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1227FW: Newsletter, May, 2013
- Lynne ConnollyMay 7 1:21 PM
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I know it’s unconscionably late, but I’ve been doing exciting things. I’ve been at the RT Convention in Kansas City and before that I was in Washington, researching for a new trilogy I’m planning. More vampires!
RT was great, but the gossip was fairly low-key or quiet. There are some publishers to avoid, some up and coming, and the turmoil surrounding epub, self-publishing and traditional publishing was more or less non-controversial here. Maybe that’s because RT has always taken a tolerant attitude to epublishing and has had an epublishing strand since my first year, 2007. I know, the Dark Ages!
For me, the convention started with the Boot Camp, where I taught Goal, Motivation, Conflict with Linnea Sinclair and Stacey Cade and then Dialogue with the equally awesome Kathy Lyons (Jade Lee). I really enjoyed my teaching, and I think the students enjoyed the boot camp, too. that evening I co-hosted a new event, a reception for the international visitors. Yes, for those of you who asked, even Canada! It was a really great opportunity to meet the visitors from overseas and over-border, and to connect for the first time this convention. I’m afraid a lovely lady walked through the door and said, when I asked, “I’m from Canada but I was originally from Wales.” At which point I yelled, “You’re Mary Balogh!” Yes, Mary Balogh came to my party! She even talked to me later, too, so I didn’t completely take her ears out when I told her something she knew already.
We went on to the equally awesome Aussie dinner, and I sat at the same table as Jennifer Blake, though I managed to keep my fangirling to a minimum there. The legends of romance, especially historical romance, were all over RT this year. I even managed to meet Laura Kinsale, one of my inspirations.
The Ellora’s Cave party, being Disco themed was right up my street. The Cavemen were awesome, even the Poor Baby at the end who had difficulty keeping his steps in time! The dance floor after the routine was packed. There might be some pictures of me online, but you can ignore them, they were a wicked imposter!
I did the virgins this year. More particularly, I did the class that oriented the newcomers to RT. They were a terrific bunch this year. I had a great RT. The atmosphere and the attendees were terrific, and everybody had smiles on their faces.
I am now staying at the house of the amazing Desiree Holt, who couldn’t attend RT this year, but she is fine and thriving and writing, writing, writing.
Okay, now to other news, about my new release this month.
Nice ‘n’ Easy is the new release in the Nightstar series. I had such a blast writing these books that I’ve agreed to write another, about the manager, Chick Fontaine. But that’s in the future. We now have the story of Donovan Harvey, the British bass player for Murder City Ravens, currently on the Nightstar tour, but he has a secret – he’s also the author of a popular graphic novel.
Nightstar, Book 3
Heart-stoppingly sexy Donovan Harvey, bassist for Murder City Ravens, is also a writer. At his first fantasy convention, he wants to launch his new book, not find the love of his life. He gets both.
Allie, unabashed fan and book editor, can’t believe she’s locking lips with the bassist for the hottest band, but sometime during their first searingly hot encounter she discovers Donovan the man, not the rock musician, and she’s even more smitten.
They can’t get enough of each other. In the shower, against the wall, even in bed, Donovan talks during sex, leading Allie through fantasies she’d never imagined before, presenting her with scenarios she can’t resist, setting her alight with steamy stories he’ll never share with anyone else. She inspires him. He gives her ideas.
But Murder City Ravens is on a world tour, and Allie needs to stay in New York if she’s to make a success of her career. When her company asks her to poach Donovan from his current publisher, Allie hesitates, but her boss makes it impossible for her to refuse without losing her job.
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He’d booked a suite. A living room, bedroom and bathroom with a kitchenette off the living room. Not disgustingly luxurious, like a penthouse suite, but far better than her room, which up until now she’d thought large and comfortable.
She had to say something. “Wow, you’re a star of the show?”
He turned to face her, suspicion closing the expression on his face. “What do you mean?”
“The big authors and the organizers of the con have suites. The rest of us have rooms.”
He shrugged. “I like to be comfortable and they had a suite available. That’s all.”
Yeah, she’d bet. Life on the road was a real drag, sleeping in the back of vans and traveling all night. Allie shook her head disgustedly. He could have whatever he wanted. He’d earned it, for sure. Her nervousness was trying to find excuses for her to leave, her conscience screaming at her, Get out, get out!
Allie decided to ignore the spiteful bitch. Unable to stay away a millisecond longer, she moved toward him. “I don’t do things like this.” Not for real. But at the thought, liquid soaked her panties.
“Like what?” He reached out, drew her to him and as she looked up into his face, dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. “We’ll only go as far as you want to.” He smiled. “I aim to persuade you to do everything. All of it. But I won’t force you.” The smile turned wicked. “Unless you want it.”
