Tuesday, August 16, 2016

When Project Management Becomes Emergency Management

This is going to be more of a personal blog for me. So bear with me.

Believe it or not...Authors are real people.



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I know. It shocked me too when I became one.

Summer is a busy busy time for me. Family is crawling all over my house like ants discovering a dropped ice cream cone on a sidewalk.

So what did I decide to do during the busiest time of the year? I decided to move. I know exactly what you're all thinking.



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With a new house, comes a lot of coordinating, a lot of paperwork, and in my case, demanded overtime for hubby. The universe wanted me to have a melt-down this summer. LOL.

So I took some time off.

I took a lot of time off.

And although I have had a release with Samhain Publishing this year, I have to say, I don't have any future plans to publish with the company. There are some negotiations that have to occur on the business side of things, and frankly...after my house, I am negotiated out.

So I could put together something in a rush, without half of my brain cells functioning...it would look something like a city burning behind me...



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Or I could take a break. Which is what I've decided/been forced to do.

I won't have anything new out for a little while, but I'm going to try and get back into social media.

Because I miss you guys. A TON.

I have a couple of fun projects I'm working on, and one of them is even a new book. ;)

A new house, a family illness, a more than full-time job, and feeding myself hasn't left much creative juice. (I'm more of a wine gal, anyway.)



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How has your summer been? Did you get a break? Or did the craziness ramp up for you too?

Let's talk about it. And then let's have a glass of wine together. Or if your summer has been like mine, let's break out the moonshine. We deserve it.

~Roxy

Monday, August 1, 2016

The Importance of John Barrowman

photo credit: John Barrowman via photopin (license)
If you've seen John Barrowman on television, it's probably as Malcolm Merlyn in Arrow or maybe Captain Jack Harkness in Doctor Who or Torchwood. These are both gritty, serious characters, befitting Barrowman's almost ethereal 6-foot handsomeness.

But if you've read anything else about Barrowman, you know he's an entertainment powerhouse--and fun. Dressing up as Squirrel Girl for Comic Con? Come on, that takes a sense of the absurd that calls to my heart.

I recently had a trailer made for my August 23 release, Mind Mates. And when I got the proof, I was floored. I thought, "This is the most awesome trailer I've ever seen." Problem was, there was absolutely no sense of the absurd. And though Mind Mates is packed with sizzling sex and high-octane action, there's fun too.

My question to the hubby was--do I accept it as is? Or do I ask for something funny in there and possibly ruin it?

We often value serious and gritty over sparkling and fun. We often choose things based on the gritty, real pull of the conflicts in the blurb. Hubby said if there's sass or wit, that's a bonus. Smart guy.

So I accepted the trailer as is (though next time I'll remember to ask for the other vendors at the end). Here it is. What do you think? Did I make the right call?




Here's an excerpt, one which shows a bit of Gabriel's somewhat skewed sense of humor (and my sense of absurd language, lol). Was hubby right? Is the fun a bonus?

Enjoy this excerpt from Mind Mates (Pull of the Moon book 2)

Gabriel has just rescued his employee, wolf shifter Emma Singer, from a nasty fall. She's on her feet but still wrapped in his arms when Emma's alpha Bruiser stalks in.



Bzz-bzzt. A buzz like an angry hornet stung wizard prince Gabriel Light’s ears the moment the predator slunk into the store. 

Cap’n Crunch me. Gabriel had magically alarmed the door for just such an event, but why now, when he’d finally gotten a semi-innocent excuse to wrap his arms around this warm bundle of soft, sweet-smelling heaven?

Emma. It felt like he’d been dying to hold her forever. Now, with her in his arms, was the first time in months he could breathe.

But that buzzing alarm told him the approaching beast was male, a wolf shifter, and, from that level of sting, Emma’s alpha. The beast was not going to appreciate seeing her in another man’s arms.

She started trembling, no doubt in response to the alpha’s rampant fight-club stench, a musk even Gabriel could smell. He tried to ease her tension with a joke. 

“Hey, Emma. How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

She skewered him with a disbelieving stare, icing his flesh. He’d blundered, she didn’t understand he was trying to comfort her, nobody gets my skewed sense of humor… Then she gulped and said, “Eight? Like, um, eight legs?”

Immediately his world brightened. “Nope. Ten tickles. Get it? Tentacles?”

She managed a tiny laugh, tinkling bells to his ears, and her body relaxed slightly under his arms. “That was such a dad joke.”

He loved that she, of all the people he knew, actually laughed at his jokes. He smiled into her eyes like a besotted fool.

Of course, that was when the he-wolf prowled into view. 

Gabriel wondered how far he could get with the wolf by protesting his intentions were honorable. Probably not far. The creature was only barely in human form. 

The wolfman was medium height but had a face like a dented shovel and a body like a trash compactor, his muscles-on-muscles popping in a stringy T-shirt that barely qualified past no-shirt-no-shoes-no-service.

Worse, with the hair sprouting everywhere, nose elongating like a snout, and lengthening canines, this alpha was dangerously pissed.

Hard to reason with a pissed-off wolf. They tended to bite first then ask questions…never.
Yet instead of releasing Emma, Gabriel’s hand dropped from her clenched jaw to open protectively on her back.

“The fuck?” the wolfman snarled.

Something inside Gabriel snarled right back.

