tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38261676429921869242012-03-14T05:35:07.827-04:00Random and frequently irrelevant observations by contemporary romance novelist Meg Maguire.Meg Maguirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15518696543148231758noreply@blogger.comBlogger3441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826167642992186924.post-15635889644722068182012-02-14T08:35:00.000-05:002012-02-14T08:35:35.533-05:00

Hey all! The Super Lucky #1 Fun Blog has moved premises. I'm switching to Tumblr, as I've found I prefer the format—perfect for sharing visual tidbits and all the other muse-y bric-a-brac that gets me excited each day, plus excerpts and quotes and video nonsense. I made sure to get a theme with a comments hack, so I'll still be able to participate in Six Sentence Sunday fun. And now any old day

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Welcome once again, Sixers! Got my shiny new ARCs of the print version of my romance The Reluctant Nude in the mail this week, which got me thinking about those characters again… (FYI, Max is French, hence his slightly odd dialogue.) “When I touch you—” Max reached out his hands again, inching them forward until he touched her elbows “—you are like fireworks.” He slid his palms up, slipping them

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Happy Superb Owl XLVI, sixers! I couldn't think of any football-themed snippets to share, but I've got plenty of New England-related ones—go Pats! So here are six sentences from one of my evil conjoined erotica-writing twin Cara McKenna's earlier novellas, Willing Victim, which features the towniest Boston hero we've yet written. (Note: if you're tempted by the writing, please read the book's

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Encouraged by how easy the lemon scones were to make, I adapted the recipe so I could try savory ones (a bakery favorite of my manfriend.) They're super fatty, and equally delicious. You'll need: 3 rashers bacon3 cloves garlic, minced¼ cup onion, minced 2⅔ cups all-purpose flour 1 tsp. baking powder ¼ tsp. baking soda 1 teaspoon salt few shakes red pepper flakes 1 stick butter, frozen 4 oz.

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No manjectification today. The thing that's got me the most smitten this week is a documentary—the most engaging film I've seen since Hanna. It knocked my socks off. I'm not even going to tell you what it's about or post a trailer. I'll just say it's called Marwencol, and that you should go find it on DVD, rent or buy it off iTunes, or view it on Netflix Instant Watcher. Go. Now.

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Welcome once again, sixers! One more snippet from my manuscript Badger: A Strange Tale of Love, Sex, and Vigilante Justice, and we'll move on to something else next week. This is from the same scene as last week's six, a couple pages onward. (If it's your first visit, the heroine is a recovering Vicodin addict and the anti-hero is a vigilante cyclist with a grab-bag of psychological disorders.)

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In honor of my current Blaze revisions—a mantage of foxy pilots! For the curious, from left-to-right, top-to-bottom: Alan Tudyk as Wash in Firefly, Parker Hurley styled as a pilot from some photo shoot, Harrison Ford as Han Solo from Star Wars, Tahmoh Penikett as Helo from Battlestar Galactica, Laurence Fishburne as Hannibal Lee from The Tuskegee Airmen, Gregory Peck as Frank Savage from Twelve

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I can't believe I'd never made scones before! They're so easy and fast. I adapted this recipe from one for plain scones I found on allrecipes.com. I also plugged my version into my nutrition app, and can report that one scone (one-eighth of the recipe) is 274 calories and has about 15 grams of fat…but luckily they're as delicious as they are unhealthful. Not a suggested serving size! Is teh

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Sickly souls like me! Between bouts of sniffling and shivering today, I made myself some chicken soup. Here's my favorite recipe. You'll need: 3 boneless chicken thighs (cage-free organic if you want to go to heaven) cut into small bites 1 quart chicken or vegetable stock 2 quarts water 1 tsp. olive oil ½ large white onion, minced 3 stalks celery, minced 2 large carrots, chopped, or sliced into

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Welcome, sixers! Yet more this week from Badger: A Strange Tale of Love, Sex, and Vigilante Justice. The anti-hero has just turned up at the heroine's apartment, bleeding from a bicycle accident. I loitered in the threshold as he soaped and rinsed his hands, dried blood washing away to reveal injuries slightly less gross than I’d feared. But they needed wrapping. Once he’d splashed his scrapes

