Guest Post: Sheri Velarde – The Lust, Sex and Tattoos Blog Hop

Hi Everyone,

Please welcome the super awesome, fabulous author of Lust, Sex and Tattoos on my blog. First let’s take a look at the sexy cover.

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Now let’s pick this lovely author’s brains a bit.

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I started writing stories when I was a kid in grade school. I always wrote in some shape or form since then. It wasn’t until I was in my early 30s that I even thought of becoming published. It was a gentle nudge from a friend who gave me the courage to submit those first stories.
How long does it take you to write a book?
Well that depends on the books. Shorts and novellas only take a month, then some time for editing. Novels take me at least three months, sometimes more. Depends on the story and on the muse at the time. That’s why I always have more than on story going at once. If one is being stubborn I can work on another.
What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
Now that I work at home I try to make my writing schedule fit my husband’s work schedule. That means I don’t start my work day until about 11:15 when he leaves for work. I start off by doing some art or jewelry (my side business) and then tackle emails, marketing, and the like until a late lunch. After lunch is when I truly begin writing. I would say I try to write from 2:30 in the afternoon until about 7:00 when I break to make some dinner. Then I get another hour and a half in before the husband gets home. Then it all starts again the next day. I rarely take a day off.
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I can’t seem to write at a desk! I write in bed. I write at the kitchen table. I write on the couch. Never at a desk though. No idea why.
Where do you get your inspiration or ideas for your books?
Inspiration can come from anywhere. Take Lust, Sex and Tattoos for instance. It is patricianly based off my own experiences in tattoo shops (I have 16 and counting tattoos) and Karen was a mixture of friends. One whom I did go with to get her first tattoo and another who left and abusive relationship and found herself and her courage after that, though she did not get tattooed in the process or have a wild night with a tattoo artist… to my knowledge! lol

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I like to paint and make jewelry. I am in the process of learning to make hats and fascinators. I love to read and listen to music. My husband and I are avid players of board games. I love comics and all things nerdy.
What does your family think of your writing?
My husband is completely supportive. He is the one who convinced me to give writing a go full time. He is the best fan/reader/husband ever!
As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
When I was young I really wanted to be an archeologist. Then I found out I have an issue with the sun (I get sick and overheated easily) and that they did not all carry whips like Indiana Jones. A part of me is still disappointed.

Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B019PONFHQ
Short Blurb:
Karen is a woman looking to make a new beginning after breaking away from an abusive past. Her first stop is a tattoo shop, to show herself that she is no longer afraid to live her life the way she sees fit and to mark her freedom with a permanent reminder to never go back. When she catches sight of her tattoo artist, Ben, well she suddenly has things other than ink on her mind. Ben is wild, free and uninhibited, everything that she wants to be and more. Soon she is left alone with the man that embodies her dreams and sparks begin to fly. It’s safe to say that she gets way more than she bargained for when she originally stepped into his shop, as Ben helps her unleash her wild child and truly begin her life again. One wild night can truly change a woman forever.
Short Excerpt:
With measured steps to try to hide her nerves, Karen followed him through the curtains and down a hall lined with tattooing rooms. She could hear the needles more clearly now and for a moment she thought of running from the shop just to escape that unnerving sound. Taking a deep breath, she continued on, knowing she could, and would do this, to prove something to herself if nothing else. Ben’s tattoo room was in the very back and away from the others who were working. She stepped in and he closed the door behind them. She was completely alone with the most alluring man she had ever met. She gulped. This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
Ben motioned for her to take a seat on the tattoo chair as he sat down on a rolling stool. “Hop on up and take your shirt off for me and lay on your side, facing me.”

Author Bio:

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Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

Links:
Website/Blog: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sheri-VelardeKelly-Ryan/632892500084202

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V

When the roti’s are not round . . .

Hey Everyone,

The pressure on Hindu girls / females / women to roll out round roti’s is a dilemma that not even gender equality can solve. Amazingly I can roll out square roti’s with accurate measurements – right down to the diameter. I’ve rolled out Africa, heart shapes, apples and the odd isosceles triangle. Except a rare circle.

Indian moms place a lot of emphasis on rolling out round roti’s. Roll out a square in Mom in laws presence and the blame automatically falls on the girl’s Mom. Surely everyone rolled out square roti’s at some point?

I will post pics soon – probably next Tuesday when we make roti again.

