I do so exist!!

 Trying to like my blog up to my X account and got back this nonsense that it doesn't exist. Okay, it's been a while since I've been in here but i do so exist. 

So there!!!

Edits and covers and marketing

The edits are done -- the manuscript is in excellent shape. I have another tweak or two that I want to do before it's published. And then off on its merry way.
Then, approving the cover art. I get to help with that. and with the marketing. I suppose I don't have to; that's all part of the publisher's marketing. But it's something I need to know anyway. Every author should. You should always know the business end of the publishing industry if you're going to play in it. So, I want to be part of the marketing. I'll always bow to the professionals, but making suggestions about newer places to market and knowing how to deal with them is in my best interests. My great publisher knows that.

Still working on the second book in the trilogy. It's coming along quite nicely. I crossed over into 38K words and still going. Word count is a measuring tool to keep track of length. My progress but also because the word count will tell me if we'll be able to release this in print. Any book has to hit a certain word count to make it profitable to print. So, we measure in word count. That's where I am right now.

Finishing up a chapter with a bit of destruction that Tom and his new partner, Alex Westerfield, had to investigate. Tom is not a field agent but he's learning to hold his own. Alex is not a computer agent but he's learning from Tom. They work well together. And I like having them together.

A little excerpt? Enjoy!

Westerfield parked the car and turned off the engine. Tom didn’t wait; he was out of the car the moment it came to a stop. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, feeling the doom of the place. Paramedic squads were still pulling onto the street, as close as they could be to the carnage. People were still being led out of the building, blankets draped over drooping shoulders. Bloody faces and clothing. Tears streaking dirty cheeks. Tom felt the gut punch as, one by one, each person was led away, in shock and the look of terror on their faces. He stood, motionless, feeling absolutely helpless…and reminded himself of his purpose here. The feeling was gone and the agent went to work.

 He had to wait for Westerfield; he had no FBI credentials and no authority to enter the crime scene. Westerfield flashed his badge and introduced Tom as the FBI’s consultant, and the locals waved them inside.

“We gotta get you some kind of ID, dude.” Westerfield shook his head. “I can’t be tagging along on everything and if you’re gonna be on the job consulting….”

“I’m not a field agent,” Tom answered.

“Well, you just became one, Dude.” Westerfield pointed toward a group of men, dressed in white jumpsuits, white booties on their feet. A tall redheaded woman, similarly attired and wearing what appeared to be safety glasses, was dispensing orders and conferring with her team.  “Local forensics. Go see what they got. See what you can find out.”

 “Think they’ll talk to me?”

Westerfield grinned. “Flash ‘em your MI5 badge. Tell ‘em our suspect is a Brit. They’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

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The Final Story Edit Is Here!

I am super excited. I received the final story edit on Set A Man. You can imagine what my weekend is going to be spent doing. As soon as I've posted this, I'm off to start them.

Thankfully, Set A Man is only 72K words, give or take a few. I can take my time going over these edits and still have it done this weekend. Then, on to the copy editor. And I am on the road to the finished book.

Meanwhile, I've reached 25K words on To Watch All Night. Book two is going to be more of the romance than book one was.

My favorite chapter is when Tom realizes that he never really courted Sam. They fell into each other's arms because what was happening in book one. Tom wants to seduce her, romance her. Find their way to each other because of each other. Not because of the stress of the events. So, we'll see them get to know more about each other. And really fall in love.

I like it. The more I write, the more I like these two. She's spunky and independent. He's charming and urbane...and brave. So is she. She just doesn't believe it's in her. I'm going to try that in this book. I'm also going to be in his "Point of View" a lot. But I'm also getting to that part where I'll be looking through her eyes. But not yet. Soon enough.

Well, time to get to work.

With love,
Siobhan

New Publisher? New work? New me.

I love writing. I really do. But the last two years stole that love from me. Life got hard. Life turned into a big mess. But finally, breathing room. And my love has returned.

I finally got my first book in two years done, Set A Man. And my publisher has changed. I'm now with Sjofn Press, a new publisher on the romance front. I thought, why not. Go out on the limb. With both of us promoting like crazy, this will have a great chance. Not that I didn't love my publisher, but this one is dedicated to romantic and erotica pursuits. A better fit, I think.  A new start on a new footing. 