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I trust this week's thrustee needs no introduction. Wanting more of that patented Gregory Peck cocked eyebrow action? Watch Roman Holiday. I swear he doesn't set the thing down once the entire movie. Here's its gay-and-giddy fifties-tastic original trailer:

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Welcome, sixers! More this week from Badger: A Strange Tale of Love, Sex, and Vigilante Justice. Here's the title character, the Badger, talking to the heroine about his grab-bag of mental disorders (a semi-continuation of last week's six). “I have a really nasty temper, and no restraint. I’ve basically got no impulse control, so I do whatever I feel like, the second I feel it. I’m also into

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I'm in Maine at the moment, visiting my parents and also taking a few days away from my usual routines so I can tackle a couple sets of revisions with fresh eyes and a relaxed noggin, in a different space than I normally do. The drive from Boston takes about two hours, and I bet I spent at least half that time crying. Before you worry, I wasn't sobbing, my vision wasn't impaired, I wasn't having

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Ruthie Knox is one of my favorite people—an impressive feat considering I've never actually been in the same room with her. Yet. She's my friend, fellow romance novelist, critique partner, blog cohort, and future suitemate for the 2012 Romantic Times Booklovers' Convention. So it was highly gratifying last week when I was able to give her the gift of Parker Hurley. With a wonder tangible even in

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Fotoshop by Adobé from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.

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Happy Sunday, everyone! Well, my weird-ass work-in-progress is no longer a work-in-progress, so I should really just start referring to it as Badger. It's pretty much done, barring some final edits, nearly ready to be foisted upon unsuspecting literary agents. Here's the Badger, a cut-rate bicycle vigilante, explaining to the heroine what drives him to assault litterers and bad drivers with a

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If you don't watch The Biggest Loser, you'll be saying, "Huh? Who?" If you do watch The Biggest Loser, you'll be biting your lip and squirming in your seat and imagining Atlanta-born fox Dolvett Quince in a sleeveless shirt screaming at you to sweat more. His arms are as big as most people's thighs and his smile is like BLAM! and he talks all smooth and calm (when he's not screaming). He is

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Happy New Year, sixers! Another sampling from Headstrong (aka the New Zealand love-triangle book) which came out this past week from Samhain. The basic deal: Libby has an unrequited crush on Reece; Reece's brother Colin has an unrequited crush on Libby. Libby (who's just slightly crazy and rather persuasive) has fast-talked Reece into acting as her supposedly platonic kissing instructor, as a

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Shaolin ★★★   This was such a hard movie to review, and I'm not even sure why. Shaolin (2011) was beautifully filmed, finely acted, with multiple satisfying character arcs and quality fight choreography. It also featured a charming and hefty-yet-well-balanced cameo by Jackie Chan, but didn't allow the guest mega-star to steal the show. Shaolin has a historic biopic feel (seems to be the

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I thought for this final Thrusty Thursday post of the year, I'd take a look back at my favorite of the fifty-odd thrustees of the past twelve months. Do join me! In unbiased order of appearance, I give you my… TOP TEN HE-FOXES OF 2011 1. The now tragically late Andy Whitfield, thrusted upon January 13: 2. Jamie Dornan, April 21: 3. Vincent Gallo, May 5: 4. David Gandy, June 9: 5. Romain

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Hey all! I'd be remiss if I didn't at least pretend to be half-decent at self-promo and mention I have new book out today. Headstrong is now available as an e-book from Samhain (and via Kindle and Nook, though Samhain has the best price at the moment.) It's a full-length contemporary love-triangle romance. Here's the blurb: Libby Prentiss is ready to simply be herself. After half a lifetime

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I just ran across Joe Manganiello for the first time while co-curating the Raggedy-Ass Men Tumblr. Christ, do I ever feel ripped off. There's been some guy out there, perfectly pre-fabbed to cast as any number of my books' heroes, and I hadn't known?! He's most famous for his werewolf role in HBO's True Blood, so maybe this is what I get for lacking the paranormal gene. Still, better late than

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This week I thought I'd pretend I'm remotely good at self-promo, and share six sentences from my December 27 Samhain romance release, Headstrong (aka the New Zealand love-triangle book). The basic deal: Libby Prentiss has an unrequited crush on Reece Nolan; Reece's brother Colin has an unrequited crush on Libby. Colin is bartending at the Nolan family's pub, and Libby is sitting across from him.

