Thursday, January 29, 2015

Welcome Jenna Jaxon

Hey All,

Taking a nice little break from packing to move in order to share a book with you. Ms. Jenna Jaxon has her newest out on the 23rd and wanted to make a little pit stop here to share it with you. I have an excerpt, one saucy cover, and a giveaway!

There are three stories in this book and here is an excerpt from one:

 Excerpt #1 from An Almost Perfect Night

“If you’re skinny dipping, you forgot to remove one very important piece of clothing.” 
She shrieked and whirled around. 
Roger stood on the beach behind her, a green bottle of Perrier in one hand. His gaze played up and down her naked torso, and his salacious grin widened. “Mind if I join you?”
She gasped, wrapping her arms across her chest to shield her breasts from his hot gaze. “What the hell are you doing back here?” 
“I came to make peace.” He waved the bottle at her. “Thought you might be thirsty by now.” 
Her gaze fastened on the green glass, her mouth suddenly dry as sand. She stepped toward him then froze as she glanced at his face. 
Roger stared at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He wiggled the bottle, challenging her to take it.
She’d be damned if she’d accept anything from him. Not here, anyway. That would make her feel weak, dependent. She eyed the condensation on the bottle. A single drop ran down the side, hung for a second at the bottom then plopped into the sand. 
Shit. Right now, she was weak, dependent, and thirsty. 
“Come on, Pam. It’s only water.” He still held the tempting thing out to her. Hell. She marched up to him, her steps as loud as she could make them on the packed sand. Stopping an arm’s length from him, she peeled one hand away from her breasts and shifted her other to cover as much as possible. For once, she thanked God for a B cup. She snared the bottle and shot him a look of triumph, only to realize the bottle was capped. To open it, she’d have to use her other hand. 
Furious, she shifted her gaze from the tantalizing object to his gleeful eyes. “Would you open this for me, please?” 
“Suddenly lost all your strength, have you, hon?” His eyes took on a hunger she remembered. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen your breasts before.” 
“Then you don’t need to see them again, do you?” Heat rose in her cheeks. He was enjoying this way too much. “Come on, open it. You said it was a peace offering.” 
“And these are part of the peace negotiations.” He stood, arms crossed over his muscled chest, better looking than she remembered. 
Not fair
“I’m bored, Pam. My date still hasn’t turned up, so I thought I’d come harass you a while. I’ll tell you what.” He reached for the Perrier and unscrewed the cap, but didn’t offer it to her. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” 
“And why would I want to see yours again?” She fixed her gaze on the bottle resting at his hips, watching the carbonated bubbles rise to the top, willing herself not to let her gaze stray toward his crotch.
“For old time’s sake?” His eyes flashed with mischief as he tipped the sparkling water up and started to drink. 
She stared, her parched lips opened in outrage. Glug, glug. He was making that sound on purpose. Was he going to drink the whole damned thing? 
After swallowing at least a third of the contents, he came up for air. “Ah! Hits the spot every time.” He grinned. “Still can’t take a joke? Too bad. Here.” He thrust it toward her. 
Pam grabbed the bottle with both hands and shoved the end into her mouth so quickly the glass clicked against her teeth. Greedily, she sucked in and almost choked. The exquisite lime-flavored water rushed into her body to hydrate parched cells. Three more guzzles, and she breathed deeply, satisfied for the moment. 
She wiped her hand across her chin where she’d dribbled and held the bottle out to him, but his slack-jawed attention was riveted on her chest. Which meant…. 
“You still look fine, Pam. Mighty fine.” Her ex-husband licked his lips, his grin reaching almost ear to ear. 
“Damn it, Roger.” She wrapped her arms around her breasts so fast she hit herself with the bottle. If there hadn’t still been some water left, she would’ve brained him with it. 
He reached down and slipped off his sandals then untied his drawstring, all the while grinning like a fool. With one swift movement, he shucked his pants to reveal a hard, tanned body, complete with a seriously large erection. 
She hadn’t seen that coming. 


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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Because I Fail At Life Sometimes...

Hey Everyone,

If you have been following the CIW then you know I've missed a couple days. Because of that I am giving everyone access to my entire post with exercises etc so you can get caught up right along with me.



Friday, January 16, 2015

Cultivate Inspiration Week One Day Three

Congratulations! You made it to the end of week one. Unless I'm talking to myself...but that's okay too.

This week's post is about Taking Action. I need you to do something for me. Grab a piece of paper and a pen or pencil or a sharpie --anything. I'll wait.

Once you're settled in I want you to write down a goal. Why are you taking this workshop? What do you hope to accomplish. Do you want to take your business to the next level? Do you want to write you first novel? or get back into writing period? Do you want to create a masterpiece of art unlike the world has ever seen? Anything. Just write it down on the piece of paper. Doesn't matter what size or shape or color. Did you write it? 

