Adrenaline Junkie

No, it's not what you think.  I'm not a thrill-seeker; I got sick on the Scooby Doo Roller Coaster at King's Island when I was 6 years old (nowadays it's known as The Beastie); I can't even go down log flume rides.  The tummy rebels.  Violently.  I much prefer rides which spin round and round.  Yes, I'm a centrifugal force kinda gal.  But I digress.

A few weeks or so ago I read a blog entitled 'Why Authors Are Like Drug Addicts', and I whole-heartedly agree.  I had my latest release two weeks ago, and finally came down from the 'high' last week.

During the editing process, you're ready to tear your hair out or shake your editor (don't they get your words are perfect?  Don't they see the brilliant metaphor you've set up?  Don't they understand the meaning behind-what?  Oh, that's right...they can't read our minds!) while doing rewrites, finding overused words (in my case, it's 'as', 'then', and even 'and'), and the -gasp- your heroine's eye color changed from brown to blue!  Head slap....how did that happen again?  Oh yeah.....wrote chapters 1-5 six years ago and when I finished it, I neglected to take note of her eye color.

Then you receive word everything looks lovely and your release date is a week or two away.  You spend that time setting up a blog tour, pre-posting contest info, and getting promo items together.  And then the Big Day arrives.

You celebrate with friends, family, and get your ego stroked on Release Day.  Your friends retweet the good news.  Fans flood your FB, chat loop threads, and tweet 'congratulations!', and your publisher reports the site crashed, you had so many hits (okay, that last one is a stretch, but hey, it could happen!).

And in my case, I went with friends to a coffee bar in the next town and was asked by someone, 'Hey, aren't you that famous romance author?'

Thank you!  Not exactly famous, but my name is getting to be recognized as much as Molly's (I hope, anyway!).

And after that wonderful tidal wave of emotions, It's like a an adrenaline 'crash'.  The comments disappear.  Another author releases a book and all attention shifts to her.  The family demands dinner; it's time to return to 'normal daily function' and take out the garbage, deal with your kid's issues, or even wash a week's worth of laundry because you spent the previous five days glued to your laptop.  Doesn't anyone love me anymore?  I wrote a book, and people are reading it!  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Time to play nice and share the spotlight again.  Go back to work, Kenzie.

Pardon the interruption:  Kenzie will celebrate her '5th birthday' tomorrow; forgive her pre-school-like emotions!  (MD)

Oh, all right.  It's my birthday tomorrow?  (Kenzie cheers up)  So it's now time to settle down, return the brain to Molly, and get back to work.  My next release doesn't arrive until May....and (looks around) shhhhh.....still can't talk about that yet.  You'll have to wait until April:)

You understand what I'm saying, right?  As authors, we get our 'fix' by the highs of completing a manuscript, acceptance letter from publisher, the awesome cover art arrives, and the email which states 'You're live!'.  The rush of Release Day/Week.  And then....crash.  Suddenly you realize it will be how many weeks until your next 'fix'?  I have to wait how long?  Why can't I write faster?

Patience, young grasshopper.  It's time to share the spotlight.  And be a good cheerleader for someone else.

But in the meantime, here's another glimpse of Class Reunion.  I've not posted this excerpt anywhere else.  Enjoy!

Warning:  R-rated Excerpt 

“Oh, baby…oh, what you do to me…Fuck me Brian…”

           

  Light suction attacked his tongue while hands moved over his body.  Gentle fingers stroked his rod while nails teased his balls.  More hands caressed his chest, and lips brushed his nipples.   He shifted to his side and curled his body around the naked body beside him, his cock eager to seek access to the wet pussy his own fingers stroked.  He ran his hands over the curve of her ass.  The mouth on his disappeared and he buried his face in the long hair which tickled his nose.  He nudged aside the locks to touch his lips to the sensitive skin at her nape, and skimmed his hands around her thighs.

           

 “I want to come inside, honey,” he murmured.  “Throw your leg over mine.”

            

He felt her leg shift, and he probed for her opening.  The hands on his groin guided his journey…what the hell?  Either Natalie had suddenly grown an extra set of arms and a head, or this was one dream he wanted to keep going.

            

A voice whispered in his ear, urging him on.  “Yes, baby….that’s it.  I know you like it…”A finger slicked inside his puckered ass. 

Oh God…he was going to come, even before he got inside…“Stop,” he mumbled.  “This is wrong…”

            

“Brian…”

            

He awoke with a start, his fingers buried in Natalie’s drenched pussy and his cock rubbing against her ass.  “What the hell?”

            
“Brian,” she panted.  “I can’t reach the condoms!"