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Since I began co-curating the Raggedy-Ass Men Tumblr a couple weeks ago, I've had to spend far more time than usual Googling images of doable men. It's been a real hardship. But while I've been dutifully, joylessly Googling said doable men, I noticed one particular fox coming up again and again, whether I was looking for a "hot coal miner" or a "sexy forest ranger" or a "muddy male model". His

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Another snippet from my weird-ass work-in-progress. I'm currently at 93,000 words and praying I can wrap this beastie up within the week. Here's the book's anti-heroine explaining the vigilante anti-hero, Boston's bicycle-riding, paintball gun-wielding, bargain basement-quality Batman. The Badger fights violence with violence. If you ding a pedestrian or cyclist with your car, he’ll smash your

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Every straight woman I've ever met has a lady-boner for Fassbender, so I'm not even bothering with an intro. Here he is, chum to you insatiable sharks. But that's not all! There's more.

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Recycling day is awesome.

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A bit more from the anti-heroine of my weird-ass work-in-progress this week. I'm determined to finish the first draft of this sucker in the next couple weeks. Just 15,000 words to go. The only time in my life when I could have been described as anything resembling brave would’ve been the not-quite two years I spent addicted to Vicodin. For the second half of that period I moved back in with my

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Simple, quick recipe; makes a great side to compliment a pilaf or a meat-dish. This makes enough for two or three. Allow about ten minutes of prep and cooking time, just before serving the meal. Photo credit to http://www.jdfoods.net 1. Rinse and dry about six big collard green leaves. Remove the stems by tearing or slicing. Cut the leaves into smallish strips. Set aside. 2. Finely chop or

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It's now Donate December. Hooray! That means it's no longer Novembooze, which means I can drink again! Though to be honest, I did cheat when Thanksgiving rolled around. Sue me. It's been eleven months, now; the charm of this deprivation marathon began wearing thin around late summer. But December is easy, as far as Discipline Year experiments go. All I have to do is choose a nice item to donate

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As requested by my charming Twitter pal @EdieHarris, I present for your Thursday thrustening, foxy French (I know, I know, they're always French on here, aren't they?) ballet dancer and choreographer and actor (and probably most infamously, Natalie Portman's baby-daddy) Benjamin Millepied. He's got thighs like unh.

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Wanted to say good luck to the hundreds of aspiring romance authors who have recently shipped out their Golden Heart entries. Deciding to enter the 2009 RWA Golden Heart contest gave me my very first writerly deadline, and it taught me how to finish a book in a timely fashion, to how to format a manuscript, bind it, write my very first terrible synopsis (of many), and most valuable of all, how to

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Greetings once more, my sixy beasts! Something a bit different this week, from what I've been calling "the weird-ass work-in-progress." Not entirely sure what genre the thing even is. It's got a romance (a strange one) and explicit sex, but it's not romance or erotica… Anyhow, it's weird. Enjoy! Amanda and I are fraternal twins, and our eggs were as different as scrambled and Fabergé. Amanda is

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It's the second annual Thrusty Thanksgiving, and that means it's time to objectify a man from Turkey! Behold this year's offering—Berkay Yürdem! Have a safe, happy, grateful holiday, my fellow Yanks! And a very Thursty Thursday to everyone, everywhere.

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Greetings, my sixy beasts! Thought I'd take a break from the romance and give my evil conjoined erotica-writing twin Cara a chance to share six sentences from a novella she's just finished and subbed. The book's working title is Bounce Back (both characters are on the rebound), and it's male/male—oh, the scandal! The heroes have just met. They're playing pool at a bar. “You don’t suck so badly,

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Just watched The Warlords. Two hours of unshaven Takeshi Kaneshiro looking pensive in a furry hat. Unh.