When a powerful wizard prince comes out of hiding to save his sister, he is forced to team with a pretty shifter—one with ugly, dangerous powers of her own. As vengeful enemies close in, a forbidden attraction flaming between them, the two race to find a mysterious key.
Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HG1F7G2/
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1124016228?ean=2940153092669
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/645333
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mindmates-2068656-140.html
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/mind-mates/id1127456235
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Mary_Hughes_Mind_Mates?id=KAFqDAAAQBAJ
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/mind-mates
Kindle UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HG1F7G2/

Monday, July 25, 2016

When You Need A Laugh...

So I'm about to close on my new house this week. Hubby and I are frantically packing up our house after 14 years here.

It is incredible how much crap you can accumulate. Seriously. Where the hell did I get a dancing pumpkin and why was it in my attic?

But at night I try and take a break, and I have been falling down a YouTube hole of "Try not to laugh or smile" videos.  (I've been binge watching THIS CHANNEL if you want to see them all too.)

Below are some of my favorites from these videos. Many are NSFW...And all have been sent to one friend or another. I thought I'd share them with you too.

Have a great Monday, guys!

~Roxy


When you're looking for a new workout....




I wonder how many drinks they had before applying for that patent...


And for real....This is brilliant.


Monday, July 18, 2016

It's Release Week!

Only 5 days until Curved Lines releases! WOOHOO!!! How excited by this am I, you ask? Well, I'm quite possibly as thrilled as a family of campers rockin' their Snuggies.

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So anywho...some important stuff to know. First of all, have you scored a copy of this must have box set of the summer? Right now you can grab it for 99 cents. That price will be going up shortly after release. And because I'm the helpful sort, I've got some handy-dandy links to give your one-click finger a workout:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/23gQXu0
IBooks: http://apple.co/1Olgb7G
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1ULyQbM
B&N: http://bit.ly/25UTLlB
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1XWTM45
All Romance: http://bit.ly/1Qcgpyr
Amazon http://amzn.to/1Or8Gfl
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/25YSeuS
Amazon CA http://amzn.to/1Ue7oGN
Amazon AU http://amzn.to/1Ue7oGN

We're also throwing a party on release day! Join us July 22 for some tasty teasers, games, and a smorgasbord of prizes. If you're on FB you can click "join" right here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1251764024843270/

We'd love to see you there!

 



Monday, July 11, 2016

The Start of Something Tiny...

Once upon a time there was an author who lived in a small house.

She knew she had to make the most of her space and started falling down the rabbit hole of google to figure out where on earth she could put an office. An office held the keys to productivity and the weapons needed to stop the dreaded Netflix monster from invading. 

Then one magical day she found a show called "Tiny House Nation".

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The author was enchanted by the the magical images she was shown. People built everything they needed into only 250 square feet or less. The people in the show downsized. They sacrificed, and they used all their extra money to have wonderful adventures throughout the globe.

Then the author realized it was three weeks later and she was out of clean clothes and had watched over twenty hours straight of this program. 

She had to take action. She had to release the hold this show had on her. There was only one way to break the spell. 

She wrote a book.



So...yeah. I got obsessed. I fell down the rabbit hole. I googled, I pinned, I started following every twitter account I could find.

(Yo...Tiny House Nation...if you still want to use my obsessive tweeting in a commercial, the timing would be killer. Just putting it out there. ;p)

It became all consuming for me in a big way, and I had to get it out of my head.

That was where this story idea came from. At the end of the day, everyone on these shows got rid of everything they didn't need in life so they could focus on what was the most important to them.

It fascinated me, and the idea of everything having a place, and needing so much less material goods in life, appeals to me.

The idea of cleaning up a whole house in ten minutes doesn't sound too bad either.


I'm releasing this "Tiny" book tomorrow, and I hope you'll give it a try. If you love tiny houses, or can't imagine someone living in something so small, I think you'll find something to love about this series.

Don't be surprised by some sizzling scenes. There's always room for that in my world.

If you've read the book, let me know what you think! If you're getting your copy tomorrow, let me know what you're most excited to read in those pages.

Whether you love or love to hate Felicity and Brandon, thanks for coming on the tiny journey with me.

~Roxy

To find Roxy's books with buy links and what she has coming up next check out her website at RoxyRocksMe.com


LOVE SHACK
Buy it at ...
Living tiny doesn’t leave many places to hide.
Tiny Houses, Big Hearts, Book 1
Felicity Newhouse left a life of excess for a tiny house—and she’s never felt richer. She’d like to give back to the artisanal community who gave her wounded spirit a place to land, but she wants to do it on her own terms. Except she’s been turned down for a loan four times. And the fifth bank on her list isn’t looking too promising, either.
The woman sitting across Brandon Halston’s desk must be out of her mind. Who’d want to live in a house the size of his walk-in closet, much less create an entire community of them? He’s drawn to her soft beauty and her ideals, but business is business.
When her story hits the news, Brandon’s boss solves the PR nightmare by ordering him to spend a month in her house—while cameras roll. The heat between them boils over like the water for their morning coffee. But when one person is hiding who they really are, passion may not be enough to clean up the dirt someone is digging up behind the scenes.

Warning: This book contains copious amounts of coffee and sex in confined spaces. If the tiny house is rockin’ don’t come a-knockin’.