February 20, 2017

When someone has your name - Internet edition.

Being born Jennifer in 1974 sucks. Probably for most of the Jennifers born in the 70s.

To be "different" from the dozens of Jennifer's I knew in school, I became Jenn in 10th grade. Science class if I remember correctly because there were four of us in the class and it annoyed the FUCK out of me.

So when I started writing and searched Jenn Nixon, no one came up. NO ONE.

Then some fertility chick hijacked my google slots.

But that was okay, I guess. Then guess what?

Another Jenn Nixon pops up and it really sucks because THAT'S NOT ME and she's taken over my google images. UGH.















Doesn't matter that I've spent the last 10+ years building a social media presence, nope. Just have the same name as someone else and boom, you're at the top of Google.

February 14, 2017

#Valentines Teaser Tuesday with @CynthiaSax!

Happy Valentine's Everyone! <3 Hope you have a great one. I've got a treat for your today. USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia Sax is here to share her latest release with you. HOT doesn't even cover it!

Enjoy & Comment! 

One Book Leads To Another

I suspect my buddy, Jenn, has this same issue. I write a story. A minor character appears in it. And I need to write his or her story.

I’m currently 7 stories into the cyborg series. Hers To Command, my February release, will be story #8. I’m writing Ghost’s story, story #9 right now (to be released in May).

Most of these stories are standalones. Releasing Rage, the first story, is currently free if you want to test drive the series before you invest in it.

How many more cyborgs stories will I write? I have at least 2 more stories planned but I’m open to ideas from readers about cyborgs they’d like to see paired with a female. (I’m guessing that list might grow after Hers To Command releases. There are a couple very interesting cyborgs introduced in this story.)

I suspect most writers welcome that kind of input.

Whose story would you like to see (either from me or from Jenn)?

Blurb
Hers To Command

Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.

Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.

This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.



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February 3, 2017

Sneak Peak - MIND: The Message - Meet Casey Wu! #SFR

I'm not going to lie, Agent Melinda May from Agents of SHIELD and the actress who plays her, Ming-Na Wen is the inspiration for Casey, along with an old detective character I had in another book that will never see the light of day. I have my own Theo in my head and hope you have yours after MIND: The Reckoning because you're in for a treat, they are magic together.

Meet Casey Wu:

The vibrant nightlife of New York pulsed around Casey as she followed the crowd onto the street. She stood at the corner of 33rd Street and 7th Ave debating a stop at the Blarney Club for a drink or two, then decided to head straight home, and have a milkshake instead.

Two quick subway stops later, Casey climbed the stairs and froze on the landing. From here, she had a direct view to her fourth-floor hole in the wall’s window. There was a light on inside. Her heart rate doubled.

Casey pulled her ring off, shoved it in her purse, zipped it shut, and secured the strap across her chest. She darted toward her building, noting her surroundings, and cursing the people on the sidewalks and in doorways, making it impossible for her to do anything yet.

After turning down an alley and finding it empty, Casey spun around and stared up at her fire escape. She didn’t know if she could make the ‘jump’ from here, but she’d been practicing and knew it was possible. All her focus settled on the action, what she wanted to do, and when she blinked, she was standing in front of her bedroom window, safe on top of the fire escape.

Casey didn’t see anyone inside the studio apartment, only the mess they left behind. She sighed as she opened the window and climbed in. Everything she owned was scattered around the room. Not that it was much since she had sold most of her belongings recently so she had extra cash for the down times during her career change.

She tossed her purse onto the bed, frowned at the sight, and picked up her softball bat before heading to the bathroom to make sure it was clear. On her way out, she noticed the front door untouched and locked, so whoever broke in may have used the fire escape, too, and she probably just smudged any viable fingerprints.

Casey shook her head.

After taking off her coat and picking up an overturned kitchen chair, Casey surveyed the room, checking for missing items. Her tiny NetSmartTV wasn’t much of a prize so she wasn’t surprised to see it left behind unharmed. When she noticed her digital mixing tablet, laptop, and antique turntables were all present, along with her thousand plus dollars’ worth of music, Casey knew something was wrong. If the thief wasn’t after items for money, they wanted information.

