Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Characters are what make a reader keep going. Keep turning that page to see just what the story is all about. They take us out of ourselves and into a world through the eyes and emotions of someone else.

When you find amazing characters, it's hard to step away from them after you've put the book down. Your mind wanders back to them and asks questions about what's going on? Are they still living their HEA?

With the Diablo Blanco Club in the forefront of my mind, I've been thinking of introducing the reader to the different figures frequenting the Club. Beginning Saturday, December 20th, I will try to post at least one character interview a week. What I'm going to need help with are questions for them.

That's where the reader comes in. Please post in the comments a question you would like asked of the different characters. You can even suggest which characters I should interview.

Thank you for your help.

Qwillia Rain

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The First Round is Over

Well, it's over. The first round of voting I mean. The American Title V contest closed the votes on the 23rd of November so now it's sit and wait. I want to thank everyone who voted, not only for my book, In A Lover's Silence, but for all the first lines of the books in the American Title V contest.

The life of a writer is an interesting one. We listen to voices in our head tell us stories that fascinate and intrigue us. Once we have it on paper, it's our internal drive to share what we've created that makes us risk humiliation, insult, and ridicule time after time in an effort to get our work before the readers.

Like any craft, the practice of writing takes time to master, hour upon hour of putting word to page, rewriting, and rewriting, until the original hodge podge of terms and letters is nothing like it's final draft. And it always amazes me when someone who's never tried to write a book decides "it's not that hard--I could write something better..." Ironically, that is how I started (with a little nudge from a friend who challenged me to do just that) but there aren't that many who stick with it.

When you take the time to read through the next round of entries in the American Title V contest, the character descriptions, remember, each of the seven remaining authors sweated blood over the people they created. The next voting session begins in December.

Keep that in mind and when you sit down and read a book or wander through the blogs and post responses, take a moment to consider the time and effort your favorite authors have gone to to get that finished product into your hand.

Monday, November 10, 2008

American Title V Contest

Well, it's begun.
Today Romantic Times will be posting the first round of the American Title V contest and I'm freaking out!
My book, In A Lover's Silence, is one of the finalists and I'm desperately hoping I don't get knocked out in the first round. The other 7 ladies in the contest are great gals and I appreciate all the work and effort they've put in to their own books, but this is my baby we're talking about here.
I mean, I've slaved and cried and worried over this manuscript for six years. Yup, that's right, SIX YEARS. It's been re-written at least four times and this last time of the 412 original pages I kept about ten. Yes, I said ten. I scrapped the entire manuscript, started nearly from scratch and created, what my critique partners called, a hot, character driven story. The bad guy is creepy and you really want him dead and the good guy is sooo yummy you can't blame the heroine for jumping his bones every opportunity she gets.
Okay, enough about me.
If you get the opportunity today, please run by and check in their News section for the latest update on American Title V (AT-V). You can cast your votes via email at: you just enter the title of the book in the subject line, nothing needs to go in the body of the email.
Thanks for listening to me rant. Post a comment if you feel like it. I'll make sure to get to them as quickly as possible.


Saturday, October 25, 2008

I'm Back With Some Weird Thoughts

For me that is the ULTIMATE question. Ask anyone who has edited my stories or listened to me complain about my characters. Today I was able to do a quick Fall Flasher (508 words) on another blogsite to which I contribute. Here's the link if you're interested in checking it out--heck, it may just end up a story somewhere down the line:

Anyway, the delete key is my friend. It hovers there in the upper right hand corner of my keyboard, winking at me when my characters are refusing to behave. Or, more noticably, when my Muse is PMSing and tells me everything I write is crap! On those days (the PMSing Muse ones, not the difficult characters ones) I waddle off to whine at my friends (thank you Jen and Cary and all the Georgia's Crew) and beg them to help me through--my Muse refuses Midol and I don't trust her with alcohol (heck, I don't trust myself with alcohol--I worry for the planet if my Muse gets hold of a 25 year-old Lagavulin)

I digress, a habit of mine I'm constantly fighting. Back to the delete key. I swear it talks to me. It must be in cahoots with my Muse (what that little minx is using as a bribe, I don't want to know...or maybe I do, hmmm) because on my lowest days--and her loudest--my temptation to hit the CTRL+A then the Del key is right up there with a chocolate festival. I have to go back through the story and recognize the good stuff and know that there is more good than bad in the mix and get past the doubts.
Note: Delete and Doubts begin with the same letter and have the same number of letters in them. Perhaps its a subliminal thing.

After this long, rambling (insert disjointed here) monologue, I'm wondering if there are others who are tempted by The Golden Delete Key (my nickname for it). Tell me, am I alone in my strange little world (I don't doubt that I am, but it would be nice if I weren't) where the Delete key whispers and motions me toward eliminating all my writing? (I promise, I'm not a crazy as I sound--I don't think, hmmmm)

Feel free to leave a comment.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Come over and visit with me this afternoon

Hey there,
I'm going to be chatting with Lena Matthews and her yahoo group this afternoon (day job has me bound to it until 4:30 pm EST today) but I'm hoping to have some company this evening.

It'll be fun and there will be excerpts posted on the group.

Here's the addy:

Hope to see you there!


Monday, August 25, 2008

Day Job and Writing

Have a dilemma, ladies and gentlemen.

Seems my day job boss thinks I am not taking my position seriously enough and that my writing is the reason for my lack of "sacrifice." In his estimation, I should view my job as a teacher similar to that of a doctor or lawyer, i.e. some personal time is required to do the job well. I'm not to complain about my lack of pay, nor am I supposed to cite my need for promotion and writing time when asked to stay after school to participate in a discipline program I don't use nor agree with.

