Month: January 2011

ROW8O: Wednesday and Sunday

On By Kim KnoxIn ROW80, Writing7 Comments

What happened to my Wednesday post? I’m not sure…  The week went by so fast I think I simply forgot <–old age creeps in lol

So for the week:

Over 3k on my wolves story.

4.3k on my February wip that finally has a title: Bitter Harvest.

Started the edits on Magnetism.

I’m sure there was something else, but for the life of me I can’t remember…  Oh duh! I subbed Simulacrum.  It’ll be the end of Feb before I hear back on that.

Today will be a writing day and tomorrow edits. When I get the edits for Magnetism finished –hopefully next week — I’ll sub Friction.

Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest

On By Kim KnoxIn Bitter Harvest, Six Sentence Sunday, Writing22 Comments

New week, new wip, Bitter Harvest.  I’m having so much fun with this story, it’s unreal.

“Who’s your type?”  He paused and the hot shine in his eyes made thinking difficult.  “Because, right now, you want nothing more than to take me and fuck me.  Do it, lieutenant.” He wet his lips.  “Do it now.”

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ROW80: Sunday

On By Kim KnoxIn ROW80, Writing6 Comments

Simulacrum is still simmering.  I moved onto Friction and the neverending sex scene is written and the first draft complete.  I’m also going to let that simmer as I have edits on the book before it, Magnetism to do before 10 Feb.  That also needs a tweak to one of the sex scenes.  My life measured in sex scenes, not coffee spoons lol

I’m playing with one of my wolf stories as I wait on a book for my m/m.  That also needs more of a plot and I’m feeding my subconscious hoping it turns up something good.

So my ROW80 this week is a bit confused, but I am moving forward 😀

Six Sentence Sunday: Kingdoms, part three

On By Kim KnoxIn Six Sentence Sunday, Writing25 Comments

This is my last post from Kingdoms for a while, as I have to well, actually write it, lol.  Enjoy a bit more of the Beast…

 

Maura let out a slow sigh.  “The mid-winter feast is slow and dull, Seager.  I grabbed at an excuse.”  She pulled a short kiss from Ladon’s mouth.  “Shame my barbarian is always so…noisy.”

Seager coughed and a slash of red cut over his cheeks.  “We will await you, Majesty.”

The door closed with a heavy thunk, leaving her alone with the barbarian.  Maura pushed him away.  Ladon didn’t move.

“What just happened here?”  His low, angry voice brushed her lips and the hard length of his thigh still pressed against her sex.  “Nobody uses me.”

 

Also, I cheated again, sorry…but as it’s the last of him for while, I’m not feeling too guilty 😕  Next week, I promise, proper Sixing…

 

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ROW80 Wednesday

On By Kim KnoxIn ROW80, Writing7 Comments

Simulacrum is done!

I think I finished it a bit earlier than my goal set, so yay for ROW80 🙂  It’s currently at 29750 – so a whole 250 words under the max word limit, lol – and the editing is done.  There are few tweaks still needed, so I’ll let it simmer for a week before I write the synopsis and blurb.

Today is looking at Friction and finishing that and subbing it.  Hopefully that’ll be done by the end of the week and it’s on to my post apoc.  I still need a title for that, too.  Not having a title is irking… lol

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ROW80: Sunday

On By Kim KnoxIn ROW80, Writing9 Comments

I’ve had a few good writing days. Simulacrum –which I still can’t spell first time, ugh –is  at 26,400.  I’m on the last chapter, so I have another 2k or so and a missing fight scene to add.  Then it’s edit it all together to make sense. I think I’ll be pushing to the very edge of the 30k, but the story will make sense within that limit.

I also added a few words to my post-apoc story.  The Joy of Gay Sex arrived Friday. I’ve been skimming that and it’s helped to flesh out the story, adding a depth to the idea of my characters.

Oh and I also made up Freewrite Friday, writing about 500 words of a story to post up on my blog each week.  I have no clue where it’s going.  It’s fun.

