Sunday, April 24, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday Sans Sex- Craving a bit more?

Crave something more than sex in six? I strive to provide six sentence bites that tittilate more than the hormones. Our minds as the most important sex organ crave something beyond bodyparts and lurid touch. Join me on my weekly Six Sentence journeys and you shall get words that engage all your senses--including but not limited to your temporal lobe.

Our hero Kyle is taking heroine Sin for a spin down the spine of the desert southwest's Monument Valley at day's end...

The warm dry air was perfect; the few shredded clouds racing across the

horizon were being painted with raspberry chalk by the sinking sun, each water droplet

refulgent with rainbow potential. As they raced toward the crest of the valley, the

paintbrush of light changed each curve of vapor into a progressive stroke of tint,

rotating around the color wheel as the angle of the sun shifted with each passing

minute, pale salmon into orange into pink onto mauve. As they reached the back road

plummeting toward the San Juan River and Mexican Hat, Kyle pulled into a widened

area on the highway’s verge and turned the nose of the Enfield to face the mammoth

buttes spread out across the vast expanse of land between them and the horizon.


Now silhouetted against the brilliant pallet of pastels into deepening purples,

the enormous stone structures looked even more dominant, each shape an example of

what time, earth and weather can do to various densities of sand and rock. Most cut a

figure, a flat-topped mesa, sheer walls cascading down to gentler inclined tumbles of

rocks sloping to the flat valley floor below.


They both remained fixed to the padded seat of the Enfield, the ability of speech

stolen from them by the splendor of the display. As the sun sank below the horizon and

the splash of clouds trailing across the sky morphed into their final shades of violet

to purple to grey, Kyle and Sin sat frozen in a stupor of transcendental wonder.


“No matter how many time I see it, I’m left speechless.” Sin whispered, as though in

prayer, into the fading light.
.


Available June 2011 through MuseItHot Publishing

Hog Wild Bookcover


http://tinyurl.com/3satpdu

Sinclair MacTavish ruled the world of motorcycle mechanics able to repair anything under the Four Corners sun. But when a cynical, road weary Brit crashes through the door of her garage, she's in for more than just another cantankerous client. He may be the challenge of her life.

Christine London
Author of Shadows Steal The Light
Visit my website at www.christinelondon .com for the latest!

Monday, April 18, 2011

New York & Boston- One Day In April






One June Day in Paris I wandered the city snapping photos. To date, it is one of my most revisited blogs. So I took the opportunity to snap away again this weekend in New England. New York's Marquis Times Square Marriott--locale of the upcoming Romance Writers Of America's annual national convention,(June 28 - July 1, 2011) was too big a temptation-- fun having a peek at what is to come.


I began my journey in the Boston area...
Early morning M.I.T. All is well in the halls of eggheadedness--God bless 'em.
















Chapel interior at M.I.T.


And in the streets of Cambridge...










Travelin' southward, I stopped in Poughkeepsie, New York's Barnes and Noble (Okay..cut me a break--had to say 'hey' to the locals along the way. Manager Mike Jensen was awesome)




View from my digs for the night on Staten Island nestled at the foot of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.




Trees are ready to burst into spring finery...




And our escorts across the water to Manhattan. Pretty darned impressive. Gooooo Coast Guard!







Wet the old whistle at the tavern in lower Manhattan--Fraunces. Washington used to eat at Fraunces Tavern, the same place where he bade farewell to his officers at the end of the American Revolution. History at the foot of the nucleus of modern capitalism.
Wow.






And the interior...have a Porterhouse red, Christine. Okay--don't mind if I do.









Lower Manhattan's financial district has an amazing array of architecture





Even a baby Grand above the lobby of a MacDonalds--pianist serenading diners from his perch. (Ship's ladder the only access)




Our national touchstone--the grave of nearly 2800 innocents--the Site of the Old (and new) World Trade Center is a place of dreams lost that crystaline September morning...





...and location of the future memorial/new World Trade complex.






Those lost are honoured across the street at the N.Y. Firehouse where a makeshift museum houses artifacts until the new memorial centre is complete. Survivors lead walking tours, sharing their recollections. One man, carefully folded paper in shaking hand, recalled his exit from tower two, his officemate returning for a forgotten item--and never seen again.