Now, here's a quick description of my job duties: not only am I to teach computers and library skills to 600 Kindergarten through 8th grade students, but I'm also supposed to coordinate and teach training sessions for the teachers on how to use computers and technology in their classrooms, repair any faulty or non-working technology tools (computers, LCD projectors, TVs, DVD/VCR machines, printers, fax machines, copiers, etc.), set up and break down 50-72 computers for testing sessions 3 times a year, schedule, and monitor those testing sessions for 3-4 weeks. Of course as the monitor/proctor of the testing, I have to make sure all 600 students are in the test roster, develop and maintain a spreadsheet to record all of their test scores in 3-4 tests and make sure teachers know how to access, read, understand, and implement the information on the test results.

I'm supposed to do all this in the course of the day, while teaching classes, writing lesson plans, and keeping a smile on my face.

I freely admit, my problems are extremely minor in comparison to those people who don't have jobs, are homeless, ill, etc. but in the six weeks leading up to the start of school, my ambivalent feelings about my day job have kept me from really doing any kind of writing.

And that isn't acceptable to me.

Here's the dilemma--how do I keep from telling my principal just where to shove his job expectations for me, especially since I'm, in essence, performing 2-3 jobs and barely getting paid for one?

I'd really like to know, because it took everything I had to just enter my school last Monday and not tell the PTB to go F themselves.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Meeting a Neighbor's Needs--NC17 Rating!!

Here's a little teaser from my next book, Meeting a Neighbor's Needs, coming 8/19/08 from Loose Id, LLC. None of the characters are part of the DBC group, but, they do know how to push the boundaries. LOL

Meeting a Neighbor's Needs
Unedited Excerpt:

With a shaky nod, I allowed him to lead me, like his trusting pet, into the dimly lit living room. From my stereo, the haunting strains of Middle Eastern music wafted through the room. Upon our entrance, the little conversation drew to a close. There were five men, not including George, in various relaxed poses in my living room, none of whom I’d ever met before. Each man was dressed similar to my lover, in loose drawstring pants and bare chests. Each man matched George in height and fitness. Some were leaner while others were slightly huskier, but none was any less attractive than him.

As I stood there, George stepped away, leaving me in the center of the room, breasts swollen and bare, exposed from the waist down. Among the men I didn’t see Mike. Inwardly, I heaved a sigh of relief, until I noticed the familiar bottle of wine on the coffee table with six empty glasses scattered about the room. And the woven basket that usually held a collection of wrapped candies was filled with familiar, distinctive black plastic packets.

A gesture from George brought the first man forward. “This is Aaron,” George offered.

The man was handsome, lean face, dark brown eyes. Behind the fabric of his pants, his arousal pushed at the soft fabric. Leaning forward, he fastened his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth while one hand stroked my breast and the other tested the damp curls of my apex.

My eyes closed in appreciation at his skillful technique in kissing. Before I could return the caress, he slipped back and returned to his lounging position on the sofa, his fingers smoothing over the hard length of his penis.

“This is Vincent.”

A second man stepped forward, his hands slipping beneath my robe to cup my buttocks as his mouth dipped to suckle at a taut nipple. I gasped, burying my hand in his curly black hair. Still, he pulled away before I could enjoy more.


The third man stepped in front of me, took my trembling hand in his, and slipped it beneath his pants, cupping my hand over his thick erection. He withdrew my hand when I made to clasp him, and stepped away with a wry smile lifting his full lips and a twinkle in his storm-cloud-colored eyes.


This man approached slowly, measuring every inch of me with sharp blue eyes as he walked around my shaking form, his blunt fingertips trailing from an aroused nipple to my shoulder, down my back, around to my other shoulder, then down to my other straining nipple.

“And last, Garrick.”

Garrick merely nodded toward me from his position in the nearest easy chair, lids lowered over keen amber eyes. He looked as sexy clothed in the loose pants, as he had in jeans and a tee-shirt that day I’d spotted him outside George’s apartment. The heat in those golden eyes sent a twist through my belly rivaling my first reaction upon meeting George.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Breaking the Rules

There are always rules to get used to. Don't do this, you can't do that. No, no, no. So what happens when the a woman who's spent her whole life following the rules runs into the one guy not interested in them?
I'll tell you--chaos! That's right, chaos. I don't know if it was because I teased my friend into going after her boss (not that he wasn't one hot Santa) or because my curiosity got the best of me, but now I'm paying for it and all I can say is--Wow! If I had known breaking the rules was so fun, I woulda done it ages ago!
Well, no, let's be honest, until Case came along I didn't know a rule I wanted to break, but how can a woman say no to a man that makes her melt? Now all we have to do is figure out why my boss is so set on killing me, find Case's detective friend Vance, and get back home before Valentine's Day!
Yeah, right! Wish me luck.


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Greetings and Welcome to the Diablo Blanco

Welcome to my world!
The Diablo Blanco Club came to life while I wrote my erotic romance novel, Santa's Elf. You can check out my book at
Be prepared, this is a book with BDSM elements. This blog is for the over 18 crowd so if you aren't over 18, bye-bye!

The DBC is a fun little place populated by some interesting characters. There are the descendants of the original founder of the club--Jacob, Bryce, and Mike Halsey. Another partner in the club is Richard Bennett, a long time friend and college roommate to Bryce.

DBC allows new visitors a glimpse of the Bondage, Discipline, Slave, Master (BDSM) lifestyle as practiced by different members. I'm hoping some of the members and owners will drop in from time to time to chat or give an update on their lives.

Currently, Santa's Elf is still available for purchase on and the story of Bryce Halsey's courtship of his wife, Mattie Lawrence, (a prequel to Santa's Elf) will be coming out later this summer--depending upon the extent of the edits.

I hope you feel free to stop by and chat some with us.

Qwillia Rain