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This is a repost from the Blaze Authors Blog from Thursday, in case any of the Super Lucky #1 Fun Blog's visitors might like a chance to win a book. Hey, everyone! Happy… Dear God, mid-November? When did that happen? I know it's a bit premature, but I've been thinking about goals for the new year. Goals have been on my mind all through 2011, since I've been doing all those ridiculous monthly

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Fearless ★★★★½  Though he disappointed me awhile back with The One, I decided to give Jet Li another chance. He'd never let me down before, after all. I needed to wash the lingering taste of 2001 out of my mouth and move on. Fearless (2006) was a palate cleanser of the best ilk. It was directed by Ronny Yu, but I was convinced it had to be Wilson Yip's work. Yip directed 2008's artful Ip Man

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After last week and Henrik Lundqvist's ridiculously handsome face, I felt it was high time to get back to admiring less conventional men. After all, weirdos need perving, too. But don't worry—next week I'm perving over an annoyingly good-looking French ballet dancer…just as soon as I watch Black Swan and get myself better acquainted with Benjamin Millepied and his no doubt gifted thighs. And

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Greetings, my sixy beasts! This past week I finished the initial draft of a romance I've been calling Meet Your Match (that book about the matchmaker who inherits her estranged father's shady boxing gym), and also ruminating about its untitled sequel. The new work-in-progress is currently little more than a file of notes and scene snippets and unfit for public consumption, so here are six

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I got the basis for this recipe from Heavens Harvest Farm, the group we get our weekly farm share from. And thank goodness—we've got more sweet potatoes than I know what to do with! Here's my adapted recipe; these taste very much like pumpkin muffins, and the whole wheat flour makes them hearty, but not overly heavy. Makes 12 muffins. You'll need: 1 large sweet potato 2 cups whole wheat flour 1

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This week's Thrusty Thursday post was a joint effort—conceived and curated by my pal Ridley, and executed by yours truly. She's an avid hockey fan. And I am, as it turns out, an avid fan of looking at hockey players. So we present… The Top Five Most Thrustable Men in the NHL Number five, Joe Vitale. Self-explanatory. Foxy enough that you can forgive all the cumbersome, camouflaging padding.

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What a stand-up manfriend I have, to send me the training montage from Rocky IV! And it's not even our anniversary! This clip has it all, everything but meat-punching (see Rocky I). Saw that wood! Pull that sled! Chop that tree! Grow that beard!

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Got some cool and completely unexpected news this week that my first Blaze, Caught on Camera, was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award for best series romance debut. So to celebrate, I'll let it take over Six Sunday. Here's the basic premise—Ty is a television survival show host (think Man vs. Wild or Survivorman) and Kate is his personal assistant, best friend, handler, pretty

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Well, the official list of nominees is out, so I can quit being such a cagey pessimist—looks like I'm up for a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, for best series romance debut! Pretty cool. I was nominated for my first Blaze, Caught on Camera, which came out last April. I'll be sure to celebrate by excerpting it for Six Sentence Sunday this weekend. Thanks to everyone who tweeted warm

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No intro—straight into the man-tage. BAM! Also, did all my fellow beard-lusty working-class-man-coveting she-perverts know Paul Rudd is in a movie called Diggers, in which he digs clams and otherwise spends the whole movie wearing a knit cap and henley while smoking and talks in a Long Island accent all set in the scrappy mid-seventies?! If only it were on Instant Watcher, I'd be enjoying it

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Oh snap, it's November! How'd that happen? Who cares—I finally get my town back, now that Salem's two-month version of Halloween is finally over. To say I've been dreading this month of Discipline Year would be too dramatic, but I will admit I'm not excited about it. November means no alcohol, which means no relaxing with a glass of wine or a bottle of beer once the workday is done, which I do

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I'm calling it that because this soup is orange to the power of three. Buttercup squash, carrots, and sweet potatoes. It's also freakishly healthy and hearty and full of fiber, with no added sugar (basically the opposite of that other standard Halloween fare—candy). I tried a new-to-me method of preparing the squash, since buttercups (they look like knobbly, smallish, dark green pumpkins) aren't