Marriott Marquis Times Square will host romance writers, editors, agents and industry professionals end of June. The view from the bar is a- m-a-z-i-n-g







and the eight floors of conference rooms and ballrooms beneath the lobby will house all the RWA workshops.






From the lobby up it is as grand as any Marriott--glass exterior elevators not for the faint of heart about a central cylindrical core.





The rain didn't stop those intrepid New Yorkers from queuing for theater tickets or bustling about to shop. One afternoon in April might be one of the wettest on record, but the city that can---did.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Six Sentences of Dance Fever Combustion

Thanks for visiting my blog this fine Six Sentence Sunday. The focus of my 'six' today is Hog Wild- to be released in June through MuseItHot publishing. (http://tinyurl.com/4yxvl9x)

When last I posted my six, we met music promoter Kyle Matthews riding his Harley Heritage Classic down the arid ribbon of highway through Monument Valley, desert southwest, trying to escape the specter of the woman he couldn't have.

Today, let's have a look at the first time he lays eyes on the heroine, Sinclair McTavish. Needless to say there's not a man unaffected by the undulating sensation before him.

Rounding the end of the bench, his eyes caught on the figure of a woman dancing with…what was that?…a pool cleaning pole? She was illuminated in a reddish halo of light spreading outward from a lamp mounted on the side of the restaurant section of the building,long russet hair cascading past her waist, wearing no more than a red lacy bra and microscopic hot pants.


As she dipped the length of the aluminum pole forty-five degrees towards the ground, her hair fell over her face, snaking around her shoulders and waist in silken filaments of spun cinnamon. She leaned backward at the waist, as though being dipped by her partner, the pole, into a reverse camber of sensuous flesh. Hooking slender graceful fingers about the silver cylinder, she swung around it, raising her leg high enough above her head to make a professional contortionist jealous. The length of those legs looked to be the distance from Kayenta to Tuscon.


Catching himself gawking, he felt the same tug of testosterone driven stupidity that drew every male over sixteen and under one hundred poolside. Damn, she was incredible.





Hog Wild Bookcover




Hog Wild

Book Two of a duo. Book one: Shadows Steal the Light


Author: Christine London

Genre: Contemporary Romance Erotica

Release: June 2011


Blurb:

Kyle Matthews might have the music world by the horns, but when he loses out in love to his most famous client and best friend, he escapes into the wilds of the desert southwest on a restorative motorcycle trip. Will the hard driving, salty tongued gorgeous mechanic he relies upon to fix his Harley be able to mend his heart, as well?

Also by Christine London:


Shadows Steal The Light - Cover




Friday, April 15, 2011

RT Booklovers Convention- Parties, Networking and Penthouse Champagne






RT Booklovers Convention is not all about business. By day the workshops and networking are unparalleled opportunities to listen and learn from some of the industry's biggest names. By night dinner dances are the cap to a long day. While there are a number of smaller social events sponsored by various publishers, authors and booksellers, the two main events are Thursday night's Fairy Masquerade and Friday's Vampire Ball - dive into a bit of darkness.

Escorted to the periphery of the round tables to where seating still abound, I made my way to the far right front of the sumptuous ballroom with my colleague, Harlequin author Carol Ericson. We sat at one of the last empty tables soon joined by two readers and two authors, the latter saving seats for 'men'.

"And they say we take a long time to get ready," one of the two said.

"Busy shaving?" I quipped.

Moments later the gentlemen arrived. It was immediately apparent why they took a bit more time than we. Both decked out in eighteenth century wear, one in everyday gentlemen's attire, the other might well have been at court with Louise the XVI. Fine sheen of white silk embroidered with regal golden lame, ruffled lace sleeves peeking out at wrists, knee length gold trousers, hosiery and hair in waist length braid pulled back by golden butterfly ornaments; the gentleman that choose the chair next to mine was the definition of fine. He was gracious as well as soft spoken. It was not until my colleague asked what was his interest in such a predominantly female event that we were to learn that we spoke with Elloras Cave's first "Caveman" cover model.






If you have never seen one of these gents on an EC book or gracing one of their calendar pages, well let me say that Chippendales and the Thunder Down Under male revue dancers have nothing on them.