I kept meaning to come in here while I was working that first draft and blog about the daily writing. Forgive me for that. I was just so excited that the words were flowing again that I didn't even think about it. I bent my head over the keyboard of the lap top and went to town. But it's done. And the rewrite. And now, the manuscript is off to the "nannies", as I call them. The Alpha Readers, who will look over every aspect of the story and the formatting.

I'm excited but I'm scared. I know it's always down to a matter of opinion, but I trust these people to know what they're doing, what they're talking about. To catch the little inconsistencies that I didn't catch the first time. To tell me what could use a little more and what could use a little less. Suggest where to cut and where to add. They have only the story's best interests in mind. But it still scares me. What if they say it stinks? Hard place to be with such a thing. Even though I want the truth, I still worry.



I love it. I do. I think it's great. I think the plot moves, the romance is there, action and sex. I love it. I just want everyone else to love it too. And recommend to their friends and then their friends recommend to their friends and so on and so on. I don't want much, do I? She asked with a knowing smile.

And I believe in it enough to start book two in the series, To Watch All Night. I'll try to remember to blog that journey. I promise. Until then...


With Love,
Siobhan

Now I'm really back!

I can't believe I took two years off. That does not please me. But I needed the break, apparently.

You know what they say about a body at rest? Well, this body isn't resting anymore. This body is back at work.

I've started the latest, a romantic suspense/thriller titled Set A Man (To Watch All Night). So far, it's entertaining the hell out of me. I even got the first sex scene committed to "paper"--if putting in a word document can be considered "paper"--and managed to turn myself on immensely. The Beautiful Boy loved reaping the benefits of that one.

I suppose I'd better get back to it then. The sooner it's written, the sooner I can start posting excerpts. Even the naughty ones.

With Love,
Siobhan

Hello again, my Bawdy Babes

Look what goodness I have for you today:

Best selling author Siobhan MacKenzie brings Norse Mythology to a new level with her latest novella, Angry Boding. 

Strong, beautiful, commanding...she brought even a God to his knees. 

Loki has no choice—Odin demands he gain a prophecy from the Seeress, Angrboda, at any cost. He either gets the prophecy or the Allfather has promised unspeakable pain and suffering. Getting the prophecy is hard enough; Angrboda has no love of Asgard. But Loki doesn’t count on falling in love with her. Or having to keep her safe from Odin’s wrath. He must use his silver tongue well this time because he's risking everything for her. 

Including his life. 

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ISBN: 9781516377916

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Have you missed me?

Oh I cannot have that. The Beautiful Boy said to me, "You haven't blogged in a while, darling. Don't you miss it?"


I have. Very much. And I thought, what can I blog about? A new story, perhaps? An excerpt of a new release coming up? Yes, that's it. An excerpt.

Angry Boding was originally released in the anthology, Gods and Goddesses Boxed Set.  Since my rights are returned to me, I can re-release it in it's original form -- the way I wanted it. So, I think an excerpt. And I hope you enjoy it. And look for the release on September 17, 2015.

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Angry Boding -- The Author's Edit
by Siobhan MacKenzie
Release date: September 17, 2015
Suggested Retail: $.99

Through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and others. 



From Chapter One

“Stop there!”

He did as told, standing some ten paces or so from the cottage. How had he not noticed the door stood open? The voice came from beyond the threshold. He would see who this Seeress was now. One black boot emerged first, stepping out and followed by a very shapely leg. Then the rest of her appeared and Loki felt the breath leave his body, his chest aching.

He stared, confused—she was no human. The Frost Giants might be humanoid but they were not human. He knew a Frost Giant when he saw one; they were his people, after all. This woman had the telltale signs of the Jotnar. The blue tinges to her flesh, the markings of her brow. What is a Jotun doing here in the middle of nowhere?

She looked tall, almost as tall as his own form. He stood six-foot-three-inches as the humans reckoned it. The top of her head came to his shoulder, he decided. Her hair looked to be the most delicious shade of red he’d ever seen. It spilled from her scalp like fire, burning down her back and shoulders to frame her face.

