Thirty whole hours…

…without the internet.

Yes, I was going slightly mental.  I lost all concentration while trying to write.  I have ‘mental rests’ in between scribblings. I had no idea how vital they were, until I tried to write Friday and Saturday, lol

Anyway, The Ent got it sorted after much hassle with Ornage and it came back around 10pm last night.  We then both feverishly feed our addiction to all things webby for about 3 hours… *phew*

Now The Ent’s taken the Hobbits to Yellow Sub to run around for a couple of hours, giving me the chance to post about Past Lies on the Samhain blog.  I need peace and quiet and acres of time to navigate the intricacies of that blog! lol  But it’s done – hurrah – so now time for breakfast and getting back to Lost Gods.

I should have the first draft of that done today/tomorrow – then I have to go back and fill in all the plot points I discovered while writing it, lol

Brava Novella Contest opens to voting and other catch up news! *grin*

A week without a blog post. How bad am I? And how long does a week feel? lol

So news, news, news!

Well, the Brava Novella Contest has opened to voting.

My entry is No 142 Dark Host by Kim Knox. You can go here:

to vote for me! hehe

Seriously, you get the chance to vote for up to three of your fav entries. As a guest, you can read the 20 finalists but you have to sign up (its free and painless…honest) to vote.

In other writing news, I sold Weaving Words to Samhain. *grin*, I have the first edits for The Honourable Lady and the print copies of Past Lies came yesterday. I pulled in my nerve and ran over to the library with a copy of it and a copy of Buying Mackenzie’s Baby. The librarian seemed very happy to take them *grin*

And other things. We have topsoil in the garden and yesterday I saved a frog from a magpie, lol

Past Lies is a Best Seller!

So I’m sitting on the couch, generally being annoyed by Hobbits and trying to complete the final draft of Alchemy, (6k in and a huge improvement on the draft, LOL) when I look at MyBookstoreandMore.

And find that I’m on it, at #10

Major *squeeee* follows. Run to tell The Ent in the kitchen. Hug the annoying Hobbits. Then check again to make sure I’m not imagining it… and it’s gone LOL

So I go into refresh mode… until it’s back *grin*

And today? Well, today Past Lies is #9

Let the *squeeee-ing* commence…

Past Lies releases today!

Blogger has been a nightmare this morning… maybe I haven’t been paying it enough attention? Anyway, after a lot of screaming and severe keyboard pressing, I can finally post this…

Past Lies by Kim Rees
Genre: Contemporary Romance

ISBN: 1-59998-453-9
Length: Category
Price: 4.50
Publication Date: April 10, 2007

Samhain Publishing

Buy Here
Anna Shrewsbury is trapped.
The whims of her sister control her life. She wants to be free…and she thought her brother-in-law had helped her find freedom with his last act. But instead, she seems to be the butt of one of his infamous jokes.

She now has a half share in a company she doesn’t want, while her childhood home and her promised sanctuary is bequeathed to a man who hates her. And then there’s the deal. She has to live a week with him. A whole week with Zachary Quinn.

For six years, a shield of lies has protected Anna. But in beginning a new life, she must break away from those lies. Be prepared to face Zach’s fury. And his passion…

She closed the door on his laughter. Damn the man. She’d dug a deep hole for herself with her numerous lies. Her reputation…well, she didn’t want to dwell on how others saw her. But it had been made very obvious to her that day.

Anna stared down into the atrium. She calmed her breathing. There was little use in getting so angry. Zach would continue to believe she jumped anything with a big enough wallet. She doubted Eric Dalton’s lies could blacken her name any further.

Though she did hope Zach could think she would have more taste.

Anna snorted and ran a hand through her hair.

She leant back against a pillar, glancing around the desks and cubes. Until she found that corner. Her lips burned again at the memory and she tried to think of something, anything else.

But the past was too strong.

He tasted of brandy and another, indefinable taste that almost made her groan. The gentle pressure of his lips, savouring her. His hands slipped from her face, shaped her shoulders, arms until he found the glass clutched tight in her hand. It found a new home on a convenient desk.

She was insane. This was Zach. Zach whose hands trailed fire down her body in slow exploration.
“I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you tonight.”

His voice was a heated whisper against her skin and it pulsed a need through Anna that she’d never experienced. Her spine pressed up against the cool plaster of a pillar, Zach’s body deliciously pinning her. “Why?” The word was almost a gasp.

His mouth found hers, pulling slow, soft kisses that had her head spinning.

“How could I not?”

It wasn’t an answer, but at that moment she didn’t care. His tongue flickered against her lips, her teeth and with her heart slamming, she opened her mouth to him.

The deliberate sweep of Zach’s tongue over hers, hot, intense. This was unreal. Completely…

He deepened the kiss and all thought scattered.

Anna threaded her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth hard against hers. Zach groaned. His hands shaped her waist and slid lower, curving over her hip and gripping her behind.

The rub of his erection against her body sparked little pulses of pleasure. Her hips shifted and heat flared. She groaned and her hands moved down, holding him to her.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Anna?” Zach’s heated breath stirred her skin and she shivered. His leg nudged hers, eased them apart. “What do you want?”


The word gasped out on too little air. The hard pressure of his leg ground against her pubic bone and liquid heat melted through her body. She found his mouth again.

More. She had to have more of him. Now.

(c) 2007 Kim Rees

Thank you for reading!

Building a story: Theme

I blogged here yesterday about my trials of starting a new project.

And today, I learned something else about successful story building… well for me any way.

Find your theme.

I’m usually a one word theme-ster. Chosen was Choice, for example LOL But there were variations on the word. Having no choice. Making the right and the wrong choice. I realised when I started writing Chosen, that having even a single word theme helped me with a stuck plot. When everything died, I went back to my theme and *bing* out popped the next part of the plot. Cool. I might have actually hit on something useful for me. For a change *grin*

I remember stressing over Past Lies and having no idea what the theme was. Then I had to think of a new title. Out popped the above. And guess what the theme of that book is?

I wish I had a direct line to my subconscious. It would make life so much easer…