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Greetings again, my sixy beasties! And happy All Hallows Eve's Eve to you all. We take Halloween wicked serious here in Salem, Massachusetts (aka Spookytown, USA) so I was thinking I ought to source a Halloween-themed six this week. Well, it turns out I've only written a single story thus far that references the holiday (don't give me that look, Ruthie Knox—the weird-ass WIP doesn't count yet),

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Oh yeah, haute cuisine, I has it. This all started because our new prospective roofer gave us a free loaf of bread. I scratched my head too, but apparently one of his clients works at a bakery, but the roofer doesn't eat white bread, so would we like it? Uh, sure. We don't eat white bread, either, but there we were suddenly with a loaf of it. What to do? Hey, we've got all these salad greens to

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In case you missed the memo, I love two things above just about all else: New Zealand, and sweaty, bruised men. So imagine how my heart and loins collided when the All Blacks made it to the 2011 Rugby World Cup final! During the last World Cup in 2007, I nearly wept in the bar when France beat New Zealand in the quarter final. Well, this past Sunday, the All Blacks got their revenge and beat

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If you haven't seen it already, this is so worth a watch. Seriously.

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Can a man still be thrustable even if he's been punched in the face beyond all conventional handsomeness? Oh, furk yes! Better be possible, since my current WIP's hero falls into that category. But for proof, behold Exhibit Unh—the brutal, manful, wrapped-hands sextasticalz that is English boxer, Carl Froch.

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I've been thinking this quite a bit the last couple weeks, probably because I fell victim to a week-long change-of-season funk, the annoying, lingering kind that makes you get all cerebral on yourself… Why exactly do I write? I've been able to come up with simple answers. There's the pragmatic reason—I write because I seem to be decent at it and am getting paid, with the potential to get paid

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Greetings, my sixy beasts! By now you're all surely sick of reading about my evil twin's Parisian man-whore, so let's move on. Here are six sentences from my upcoming Blaze, tentatively titled Honeymoon for One. The seaplane pilot hero and runaway bride heroine are in the cockpit, headed for the mainland, and Will is teasing Leigh for having artlessly thrown herself at him the night before: “

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Ah, fall. It's finally cool enough to bake again, and comfy sweaters allow for a few pounds to be gained in the interest of recreational cookery. Here's the recipe for chocolate chip banana bread I've been using for years—really easy to make, maybe 15 minutes of prep and less than an hour of baking. Makes two loaves, for about twenty generous slices. Photo credit to http://

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David Gandy + a heavy bag + drawstring pants + a bunch of broody English dudes in hoodies = me, having an orgasm in my eyeballs.

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There was like an eight-way earworm battle on Twitter yesterday that got first "The Daves I Know" and then "Terriers" in my head, but also reminded me why Bruce was always my favorite Kid in the Hall. So let's get thrusty, the 1990s, Canadian, Brucio way!

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Not difficult, but messy and fairly time consuming. Also, supremely un-nutritious, as comfort food should be. Prep time 20 minutes, baking time 1 hour 5 minutes. Serves 4–6 as a side dish. You'll need: Unpeeled potatoes—20 new potatoes, or 4 big ones, or 6 medium, something like that ½ stick butter OR, ¼ stick butter plus the fat from frying 5 bacon rashers 1 small onion 1 tbsp. white flour 1¾ 

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Greetings again, intrepid sixers! One final excerpt from my evil twin Cara's brand new release, Curio. Oh yes, the Parisian man-whore book is finally out, and available through Kindle, Nook, and direct from Ellora's Cave, if you're intrigued. Or go see what readers have to say about it on Goodreads. Right. Requisite promo done. Now, on to the good stuff… As I took my final breath, knuckles

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I'm too busy writing to work hard this week. Here—stare at Jude Law's slightly sinister breed of hotness. Never get a face-lift, you beautiful weary-eyed bastard. Can you do a filthy Scottish accent and dye your hair black and chain smoke? If so, you're welcome to the role of Ian Kilpatrick when the film rights for Skin Game are inevitably optioned [cough cough, author delusion].