CJ (Christopher James Hollenbach) promised a copy of the EC calendar to be delivered personally the next evening at the Vampire Ball. He visited me at my book faire signing table the next morning and indeed remembered the calendar that night.






"Are you one of the months in this year's calendar?" I asked stupidly.

"Would I give you a calendar in which I am not?" he teased.

On my way to ready for the Vampire ball, I was called aside by Publisher Weekly's Barbara Vey (http://blogs.publishersweekly.com/blogs/beyondherbook/) to help with a video she and scarf designer Christine Skye were shooting in the lobby to share on YouTube and their websites. Barb remembered me from our brief encounter at RT Pittsburgh a couple years back (what a memory). I held the camera while the two ladies chatted.

"Are you going to the All Romance E-Books champagne party?" I asked Barb after we were finished with the taping. My publisher from Phaze Books, Kat Lively, had given me an invite card at the book faire.

"Oh, is that now? Why sure," she answered.
"Why don't you drop your stuff in my room and we'll go together."

Right time right place Christine obliged and we shot upwards in the exterior to the building glass cylinder capsule to the twentieth floor. I left my rolling computer bag behind and we proceeded to the thirty second floor.

Only two doors on this curve of wall. Holy sh*t-we were on the penthouse floor.

The Bonaventure Hotel is a collection of four silver glass encased cylindrical towers. Thus each room is placed along a curve--a piece cut out of the pie, penthouse no different with the exception of size. Barb rang the bell and we were escorted into a crescent of poshly appointed living room--sunken conversation area rimmed by long low couches opening onto floor to ceiling glass wall of windows a glitter with the Los Angeles city nightlights. A sea of champagne glasses adorned a table behind the sunken seating area. We grabbed a flute and walked to the sofas.



Barb chatted with one of the owners of ARe (E-book distributors All Romance E-book/OmniLit) as I listened and added my perspective on the Kindle and ease of e-book acquisition. Barb had not yet figured how to download a non-Amazon book to her Kindle and very much wanted to be able to read books sent to her for reviews.

Right place right time Christine indeed. My publisher and three or four others were there. I felt like Cinderella at the ball.

One never knows what opportunities lie just around the corner or the curve, if you leave yourself open. Right time right place Christine.

A short time later--Vampire Ball--once again, Barb Vey's accomplice, I sat next to her at her table.












the hero, the robot and moi



"Twenty two thousand four hundred comments on my fourth anniversary blog," she told our table mates. *Lordie* I'm a thinkin'. You gooooooo girl!

Tight stretch shirt torn to his lunch and shiny black leather pants, head topped by a curly black wig was CJ's costume for the Vampire affair.




He borrowed a pen to sign his month---January, as cover model Jimmy Thomas looked on from neighbouring table. What's a girl to do but say 'yes' and 'thanks'?

The three hundred authors at the Book Faire of Saturday morning buzzed in excitement as the doors opened. Tables carefully set in display, we sat in excitement as the thousand plus rampant readers filtered up and down aisles.




I met so many wonderful people. The one item nearly every reader was after is the newest piece of 'swag'---Book Trading Cards. Like baseball cards, each of these glossy rectangles of poster stock is a prized addition to what so many readers are now collecting and trading. Never have I seen readers ask for any promotional item---until now. I was fortunate enough to talk to the author who dreamed up this cross-entertainment piece of legacy, Jeannie Lin, and procured a card with link to romancetradingcards.com site. You can bet Christine London will be ordering her own book cards for the upcoming RWA annual convention in Times Square Marriott New York opening June 28th.

The Convention top off was the crowning of the new 'Mister Romance' on Saturday night. Always a bit of fun, the show runs something like pageant meets talk show.




By evening's end we had the very handsome, Len Gunn




from Milford, Connecticut, as winner of a cover shoot with Kensington books and one thousand dollars.




Harlequin's new electronic book imprint, Carina, celebrate their one year anniversary with champagne and hor'doeurves before a fun romp across the dance floor and some much needed exercise as we danced the night away. (Hosted by Harlequin and Borders)

Collapsing into my bed that night, I smiled.

Right time Right Place Christine---Indeed.





Jimmy Thomas at his booth advertising his Romance Covers business