We’re giving a big shout out and congratulations to fellow Naughty and Spice member Lillian Feisty!

Yesterday, Ms. Feisty accepted representation from Roberta Brown of the Brown Literary Agency.

Yay, Feisty! We’re so proud of you! Keep celebrating!

Literally, I’m sick with a horrible cold. To make matters worse, my kid has been waking up during the middle of the night wanting me to play with him. Giving a toddler a time-out at 2AM is such a joy. Anyway, I’m sorry to say my blog for today will be less than fascinating.

But since I am a Naughty Girl, I won’t shy away from the naughty topics on account of a little cold. As I was cuddled up on the sofa last night, wrapped up in a fleece blanket and blowing my nose into an aloe Kleenex, I was thinking about that Friends episode where Monica still wanted to have sex with Chandler, even though she was sick as a dog. Do you remember that one? Her nose was all red and she was like, “Don’t you wanna get with this?” I think there was more to that episode than her feeling frisky, but I can’t remember what. Maybe one of you dear readers will tell me.

Anyway, I just thought you’d like to know that when I’m sick the thought of sex makes me, well, sicker. Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me. And writing it? Hell no!

What about you? Have you had sick sex?

So much to my excitement and nervousness, my first novella with Ellora’s Cave is coming out in January. I’ve been blessed with a wonderful editor (yes, really she is! I’m not just sucking up! Love you KK!) and her posse of authors call themselves Kelli’s Kittens.

Who came up with that? I dunno but it’s cute. I like being a kitten. There are a lot of great authors who are kittens. Like Marianne Lacroix, Sierra Dafoe, Ann Bruce (recent Brava contest finalist!) — the list goes on. And I’m not trying to exclude anyone, just thinking off the top of my head. A dangerous thing, I might add.

So anywho, I’ve been chatting up Red Garnier just cos it’s so easy to talk to her. She’s so friendly, so funny! Me likey her.

And me likey her writing even more.

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First off….the winner of last week’s contest for the signed copy of SEXY DEVIL is Christy H.

Christy please email sasha at sasahwhite.net with your address so she can get your book out to you.

OMG I’ve spent the last two days working out my kids semi-legible Christmas lists!  GAAAAA I think I finally got it all sorted out though.  I still need to find a refurbed X-box–lest you think I’m cheap, Gamestop has a really nice exchange warranty and on used games you can bring them back in like a week no questions asked if you dont like the game.  Yeah you can see where my retail dollars are going.

Anwayyyyyyy besides the obvious (agent/ny deal etc) what do you want for Christmas? Do you buy for yourselves?  Does the spouse?

I want GAMES (thanks Deanna!) and a new spiffy iron I found and some perfume… all of which I’ll buy myself because I damned well deserve it  :badgirl:

I discovered romance novels young. Early teens and such. And I devoured just about every Harlequin out there like they were Oreos. One down, give me five more. It took me awhile before I discovered the bigger books. The ‘thicker’ ones, which I soon realized were called single titles.

My favorite authors were Sandra Brown and Nora Roberts. And then I discovered this different genre. This genre I couldn’t get enough of. Historical romances. Oh. My. God. Rip my bodice and call me a hooker. Or hooked I mean. I loved this stuff. LOVED it. I couldn’t get enough. I would go to used book stores, check out the cover for a historical looking scene, and buy it. I’m totally guilty of not remembering any of the authors, just reading and moving to the next. My favorite historical books were the Anglo Saxon conflict books. Or anything in the renaissance. Or viking. Or 1800’s western stuff. Or cavemen. Okay, basically anything historical. Well, I lied. Cannot stand, oddly enough, regency.

You know what else was fun? Those time travel books. I loved those. Except the ones where the heroine falls in love with some guy in the past, and the reader gets all attached to him, and then the author tosses the heroine’s ass back to the present where we’re supposed to be satisfied that she meets his descendant. Umm what?

So onto the point of my post, which really ends up miles from where I started, time travel. If you could go back in time and live in another era, where would it be? Or do you feel like you’ve already lived another life? Me, sometimes I wonder on the second question. Things seem familiar. Or maybe I’ve just read too many books. If I could go back, I think I’d love to be in the renaissance period. No matter how disgusting the living conditions. If things got too bad I’d just call up Doc Brown (Back To The Future for those of you who don’t know your 80’s flicks!) and he’d whisk my butt back home.

So how about you? Been there done that? Wanna do it?

A quick, fun, scene from Shelli’s favorite movie Love Actually.

Thanks to the Naughty & Spice ladies (I use that term loosely!) for inviting me to visit.

I hope all you Americans had a fantastic Thanksgiving and you’re now replete with yummy food and warm memories of a great time with your loved ones. Me, I’m Canadian – we had Thanksgiving a long time ago. So I don’t get a long weekend. Not that writers get holidays anyhow.

I write erotic romance for Kensington Aphrodisia and my current release is Touch Me, the 3rd book in my 4-book Awesome Foursome series. Think Sex and the City, set in Vancouver, BC. Sex and romance, issues and personal growth, food and booze, and lots of girlfriend banter and bonding.

Have you noticed how much range there is within erotic romance and erotica? Shapeshifters and vampires, historical and contemporary, futuristic, Goth, BDSM, ménage – pretty much anything you could imagine. Definitely something for everyone.

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