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Hey, it's October! That means I can watch TV again… Check. I watched some in my hotel room while my evil twin was attending a smut writers' conference last week, actually, before September was even officially over. So sue me. No wait, don't. Anyhow, now that I'm back and no longer suffering from food poisoning (possibly from the scrambled eggs I so gloatingly overloaded on at the hotel's

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I saw an ad for Person of Interest during last weekend's extremely depressing Patriots game, and it reminded me of one of my favorite head-scratch crushes of all time—foxy Napoleonic a-hole Ben Linus from Lost. Sure, I wanted to bang Sayid, but Ben always stuck in my brain like a splinter, well after the biceps faded with the credits. I bet the actor who played Ben is sick of people pointing at

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Hey all! My evil conjoined erotica-writing twin Cara McKenna has a new book out today! It's called Curio, and it's as romantic as it is filthy, so I am deigning to endorse it. This is the so-called "Parisian man-whore book", with the virgin heroine and the male prostitute hero, and you may have caught some snippets from Six Sentence Sunday posts of late. If you'd like to read more, here's the

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Preparing a squash is kind of a pain in the ass, but man, is it worth it. Took me a little over an hour to make this recipe, and it serves 6–8. Have I mentioned lately I'm not a food photographer? You'll need: 4 tbsp. butter 1 butternut squash 5 new potatoes 1 medium onion 6 cloves garlic 1 qt. water cumin cinnamon black pepper salt 1. Melt the butter in a large stew pot. 2. Prepare the

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Greetings, sixers! As promised, another excerpt from my evil twin Cara's upcoming romantica release, Curio (out this Wednesday), aka "the Parisian man-whore book". I slid my hand back to feel his damp hair, the heat of his neck. He cocked his head, the kiss still closed-mouth but promising more, soon. I let myself imagine the acts he’d mentioned doing with others, and though they’d thrilled me

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The One ★★ ½ I was prepared to be wowed, but sadly I wasn't. There was a lot of potential awesome going for The One (2001)—Jet Li, Jason Statham, several more Jet Li multiverse alternate reality clones… And yet it fell flat. Let's back up, though. Here is what the movie's about, in a nutshell. It's a biggish budget sci-fi action flick, and Jet Li plays the bad guy, a dude who travels through

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So I've been watching a slew of seminal cycling movies in the past week, so-called inspiration and research for a work-in-progress neither me nor my evil twin will yet claim authorship of. But this last weekend we watched a real hum-dinger of the genre—Quicksilver. It stars Kevin Bacon as a stock trader turned bike messenger, and it is like the eighties filtered through a lens made of pure

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Greetings, sixers! This week and next I thought I'd share excerpts from my evil twin Cara's September 28 romantica release, Curio. Possibly better known as "the Parisian man-whore book". The virgin heroine has just admitted to the male prostitute hero the extent of her inexperience… And it was in that moment in Didier’s living room that I realized, maybe not tonight, but some day not too far off

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My evil twin is awobble about the upcoming release of her man-whore book, so let's go French again this Thursday! Though the story is really just her typed-up perv-o fantasy about sleeping with a broody, Parisian version of David Gandy, I found an authentically French fox to exploit this week—actor Melvil Poupaud. Let's mantage! And here, watch him speak French! To spare my fellow

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Thanks to the Husbo for this little Wednesday workday pick-me-up:

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Quick post to share that Welsh-Australian actor Andy Whitfield (Spartacus: Blood and Sand star and highly popular thrustee here on the Super Lucky #1 Fun Blog) passed away yesterday at age thirty-nine, after an eighteen-month battle with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Very sad. If you haven't seen Spartacus, I urge you to check it out on Netflix Instant Watcher—both Whitfield and the entire show are

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Greetings, sixers! This week I thought I'd share six sentences from my current work-in-progress, Meet Your Match. The heroine has just inherited a boxing gym from her estranged father, which she plans to close so she can use the space to open a matchmaking service… Where the stairs doubled back, Jenna passed a landing with a water cooler, a huge vintage fight poster framed and hung beside it,

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Letting my evil twin Cara commandeer Thrusty Thursday, to celebrate her ten thousandth tweet by presenting you with the awesomest thing there is and ever could be… SHIRTLESS JASON STATHAM RESCUING A BABY OWL FROM A FIRE!!! No doubt my design professors will be relieved to know I'm not letting my Photoshop training go to seed.

