convicted of the crime.  Because the trial has started, the Judge has named Jed as co-counsel in his own defense and all Jed can see is how he still feels about the woman who betrayed him in ways he never imagined possible.

Will Jed be able to put the pieces together in time to get the real killer convicted, save himself, and see whether he and Gemma might still have a future together?

Pick up Dangerous Relations;  The Office Ink to discover how dangerous, enticing, and deadly pen dipping can be. You'll never look at ink the same way again!

This is a brief post to highlight one that Joe Konrath has up over at his blog  Joe's blog is a Newbie's Guide to Publishing and the post up now is titled "Pushing the Button,"  written by author Jude Hardin.  It deals with Jude's struggle about when to quit the day job and write full time. 

Yes, Virginia, Jude pushed the button and in this post he explains the struggle to get to this point and how he got the courage to live the dream. 

Not only does Jude explain the inner and outer journey that got him to this point, but Joe Konrath gives tips on how a writer knows it's time to stop dreaming and start writing full time.  It's a great post from Jude and fabu tips from Joe. 

Writing full time is my dream too.  I'm not at the point where it's possible yet.  I'm still trying to write my way to writing full time.  Recently, I've made a conscious decision to set aside more time for writing so that I can push out more books for my fans.  More books mean more sales and that is the path to paradise - writer style. 

Over the weekend I'll blog and give y'all all the lowdown on my new one that's out now and I may even toss out a hint about the one I just started.  My WIP is the next installment in my Forever Series - it's Peter's story.  Fans have been asking for that one.   And I love hearing from readers.  It's nice to know that there are folks crazy enough to take a trip over the top with the duck lady.

Now, all I need is a mass outbreak of insanity to spawn a horde of new risk-takers ready to live life from the most radical POV - over the top of reality.  Trust me, folks, the view from the top is good, but the view from over the top is better.

And each sale brings me one step closer to pushing that button too.  In the meantime, pop over to Joe's place and give Jude's post a read.

I've now finished reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" by EL James. As everyone on the planet likely knows by now, Grey is a trilogy and "Fifty Shades of Grey" is part 1. The books have received everything from lavish praise and adulation, to a life-changing movie deal for the author, to scorn and demeaning comments for the writer and the book's fans. I must've been fated to read it because I was still mulling over whether the books were worth the investment when my eldest bought me Fifty Shades in paper for Mother's Day.

And no, there was nothing weird about the gift. Zack had heard me mention it and recalled my saying that it was written as a tribute to Twilight. Zack's a big Twilight fan, and he knows I like tribute books (mine - Dangerous Relations: Griffin's Law is my nod to Grey's Anatomy).  So, being a thoughtful child, he picked up this one for me.

Here it sat, in my house as a gift for Mother's Day.  I hadn't decided whether to take the plunge and buy it - and this is where I have a confession to make - I'm not an erotica reader. My first acquaintance with the genre came with my first ebook publishing venture -  way back before Amazon built  the Kindle,  when no one ever dreamed that books would be mainstream in any form but paper, there was a little company called Mobipocket.  I first epublished there (later, Amazon bought Mobi and used the platform/engine to build the Kindle). Erotica sold better on Mobi than anything else, so I'd occasionally peruse the covers. Floating torsos.  Multiple torsos. The covers would show three or four men and one woman or sometimes several women and one man, and all of them would be naked and hovering. 

Ick.  What that reminded me of was growing up in a little town called Hartsville, SC where there was one of  THOSE drive-in theaters.  And sometimes, even respectable married ladies would venture in.  My Mom and my aunt took me and my cousin a couple of times as elementary school kids.  They told us to sleep in the back seat, but as long as we were quiet, they weren't going to interrupt their guilty pleasure to spank us for not sleeping.  Invariably, in the movies someone would show up for their first day at a new job and before they'd even filled out the tax forms, everyone in the office would be naked and going at it hard.  Or someone would move into a new house and order a pizza but they'd end up with the delivery guy, the plumber and welcome wagon ladies who brought a lot more than bundt cake.  It sort of put me off the genre.  As young marrieds, my hubby and I would sometimes rent one of those movies to enjoy together and as we wandered around the back section of the video store, I'd hand him a box and ask -- does this one look like it might have a plot?  (In case you're wondering, the answer always turned out to be no).

I hadn't decided whether I wanted 5o Shades, but it seemed to want me.  It's nice being wanted.  Then I started hearing high and mighty PC types calling Fifty Shades - "Mommy Porn."   Okay, if the PC crowd hated it, then I had to give it a try.  At least there are no floating torsos on the cover.

...continue reading "What Could Be Stranger Than Fifty Shades? My Review"