Now. Once you have it written, hold that paper in your hand and look at that goal. Think about it, ruminate on it, pet it, whatever works for you. Now think of someone who has already met that goal. Do you want to be the next JK Rowling or Vincent Van Gogh? Pick someone who has accomplished what you hope to achieve. The next step is to read about them, study them, learn them. See how they did this thing and soak it in. As you sit there and imagine yourself in that very spot one day you will feel it. You'll get that tingle in your chest and your palms. You want this. I know you do. I want it too. Guess what? You can get it by focusing on the habits of those that came before...although in the case of Van Gogh maybe you shouldn't emulate him entirely.

One common thread about these people is focus. Focus on that goal and you will see yourself there and it will push you to be better and create better.

Thanks for reading loves,

P.S. If you're asking yourself where are the exercises and step-by-step guides? Why is this all I get? You should be on the email list. You can get a .pdf guide (for free) with steps and exercises, quotes, and studies. Email me at monicacorwin(AT) or join the FB event page for more social interaction.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Cultivate Inspiration Week One Day Two

Welcome to Week One Day Two. If you're still with me this post is going to be about making choices.  This is all about your mind and how it might perceive things coming in or going out. 

Stress. Everyone deals with it. No one is immune to it's cutting grip. The choice is not to let it block out the rest. I can be stressed (I have a two year old toddler) and she can be throwing things, breaking things, in a general fit but the moment she comes up to me and says "mama, love you" I melt into a puddle. No matter how stressed I was a moment ago. I could push her away and say "no. go clean up your mess" but I don't. I kiss her and tell her I love her because I choose to feel that good emotion. 

One aspect of my life I fail this test is in traffic. No amount of mantra, affirmations, or chants are going to keep me from yelling obscenities at the person who cut me off. The point is knowing these things about yourself. I can yell at the "kind gentleman who showed me I was following too closely" and then I take a deep breath and jump back in the game.

Make the choice to allow inspiration into your mind. Feel things, marvel at things, wonder about things, touch things, laugh, joke, play. The minute you start playing and forgetting about the rest of it that is when you will truly start to filter in the world and grab all the inspiration it has to offer.

Now...for those of you thinking...I thought this was going to be a practical guide to cultivating inspiration...I need step by step guides and charts and exercises...that means you should be on the email list (or the FB event page) to get such things.

For now. Stay mindful and try to focus on taking a deep breathe and allowing the world entrance.


PS. Email me for that .pdf at monicacorwin(AT)

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Welcome D'Ann Lindun Today!

At sixteen, unwed and scared, Cat O’Brien gave up her newborn daughter for adoption. Seventeen years later Eve reappears…pregnant. 
Tanner Burke never forgot his first love. Or the daughter he gave up at eighteen. 
Forced together for the sake of their pregnant teenage daughter, can Tanner and Cat find a way to forgive each other and fall in love again? 

Ms. Lindun was kind enough to provide an excerpt! 

She grabbed the candy dish and peered through the peephole before sliding back the deadbolt. Someone stood on her porch, but Cat couldn’t make out any features through the tiny opening. She swung the door open and a gust of wind-driven snow blew in her face. The storm had picked up to be a regular winter gale, swirling snowflakes around them. Blinking, she looked around for small children, but only an adult in a heavy coat and a shawl covering most of the face stood there. Was this a teenager trick-or-treating? If so, as what? Obviously not a ghost or princess. 
“Can I help you?” 
The bundled-up figure mumbled something, but the words were lost in the wind. Cat struggled to hold the door with one hand, and held out the candy dish with the other. The stranger said something unintelligible. Cat raised her voice to be heard over the protesting shutters. “I can’t hear you.” 
The black scarf again muffled the answer. 
Cat shivered in the wind, but she was unwilling to let a total stranger in her house. This might be Granite, population eight hundred, but she had spent too many years in Denver to be careless. She motioned to the wicker chairs still sitting on the porch. “Step over here and tell me what brings you out in a storm.” 
Instead of moving toward the chairs, the stranger pulled the scarf from her face and striking blue eyes met Cat’s. “Are you Cathleen O’Brien?” 
“Yes.” A vague unease rose up Cat’s back. “Do I know you?” 
“No.” The girl jutted out her chin in an all-too-familiar gesture and shoved a wad of papers toward Cat. “But you gave birth to me.” 
“Oh, God.” Cat let go of the candy dish and it crashed to the floor, sending miniature candy bars and cheap plastic toys flying across the porch. Her knees threatened to buckle and she grabbed for the door. Was she hallucinating? How could this be? It wasn’t possible for the baby she’d given up almost eighteen years ago to be standing in front of her. She stared at the daughter she’d given birth to, but never seen. Her eyes, her nose…his mouth. 
She would not think about Tanner Burke. 

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Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!  
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