“Only one night,” she said.
He lost the smile. “I don’t do meaningless one-night stands. Not these days. Gave them up a while back.”
She wondered at that. Rock stars defined one-night stands, so if he wanted a sex life, how could he avoid it? In any case, her fantasy didn’t involve more than that. Not that she could tell him. “My client arrives tomorrow.”
His caressing hand stilled. “What kind of client?”
She stared up at him and her heart quickened when she understood what he thought. Client, hotel, duh. “I’m an Assistant Editor with Casterbridge. A new author is arriving tomorrow and it’s my job to look after him. He’s nervous because he’s hit big with his first book, so I’m babysitting him.”
A smile quirked the corner of his mouth. It made him look sexily mischievous. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” His apology and her acceptance, so easily done, as if they knew each other well. A guilty pang hit her when she recalled that she knew more about him and he didn’t know that. He thought she hadn’t recognized him. It wasn’t as if Murder City Ravens was a teenage sensation kind of band, on every reality singing show around, but they’d still received a lot of exposure. If she didn’t watch talk shows or watch video channels, she supposed she could have missed it. Or she might have heard of the band but not know them by sight.
Should she tell him? It might be best. Before she did, he went first. “I guess I jumped to conclusions. Can we be just this, Donovan and Allie? Nothing else for now?”
She swallowed her confession back because she wanted him more than she wanted the truth right now. “Okay. Just us.”
“I like that.” He lowered his head to kiss her. She met him halfway, going on tiptoe and holding on to his shoulders.
He took possession. No hesitation, no doubts, he took her and, with a single-mindedness that matched his, she followed him into the abyss.
She had no idea how long they kissed, but it was so delicious, she didn’t know if she even wanted to move on. Ideally, they’d kiss for a week, then caress each other for another, and ease into lovemaking, but they had no time for that. They only had one night. Already she was going beyond her own personal fantasy and thinking of two, if her author decided to give her a break and get an early night and Donovan wasn’t busy. Too many ifs to rely on that happening. All she could guarantee was now.
He broke the kiss and stared at her with a wonder that mirrored her own. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” She fought to regain her breath, and then he took it away again.
She nodded. He took her hand and led her to the other room.
If she’d known where it was, she’d have done the leading, but once there he didn’t stop until they reached the wide, inviting bed. Its cover was the same color as the one in her room, a dusty gray, but the fabric looked better and the bed much larger. Not that she cared overmuch. Against the door, on the floor—as long as they fucked, and soon. She tugged at his T-shirt. He brushed her hands away and ripped it over his head.
Oh shit, he was perfect. Smooth muscle responded to his movements, his skin lightly tanned, and he had a small tattoo on his left shoulder. She didn’t have to stare at it to know it was an eagle in flight. He had a bracelet on his upper left arm, barbed wire in black, which was emphasized when he played wearing short sleeves. He rarely went topless on stage, but Allie wasn’t too proud to admit that she lived for those few times.
She even had some shots on her computer, shaky videos captured by fans and one memorable studio photo, when the whole band went topless. The only one she knew about, and she’d searched thoroughly.
Now she had all that deliciousness to herself. Without stopping to rationalize, she leaned into him and licked the eagle. It tasted wonderful.
Donovan stepped back. “Hey, that tickles. How about it being your turn? You can lick George all you want later.”
The promise gave her thrills. She paused. “George?”
He gave a self-conscious laugh. “Yes, how about that? My sister claimed it had to have a name, so I called it George. Out of the blue.”
“I think George is a perfectly wonderful name.”
He gestured to her, flapping one hand. “Off.”
Swallowing, she obeyed, unbuttoning her silk top in record time, then stripping it down her arms and letting it fall.
A half-smile curved one corner of his mouth. “Very nice. But you’re still behind me.”
He was topless, she wasn’t. Her mouth went dry as familiar anxiety clawed at her. She’d never felt fully happy with her body, especially since sharing the room with Nancy, who’d kindly suggested a surgeon last night.
B-cup breasts didn’t cut it with men these days, apparently.
When she removed her bra, she realized Nancy had got it wrong, with this man anyway. His gaze fixed on her nipples, already hardening without any stimulation other than his greedy gaze.
He didn’t touch her, as she expected. Instead, he kept his attention on her while he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and shoved them down his legs, peeling off his underwear and socks, kicking off his shoes before removing them.
Completely, utterly buck-naked. So beautiful. Legs that powered his stage performances now planted firmly apart, toes gripping the soft carpet while he raised a brow and stared at her. “You’re dawdling.”
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