Today is pulling all my stuff together for the tax man, so writing is a luxury for later.  Ugh.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Kingdoms, part two

On By Kim KnoxIn Six Sentence Sunday, Writing27 Comments

A little bit more on Kingdoms…

In a moment of weakness, she skirted the length of his bare torso, following the long, leather kirtle that revealed the solid length of his musclesd legs.  Her gaze retraced its path to the dark and intricate swirls of tattoos covering his chest and arms, ones that emphasised the sculpted perfection of his brown skin.

He made no concession for the bitter cold of her northern home in winter.  He was from the heat-blasted south, all desert and burning white skies.  Something about him radiated heat, as if he carried the fierce sun of his homeland in his flesh.

He caught her staring and held her gaze.  His mouth twitched.

And I cheated. There’s an iddy biddy extra sentence in there. Forgive me…?

 

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Freewrite Friday #1: Chatha

On By Kim KnoxIn Freewrite Friday, Writing4 Comments

So I was trying to think of something to post today…and it coincided with Frodo going to his riding lesson. Wait. It makes sense.  Half an hour, boy riding a horse, me with my beloved ipad…  So I found a prompt from Seventh Sanctum (see below) and mashed out about 500 words, tidied, primped and posted. So this is my first Freewrite Friday

MC: barbarian and hermit
Main event: flashback

Chatha  hadn’t meant to touch him.

Her hand had gripped her sword, bloodless and determined and she’d had no intention of reaching out and stroking the gilded beauty of his skin. But like all her best intentions…she failed.

He was surprisingly warm.

That was her first reaction. And a natural one. He was a statue mounted in the centre of a golden dome, a treasure buried under rock and long abandoned ancient buildings.

Chatha drew in a slow careful breath and ran her fingers in a light sweep down the perfection of his thigh.  It was a shame that she would have to hack up and melt down his beauty, but she was practical. His weight in gold would buy her luxury for the rest of her life.  Buy her slaves, land, pretty concubines to pander to her every whim…

“I’m worth more than that to you.”

Chatha’s hand jerked to the dagger at her waist, unsheathing it, her flesh alive with power and strength.  There was no one in the golden dome but her…and the statue.  The living statue?  She circled around him, her heart fast, a slick of sudden sweat down her spine.  No, it couldnt be him. She knew that the old civilisations had held wonders that people could hardly dream of, nor understand. Yet, their time had passed.  Mountains had fallen since.  Her gaze stayed on the impossible and unmoving beauty of his face.  He wasn’t in her head.

“I am in your thoughts, Chatha of the White Cliffs.”

Chatha rapped out a blessings, protecting her soul against the mind demons. Was that what he was? She gritted her teeth, hardly believing that she could be pulled into trap.

“Not a trap.”

His voice was silky, smooth, holding a warmth, a promise unlike any she had heard before. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, half expecting him to turn, to stare at her with those full-gold eyes and what…?

Her heart hammered and she took slow back steps away from him, until her spine hit the cold metal of the curved wall.

His fingers flexed.

Sweet wings of Argasta, she hadn’t imagined that.  Nor the low twisting groan of moving gold. She couldn’t allow herself to blink, to breathe as the statue stepped down from its plinth.

The cold slither of her sword mixed with the warm, liquid twist of gold. Her arms were rock. Sure and proficient.  She’d survived because of her skill.  It would save her now.

“You need have no fear of me.”

His mouth didn’t move, but there was a curl to his lips, a smile that promised something other than fear, something dark and threaded with pleasure.  Her mouth dried.  She had to ignore the low ache in her belly.  He was a mind demon.  He would make her think, make her do anything.

His smile deepened, spiked with lust.  “Now you understand.”

