Author: Maya

In case you missed it over at Writeminded, here is the cover for Sweet Surrender, formerly known as Dark Desires or Berkley book #2

I like it, because as with the second version of FOR HER PLEASURE and ultimately the final cover, it’s different and I can’t point to a dozen other covers out there that look the same. And I really like the title. I suggested it late, so I wasn’t sure if it would be used, but it was PERFECT for the story, and admittedly I’m a freak about the title saying something about the story.

I’ve included a blurb below. This is very unofficial so don’t hold it against me when it’s changed :purplelaugh:

Sweet Surrender March 2008 Berkley HEAT

Sometimes the first step in taking control is surrendering.

Under Faith Malone’s deceptively soft exterior lies a woman who knows exactly what she wants. A strong man who’ll take without asking—because she’s willing to give him everything…

Dallas cop Gray Montgomery is on a mission: find the guy who killed his partner—and bring him to justice. So far, he’s found a link between the killer and Faith—and if Gray has to get close to her to catch the killer, so be it.

Faith is sweet and feminine, everything Gray wants and desires in a woman, but he suspects she’s playing games. No way she would allow a man to call the shots in their relationship. Or would she?

Faith sees in Gray the strong, dominant man she needs, but he seems determined to keep her at a distance. So she takes matters into her own hands to prove to him it’s no game she’s playing. She’s willing to surrender to the right man. Gray would like to be that man. But catching his partner’s killer has to be his first priority. Until Faith is threatened and Gray realizes he will do anything to protect her.

It’s midnight, I’m stoned and my page count is not where it should be. :oops: The good news is that I got SOMETHING done. I was going to wait to take the drugs until after I’d finished writing, but my ears were hurting so damn bad that I couldn’t concentrate anyway, so I took the medicine and wrote until I was no longer coherent. I’ve now reached that point. :passedout:

Though I’m probably too pissed to go to sleep now. The fucking Astros just blew a FIVE run lead in the 7th inning. :cursesign:

I plan to sleep obscenely late in the morning then get up and try and slog through all the post vacation clutter in my house, not to mention the mound of laundry that has taken a life of its own, and then settle down to write some more. I left off in an exciting spot so I’ll be itching to get back to it. And no, it wasn’t a sex scene. I know better than to leave off at a sex scene. If I did that, I’d never go back to it.

I spent the entire day at the doctor’s office with my daughter. Me for my ears and her for some weirdass rash with fever that ended up being some viral something or another that nothing can be done for. Me on the other hand, the doc was astonished that after two weeks and two different antibiotics that my ears still looked so bad. *sigh* They shoved some stick into my left ear so it would suck up all the infection and drain it. FUN. Not. My right ear hurts so bad that I can’t even chew. The doc then told me that if I didnt get well quick, I’d have to go to the ENT. I cringe at the thought of what might happen there. I don’t like having my ears messed with. :sweating:

And my poor daughter was miserable. She just wanted to go home and crawl in bed and snuggle mommy. Hours later and one girly nap later, we’re both up and around but we’re moving slooooow. But daddy is taking good care of his girls :cheer:

So now I only have roughly 5.5 hours to complete my goal for today. I only have until midnight. After haranging my writer’s group into doing an AITC week with me, here I am the lone slacker. :cursesign: Narcotics and bed are a more desirable option at the moment…

Vacation is over *deep sigh* Even though I was sick with an ear infection from hell the entire vacation (still am) it still beat being at home.

Lots happened over vacation, some enlightening, some not. I had planned to use vacation to mull over some decisions I’d been holding off on, and after getting blown off, some of them were a lot easier to make. Sometimes no answer is an answer in itself ya know? :idontknow:

So it’s back to work for me now, and I’m not sweating the small stuff or shit I can’t change. Amazing how vacation can mellow you :lol2:

I need a “who gives a fuck” sign to go along with my :rockthefuckon: smilie. Or maybe just a “Fuck em” sign. Or maybe just “Fuck Off” I could see me getting carried away here…..

I spent the weekend throwing myself down a water slide into a pool with the kidlets. Hubby and I then threw ourselves in tandem down the water slide while the kidlets shrieked with laughter. I then threw myself down the water slide with a kidlet attached. I get home yesterday afternoon and go shopping for vacation stuff and by evening, my ass was DRAGGING. So why did I stay up until 3:30 am? Hell if I know. But that wouldn’t have been so bad if the city water guy hadn’t rang my doorbell at 8 friggin AM this morning. I may have scared him. I dont even remember our conversation. Something about our meter was leaking and he fixed it. As long as my house isn’t floating away, at that point I didn’t care.

We moved up our vacation plans just a bit. We were supposed to leave this Saturday for a week but hubby and I really desperately need this vacation and we decided what the hell, let’s leave earlier, go up further north to the Norfolk river and do some trout fishing for a few days before our regularly scheduled vacation begins. :lol2:

So we’re leaving Wednesday instead of Saturday. That’s in uhm two days. Im frantically doing laundry and packing shit, but oh man I cannot wait. The downside is that Im not going to get half the books I ordered before I leave :crying: I suppose the upside is, I have a book to finish writing anyway. I did get one eharlequin order and a third of my Amazon order, so I’m not completely without reading material.

So anyhoo, I’m outta here for the next two weeks. I’ll be off fishing and hanging out on my porch overlooking the river. :fishing:

Got my first eharlequin order in today. 13 Presents! :elephant: :rockthefuckon:

Which is good because we sorta bumped up our vacation departure date to next Wednesday instead of Saturday which means I probably won’t get my Amazon books in time for vacation :crying:

But YAY! I’ve got Presents to read :hug:

Just a quick note. We’re turning our blog over to guest bloggers the week of July 8. For details go here and if you’re interested, drop me an email!

or laziness or just plain ole not motivated, whatever you want to call it. I think I’m coming down with a cold, and as a result, all I really want to do is curl up with a comfy pillow and takes lots and lots of Nyquil. I did make myself knuckle down and get the pages done yesterday, but so far today, I’m not having much luck making myself focus. Maybe I should try Amy’s trick of drinking lots of alcohol and then writing…:drunk:

Sometimes kicking one’s own ass isn’t nearly enough at which point others join in and it becomes an ass kicking party, much to Amy’s delight. Because she loves kicking my ass. It gives her untold pleasure. Kinky bitch.

And sometimes the people just line up for the ass kicking.

I can just feel the lurve. :hug: They love me, they really do. And I lurve them for keeping me in line. Because I am weak. Have no will power. And if I kept it up, I’d be a babbling mess in an I-love-me jacket!

Liddell got his ass kicked in the first round

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