Her face was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, with cheekbones, sharp and high, which he longed to kiss. Her eyes were the shade of green that mirrored the moss hanging from the trees. Her lips were full, a shade of coral he’d seen only in Asgard. The tip of her tongue crept into the corner of her mouth and he felt the overpowering desire to take it between his lips and suck on it.

She was voluptuous, clad in a dark leather dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts threatened to spill out over the neck of the bodice, straining against the hide of it. Her hips made the garment bell in an enticing way and her ass looked plump, making his hand itch to stroke it. He wanted nothing more than to bend her forward and plunge into her from behind.

His cock became so hard that the mere thought of bending her to his will made it very difficult not to climax within his leather trousers. He couldn’t move if he’d wanted to, his erection was so dominant. Odin’s breath, to take her. Right here, right now. He could barely breathe with the thought.

“You have no business in the Iron Wood,” she stated. She spoke with such a firm tone, that she made him flush with desire. She took several deliberate steps toward the end of the porch, watching him warily.

Loki swallowed hard, trying to maintain his calm. His chest heaved and his palms were sweaty against his thighs. He opened his mouth once and nothing came forth but a gasp of desire. He swallowed once more and tried again. “I am Lo—”

“I know exactly who you are.” She came down the steps, still walking as if she owned this realm. She wore no expression but her tone was one of scorn. “You are Loki, son of Farbauti. Jotun, by birth. Asgardian, by choice. Odin’s mouthpiece and trained pet.”

He bristled and his erection wilted away. She knew exactly what button to push. “I am no one’s mouthpiece or trained pet.”

The corner of her mouth rose and for the first time, her eyes twinkled. “And I repeat that you have no business here in the Iron Wood. Go back to Asgard, where you belong.”

“I have business,” Loki replied with his own heat now. “Yes, I am here at Odin’s request, not his order. He sent me—”

“To ask me about the prophecy; yes I know.” She continued her slow pace of measured steps until she stood before him, close enough to smell the Jotun marsh blossoms on her skin. “What I don’t know is why I should tell you.”

He glared down into her eyes. “Because the Allfather demands it. Because I demand it!”

Her eyes traveled slowly down the length of his body, taking in every inch of him, before raising to meet his gaze again. “I care nothing about your demands. Now, go. This is my realm and I owe Asgard nothing.” She turned her back to him, walking swiftly back to her porch again.

Loki’s fists were shaking and he clenched his jaw. No one walked away from him, dismissed him this way. “You stop,” he demanded. “You will stop and face me. Now.”

She froze in place, turning her head slightly, so he could see the delicate features of her face in profile. Her turning head brought her body around and she narrowed her eyes at him, her lips pressed firmly together. Her hands laid against her thighs, her fingers flattened against the leather. She stared at him, a hard glare that would have made a lesser man melt at the sight.

The only vision in his head was of her, laying back against the skins of his bed with her hair splayed out in all of its ruddy glory. Naked, her breasts ripe for the taking and his hands exploring all of the luscious curves of her body. His lips kissing between her thighs, his tongue tasting the nectar from her pussy. Damn it, he was getting hard again. He wanted to punish her insolence by ramming her hard.

Loki took a deep breath. “Now, then. I did not come here to pick a fight. I came here to get this prophecy and take it back to the Allfather. Nothing more.”

“And you’ll destroy me if I don’t give it to you, I suppose.”

He shook his head. “No. I am not a destroyer.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m known to create a little mischief and chaos when the mood strikes. Which is quite a bit.” He met her gaze again. “I am sorry. I started this on a wrong note. I make no demands for the prophecy. But I do ask it. Please?”

Her eyes fluttered up and down his body again. For a moment, he flattered himself to think she might be just the least bit attracted to him as well. Why not? He knew he remained attractive to others; he knew his face was considered handsome, almost beautiful. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Loki smiled brightly, turning on his charismatic charms. “Please?”

She relaxed her hands, her posture becoming less stiff. Her lips eased their tension as well and her eyes cleared, the narrowing gone. She huffed, a snort from her nose and one corner of her beautiful mouth rose. She nodded and gestured towards the cottage.

He gestured in return and moved in step to follow behind her, into her home.

~*~

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