Guest Post: Sheri Velarde

Hi Everyone,

It’s been a while. Please welcome Sheri Velarde to my blog. She’s here to promote her brand new book…

Book released November 25th

The world of publishing is forever changing and it up to authors to try to keep up. This year has been a great year and a difficult one for me on the publishing front. On the bright side I had my first fantasy novel come out, had a book signing for it, entered new some genres and published several shorts with various publishers. On the downside I saw two of my smaller publishing houses close their doors for good. That saddened me more than I can tell you. That is also what led me to the decision to start self-publishing some of my work. I am still with some small presses and may have something with a large house next year (fingers crossed), but I also want to have some control over my publishing as well. My fiancé and I are forming our own publishing house called Stoker Publishing and Not So Silent Night is our first step towards that dream.
Not So Silent Night is a re-release with expanded scenes and has been completely re-edited. I am pretty proud of this story and think it is the perfect book to launch my self-publishing career on. It’s steamy, sweet and hopeful all at the same time. I am hoping that it is the first of many of my stories that I will be putting out there myself as I move into the new age of publishing, well at least new for me. Scared and excited at the same time. I hope you enjoy a taste of Not So Silent Night.

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0187T305M
Author Links:
Website/Blog: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sheri-VelardeKelly-Ryan/632892500084202
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V

Here’s what the books about…

Another lonely Christmas approaches for Anna and her life of penance—until an otherworldly distraction appears and changes her life.

Anna is a lonely woman, running her dead grandmother’s flower shop. She hates Christmas and could not feel more lost when a handsome and mysterious Russian, Alexander, walks into her shop and her life. Each has secrets that they are harboring. Just as their passion erupts, the good old boys in town threaten to ruin everything. Getting to know each other is tough for most couples, adding in magic does not make it any easier. Now with a pack of werewolves out to destroy them, things become intense. They find themselves in a fight for their lives. Can their newfound love give them the strength to win against this threat and trust in the future?

Excerpt:
She had almost finished cleaning up in back when she heard the bell on the door ring less than five minutes before closing. “Seriously? Can’t people let me get out of here on time just one damn night?” she muttered to herself as she stormed toward the front so she could wait on her customer and then get the hell out of the store.

Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer away. She stopped in her tracks and almost forgot what had pissed her off when she saw the customer in question. The most breathtaking back view of a man she had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, and her brain stopped working for the moment. Wow, who knew broad shoulders and a great rear could stop a woman in her tracks? While she gawked like an idiot, the man turned around and proved to be even more distracting from the front. This guy was like a wall of muscle, perfect body attached to a very masculine and handsome face with the deepest blue eyes Anna had ever seen.

“Sorry, I know you are about to close, but I need a gift of flowers,” he said when he saw Anna. He had a very thick eastern European accent that she thought might be Russian, which of course only made him hotter. She noticed his eyes taking her in, and she couldn’t help but stand a little straighter, showing her curves off to her advantage while she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her long, wavy, raven hair, which most men seemed to love.

It took Anna’s brain a few moments to catch up before she could speak. Her previous anger and frustration vanished, replaced by eagerness to help this particular customer. “No problem at all. Do you have an idea of what kind of gift you are looking for? Is this for your girlfriend or wife?” Anna held her breath as she waited for this mystery man to answer, a bit annoyed with herself that she cared so much about what he might say.

Bio:
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

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Random Poem – Storm #BikerBoys

Lana could have written this when Ty broke up with her.

Storm

Think of me when thunder bursts through dark skies.
Only then will you know the tears I’ve cried.
Remember me when lightning brightens your path,
It’s a gift both precious and stark.

You didn’t understand my pain
And took my feelings in vain.
You held my heart in your hands
And crushed it so hard it bears your brand.

I seek my solace in the storm.
Not many think it’s the norm
But who can tell my tears from the rain?
Who can tell if it’s the cold or pain?

Maybe one day we’ll meet.
You may not see me,
I may not recognise you.
I hope by then the storm ceases to rage
And understanding dawns with age.

Maybe then I’ll understand if this was my protection,
Or perhaps your ultimate redemption.
Whatever the reason, I pray for peace,
And blessings so deep, they’re a permanent lease.