A shiver ran up her spine. She dashed over to her work desk and pulled open the top drawer. Casey let out a huge sigh seeing all four client flash drives safe and sound. She crinkled her brow, confused.
As she walked back to her bed, she felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head. There was only one person who knew about her gifts. Casey shut her eyes and focused. Mom, can you hear me?
Shen Wu’s scream filled Casey’s mind, making her pulse rocket. She had to get to her mother. Now.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of her parent’s living room a hundred miles away in South Jersey. Her head spun and her stomach twisted. Casey stumbled to the kitchen sink and vomited. She quickly rinsed her mouth and got steady on her feet trying not to think how she jumped so far away.

“Mom?” The house, much like hers, appeared ransacked. She didn’t touch anything else as she tiptoed through the dimly lit hallway leading to the rest of the house. Casey balled her hands to stop her fingers from shaking and called again. “Mom?”

More than aware that she should have called the police, Casey held her breath as she peered into the bathroom, the spare room across from it, and sighed when she found them empty. As she approached the last room, her parent’s bedroom, her steps slowed and the dread rose. The moment she saw her mother’s feet, Casey jumped to her side, knelt down, and took her hand to check her pulse. She was alive, but hardly breathing.

“Mom.” Casey squeezed her hand, afraid to do much of anything else. Shen’s eyelids fluttered. Casey fought the tears welling and pulled her cellphone out of her bag. She pressed the nine and felt the tingle in the back of her mind again. Casey glanced down. Mom?

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February 2, 2017

Special Guest Angie Taylor (@ataylor2and2)!

Today's Special Guest is YA SciFi Author Angie Taylor! Enjoy and Comment!!

Seventeen year old Ava Tanner doesn’t want to move to a new state and high school for her senior year. But when her dad gets a new job in Las Cruces, New Mexico, she doesn’t have a choice.
She barely has time to take in her new surroundings before she’s swept up in the confusion of hearing voices in her head, dreaming visions, and uncovering the truth behind alien abductions of young women just like her. To make her more confused, she learns that the only way she’ll uncover the mysteries surrounding her, is to join a family history club at her school called FH.

Grant Jackson, a member of FH and a time traveler from the future, has the answers to Ava’s mysterious. But if Ava wants to learn the truth, she’ll have to help Grant and his siblings discover who their parents are.

Together Grant and Ava begin a mysterious journey of love and risk that extend beyond their past and present and possibly into a future that transcends time.

EXCERPT:

"What do you want from me?" My yell echoed around the room.

They stared back silently, the intensity of their gazes increasing, resulting in a pounding in my skull, searing my brain. Voices repeated over and over again in my head, "Time's running out. We need your help! Time's running out. We need your help!"

With each renewed chant my headache increased. I grasped my head on both sides, trying to make the pain stop, shaking back and forth. I heard a wailing from far away and realized it came from me.

The voices in my head became stronger and louder. I looked imploringly at Grant and the others to make the pain go away, but it didn't.

The room began to spin and I slipped on the shards of glass at my feet. A piercing pain sliced through my shin as my knees hit the floor. But the pain in my head tightened and clutched at me even more.

I fell to my side and a black fog formed at the corners of my eyes, creeping closer and closer until all I could see was darkness. I reached towards it and it met me somewhere in the middle, pulling me under.

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January 30, 2017

A Strange New World

I normally don't get political on my blog here and I'm going to keep it that way, but man, what a crazy month January has been!

I hope you all take the time to support the causes that mean the most to you, all of them need help these days.

Since October, I've spent most of my free time writing. I finished MIND 5 last month and I'm almost done with MIND 6. I'm trying to finish by tomorrow, but that's not looking so good right now because I got the edits for MIND: The Message this weekend!!

That's right, it's almost ready.

Many writers will tell you it's difficult to pick their favorite book. I've been the same way until I wrote MIND: The Message. It's my favorite so far. #6 is shaping up to be rather epic too, but there's something about #4 that just clicked. From the characters to the plot and even the subplot, everything just flowed so easily. I think I have an inkling as to why, but I don't want to mention it in case I'm wrong. haha.

I'll be posting some excerpts starting this week, so I hope you stop by later to check it out!

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