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Once I had all my fabric carefully marked, I was ready to begin actually sewing my dress. Which brings us to… Make Yourself a Dress, Part 4: The Bodice This section really ought to be titled "Do Whatever Your Pattern Says To". The entire remainder of the process could fall under that banner, actually. So we'll now diverge a bit from this series masquerading as a true how-to, and instead I'll

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Letting Cara, my evil conjoined erotica-writing twin, take over the post this week. She's got a paperback anthology coming out on Tuesday, called Stray Hearts. It contains all three novellas (previously published as ebooks) in her Shivaree series, about the angsty travails of Shane and Gabriel (and often Natalie). Much male/male sexxorings and m/m/f menage, if that's your scene. Six sentences

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In the last post in this series, I talked about trimming the pattern, pinning it to the fabric, and cutting the fabric. Now it's time to mark the fabric. Marking the fabric precisely as the pattern directs is the difference between a garment that fits, and one that looks like a hot mess. Mine may still wind up a hot mess, but not for lack of trying. So, onward! Make Yourself a Dress, Part 3:

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Oh yes, to quote Ruthie Knox, unh… Unnnhhh, big time. Thanks to Zoë Archer for tweeting this decadence from Swoonworthy, as it's probably—no, it's definitely—the greatest poster for anything, ever. I saw the trailer for this movie a couple months ago and my loins promptly exploded, because, as anyone who knows me is aware, fighters do things to me. Things that make me unh. You're welcome to all

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I won't go nuts objectifying this week's thrustee, because I must admit, I'm mildly uncomfortable about the crush. Even after I saw Inception, Joseph Gordon-Levitt was still frozen in my head as his character on 3rd Rock From the Sun, and adorable though he was…uncool. Way uncool. My undersized low-cut pink leopard-print tee-shirt does not rhinestone-sparkle proudly with the proclamation, Cougar!

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Never fear, never fear—Thrusty Thursday will be along later. But first, let me tell you about a month I've been dreading a bit… Oh come on, now. Don't look at melike that, Matt Paxton. It's now Switch-Off September, the month in my year of Lents when I'll be giving up television. Giving up the device itself is a non-challenge; I haven't owned a TV in perhaps seven years, nor lived with one

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Six sentences from Honeymoon for One (working title) just contracted by Harlequin Blaze. The sale came after a very challenging year of rejections, following my initial sale. The heroine has just run away from her wedding and is en route to her honeymoon destination, sans groom, being transported to a private island by a very irksome seaplane pilot… “Not too late to swim, if you’re offended by

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Once I had all of my materials gathered, it was time to get to work preparing the pattern and fabric. Which leads us to… Make Yourself a Dress, Part 2: Prep That Sucker I skipped the steps you'd follow if you wanted to preserve your pattern by tracing a copy of the original. I also skipped the steps you'd take if you employed tracing carbon paper, using it and a tracing wheel to imprint the

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It's been a few years since I've really sewn, aside from the odd hem. But back in college I probably made a half dozen skirts, a few tote bags, several blankets, two amateur but respectable quilts, and a zillion random little gifty things. But never before have I sewn from a pattern. The urge came because I have (or rather my trampy conjoined erotica-writing twin, Cara, has) a conference coming

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Hey, the blog and I are back from hiatus! In honor of my delightful recent trip to Canada, I say we thrust against someone from the great white North. So vast a population of Canadian foxes to poach from… But let's go with actor Tahmoh Penikett, who hails not merely from Canada, but from the fricking YUKON. My loins, how they tremble! My husband was very nice about my not-especially-subtle crush

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Greetings from Victoria, BC! Vacation is still in full effect, but I'm popping in to interrupt the blog hiatus with some long-awaited great news—I finally sold a second book to Harlequin Blaze! I found out this afternoon while driving around Vancouver Island, and though my phone cut out on my editor, I heard enough to the know it was the news I'd been giving myself gray hairs over. It's been an

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The Super Lucky #1 Fun Blog is going on a quasi hiatus for the next couple weeks, so posts will be few and far between. While you're waiting for me to return and spew forth fresh nonsense, check out these classic all-time-most-popular posts, from the vault! A very shallow vault, since this blog's only a year old. Enjoy! WWJCVDD? 14 Thoughts for Aspiring Authors Andy Whitfield with a Beard—a