 

And I think I’ll continue this next week 🙂

I know, not exactly following the prompt…but it’s a prompt 😉

ROW80: Wednesday

On By Kim KnoxIn ROW80, Writing6 Comments

I haven’t done too badly since Sunday.  Being away for the Saturday in Nottingham, I knew I had to catch up on Simulacrum.  I managed to hack out 2k for that on Sunday and 1k Monday and Tuesday.  It’s currently at just over 20 000 words.  I have to have it finished by the end of next week at the latest.  That’s another 10k.  So if I can pull another thousand words a day, at least,  I can make it. The deadline to sub it to Samhain is 1 Feb, so I know I’m cutting it fine.

I also added a few words to my post apoc m/m story and thrashed out the relationship of my characters with CPs who know what they’re doing with regards to writing m/m.

ROW80 is working for me.  I think having this accountability – regardless of how many words are produced –  is really helping me focus 🙂

Blast from the Past: Buying Mackenzie’s Baby

On By Kim KnoxIn Buying Mackenzie's Baby, Samhain Publishing

I wrote this one about six years ago and it was published by Samhain in September 2006.  I’m Blasting the Past with it today because to my complete shock, it’s #2 overall bestseller at Fictionwise.   I even took the screen grab hehe.  So here’s the blurb and a snippet of Buying Mackenzie’s Baby.

Flat broke and desperate, Kate Hartley runs to her ex-husband for help. However, his help comes with a high price. One she can’t refuse.

The morning after a high society party finds Kate Hartley in her ex-husband’s bed. Just a stupid mistake; something to put behind her… Until she discovers that she is pregnant.

Mack had never wanted children; had only married her in a rush of lust. Kate knows this. Nothing would drive her to ask anything of him. Nothing. But she’s homeless and flat broke. And it isn’t only her welfare now.

However, Mack has his own agenda. Kate had fooled him once; married him for his money. Whored herself… It was why he had divorced her. But now his grandfather has threatened his mother’s home if Mack doesn’t marry and produce an heir.

He had vowed never to marry again. But Kate Hartley is his only choice.

And pay back can be sweet…

Excerpt

The sudden fury in his face stopped the rest of her sentence. “Don’t even think of telling her.”

“I just thought–“

“Do I have to buy your silence? Is that what this is about?” Mack stood and began to pace. “I should have known better than to trust you with that information. But then I keep forgetting what kind of woman you are.”

Anger made her hands clench. Muscles tight, she rose from the sofa. “And what am I?” she demanded.

Mack raked his dark gaze over her and her skin flushed. “The colour fits.” She held down a shiver at the icy burn of his eyes. “A siren, a demon. Tormenting me.”

She couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped her. “Hardly.”

Her amusement made something harden in Mack’s face, intensified the fire in his eyes. “Playing innocent?” The softness of his voice sent prickles over her skin. He moved closer and Kate had to stop herself from backing away. Her heart hammered. “And all the while, scheming, finding weaknesses.”

His thumb traced the thin strap of her dress, followed it down over her breast. His touch on her bare skin, smooth, skimming, made her head light. Kate had to remember to breathe. “I should have realised what a formidable opponent you were, from the very beginning.”

“Mack.”

“But you had a veneer of fragility. So beguiling.”

Circling her, his fingertips stroked her skin. His mouth close to her ear, the heat of his breath, the almost press of his lips. Kate’s legs ran liquid. Damn it, he could not do this to her. She couldn’t let him create this need, this ache to have him. Right there. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. Kate gasped.

“But so wanton.” His fingers tugged at the zip low on her back.

Rational thought burst back into her brain with the cool wash of air over exposed skin. “Mack, this is wrong.” She pulled free, desperate to hold the loosened dress. Something still burned in him and it made her take a nervous back step. “You know that.”

“Since when has that stopped me?” His smile was wicked and his dark gaze slid over her legs, over her hips and stomach, narrowing on the hands that clung to her dress. Finally, it reached her face. Her skin had scorched in his wake and now she met his fiery gaze. Kate tried to deny what it did to her, the rush of heat under her skin, the sudden need pulsing through her veins. She tried to deny it. And failed.

The red silk of her dress slipped from her fingers.

Thank you for reading!