Saturday Excerpt

Fine, I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? Why don’t you call her up and ask her how she is?” Crew says.
“Maybe I will.” I glance at Connor. The conversation between him and the red head’s getting hectic. She’s laughing at something he said. I get up suddenly struck by a sudden need to embarrass Connor.
“Where are you going?” Hayden asks.
“Watch me.” I head over to the girl who managed to captivate Connor after his self-imposed thirteen months of celibacy.
“Hi,” I greet when the girl notices I’m standing behind Connor.
“Hi.” She smiles.
“I was wondering if I could move our tables together.”
Connor realizes it’s me when he hears my voice. He glances at me, mortified at my suggestion.
“Ty?” he says surprised before swearing me under his breath.
“Ty?” a second, softer voice repeats.
I turn towards Bree’s friend for the first time. “Lana?”
My world pauses when she smiles at me. I forget about embarrassing Connor.
“Hi.” She waves slightly. Her cheeks redden.
“Hi.” Why can’t I come up with anything to say whenever I’m around Lana?
Confusion clouds the redhead’s face. “You two know each other?”
Lana smiles shyly. “Yeah. Ty, meet my best friend, Bree. Bree, Ty.”
“Would you mind if I pulled our tables together?” I ask Lana since Connor still hasn’t replied to me.
“Not at all,” she replies. Her eyes sparkle.
Holy dessert on crap sticks. I barely know her but I’ve missed her. The guys help me pull the tables together without breaking or spilling anything. I pull my chair closer to Lana’s. Our hands touch briefly and once again shadowy images of Lana being pulled against her will from me flashes in my head. I can’t tell who’s pulling her away neither do I know the reason she’s being taken away. The only thing I’m sure off is that I’m the one she’s being yanked away from.
Connor and Bree carry on talking and don’t pay much attention to what’s going on around them. Hayden and Crew resume eating. Lana glances at me. My chest does a series of crazy flip flops. I’ve never been so badly affected by a girl before. I’m still speechless.
Her mouth is bow shaped. She isn’t wearing any lip color. My hormones shoot to my brain when she licks a tiny seed off her lips. I imagine crushing her lips against mine — and wonder how soft her lips are and how warm the inside of her mouth is. She glances at me in that instant. A warm heat creeps up my cheeks.
Thank God, Lana can’t read minds.
So what if she could? A tiny voice in my head questions, I know you want her to see what you’ve been doing to her in your dreams.
Dream, I correct myself, I only dreamt of her once.

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Snippet from my Sexy Super Hero Biker Series

She shakes her head without making eye contact. “No.”
Something’s wrong. The girl sitting next to me has turned into the exact opposite of the chick I nearly made love to.
“Then?”
She shakes her head. “It’s been a long day. I really should get some rest.”
“Okay.” I adjust my seat and turn the key in the ignition.
“Do you regret it?” Her gentle voice catches me off guard.
I leave the gear in neutral and turn to face her. “Not one bit,” I tell her hoarsely.
She smiles. “I’m a little scared,” she admits eventually.
“Of me?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Then?” I prompt.
She looks away. “Sex,” she whispers.
“Which part?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Maybe all of it.”
I place my hand over hers. “It isn’t scary if it’s with someone you love.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Why?”
“Ruining our moment.”
Her soft voice tugs at my heart. “You haven’t ruined anything at all.”
I caress her lips and wish I could kiss her again. My hand brushes hers when I shift the truck into gear and I’m haunted by another image of Lana being forcefully taken away from me. I move my hand away quickly. I need to get some sleep. I’m probably exhausted and hallucinating as a result. That must be it.
“I’d love to do this every night,” I tell her.
“Get drenched on the promenade?” she asks
“If it means snuggling up next to you afterwards — then hell yeah.”
She laughs. “You make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.”
I’m glad she’s forgotten about her earlier apprehension. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s because you bring out the best in me.”
Slowly the part of me that Cora destroyed after betraying my family is sprouting back to life.
“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Random Poem

This could be about one of my characters…

Do you see that girl with the big brown eyes,
The one with the radiant smile?
Do you notice her walk
Or would you rather hear her talk?
What is it about her that makes you stare?
What is it about her that makes you care?

Do you see that girl with the big brown eyes?
The one who’s tired of listening to lies?
Don’t you wonder why she no longer smiles?
Have you ever wondered who she really is?
And what it would be like to see her laugh?
Did you notice her tears
When she turned your way?
Maybe not, ‘cos she blinked them away.

Do you see the girl with the big, brown eyes?
The one you promised you’d never hurt?
Do you remember her voice?
Do you recall her hope?
You ended it all with one quick choice
And didn’t once think how she’d feel?
Do you see the girl with the big, brown eyes,
The one who forces a smile
While deep down she wonders why.

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