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Six sentences from my evil conjoined erotica-writing twin Cara McKenna's latest sale, Curio, a.k.a. the Parisien man-whore story (out in early autumn): Didier Pedra is the name of a male prostitute who lives at sixteen Rue des Toits Rouges, in Paris. It’s a relatively quiet street amid the greater bustle of the Latin Quarter, his flat in the top floor of a long tenement, two blocks from the

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Hey all, just wanted to share some good news my evil conjoined erotica-writing twin received yesterday—the so-called Parisien man-whore story has sold! Ellora's Cave offered me my eleventh contract with them, and I accepted. The official title is to-be-determined. It's working title has been Sixteen Rue des Toits Rouges, and I wasn't too shocked when it got nixed; bit tough to remember / spell /

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It's weeks like this that remind me exactly how tough this job is… There are just way too many good photos of martial artist / actor Huang Xiaoming to choose from. Hardest Thrusty Thursday curation ever…or at least tied with Gandy. But here goes… Awww, teh pandaz. I couldn't resist. But that's not all—there's more!

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Warning: cuss words, straight ahead. Sorry, Georgia, but "black iris" is too purple a euphemism for me. Interrupting my own manuscript polishing to air a bit of word befuddlement. Since my evil conjoined twin writes erotica, I've gotten very used to having a couple of handy, if inelegant, words at my disposal when referring to the female nether regions—pussy and cunt. In romance, at least

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I'll keep the self-pimpin' brief. Samhain released my latest romance today! It's called Trespass, and it's about a woman on the run from the law after a crime of self-defense. She takes shelter in the home of a stranger, deep in the heart of Montana's ranch country, and much lust and betrayal ensues. It's been getting shelved under such awesome Goodreads categories as "hot-cowboy-lovin" and "

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Six sentences from my July 26 release from Samhain, Trespass. She regretted what she’d done back in Buffalo, and until this morning she thought she’d never regret anything that badly for the rest of her life. But this, seeing the kindest man she’d ever met so clearly disappointed and untrusting… Right now she’d give anything to fix what she’d wrecked, or maybe to have never crossed paths with

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Change is coming to the Super Lucky #1 Fun Blog's Sunday routine. In lieu of the Sunday Puzzle (which I've been dutifully stealing from NPR for an entire year) I've decided to give the Six Sentence Sunday scene a whirl. If you haven't heard of Six Sentence Sunday, here's what the SFR Brigade had to say about it: "The idea of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) began with Sara Brookes. She posted six

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Ip Man 2 ★★★★  This is one of those rare cases when the sequel surpasses the original. I didn't actually do a formal review of Ip Man, but it was a good movie. Beautifully filmed and choreographed and starring the super talented Donnie Yen, and yet…it didn't light me on fire. Certainly not the way Ong-Bak did. In my opinion, it was lacking a certain amount of charisma and fun, though there's no

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Thrusty Thursday, woefully overdue and needing no explanation… Behold, Sam Worthington! Addendum: how thoughtless of me to not include an interview!

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I love a good name rant, so I eagerly clicked on a Twitter link to this Gigi's Closet post about real-life baby-naming WTFery. Of course it got my head spinning, so please permit me a fresh curmudgeoning on the topic of character monickers. I've been reading the voicetastical Kristan Higgins' Too Good To Be True, and the name of its [rowwwrrrr] hero is Callahan O'Shea. For realz?! But although

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Just wanted to put in a plug for Trailer Park Boys (2003–2008), the Canadian mockumentary-style comedy centered around the nefarious doings of the Sunnyvale Trailer Park's many residents. The show I think it compares most easily to is Reno 911…but TPB has more continuity and, dare I say it, depth. It's also got the most (and the most effective) running gags of any show I've ever seen, rivaled

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The evil conjoined erotica-writing twin finished Sixteen Rue des Toits Rouges yesterday, better known on Twitter as the Parisien man-whore story. More word cloud fun via Wordle.net with the completed manuscript…

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