OR: Oh my God, give my husband a xanax.  Seriously.

Okay, we have another sick kitty.  This one has been with hubby dear for 15 years.  He’s a very sweet old man with one gray whisker which has earned him the moniker, Grey Whisker Man.  I’m original, I know.

Anyway, the sweetie started drooling a lot and hiding, so off to the vet we went.  Vets have a knack for giving you the shit before it hits the fan and I always seem to notice that it’s never sugar coated.  Sweet Toby had six oral ulcers which could have been caused by:

a) Kidney failure - Yikes!

b) Oral Viral Infection - I could deal with that.

c) Bad oral hygeine - What YOU brush your cat’s teeth?

They took blood, handed us a tube of oral gel and sent us on our way.  Of course, hubby is freaking out because Toby isn’t eating and every time I turn around I hear, "But he’s gonna die!"

My response:  He’s not gonna die, he just needs to feel a little better before he eats something.

Mr Kyle:  He’s not eating like Cali did and Cali died and now Toby’s going to DIE!

*sigh*  How do you compete with a nearly forty year old man who’s using a kindergartener’s logic?  Please, tell me.

Today was a follow-up visit.  Toby’s kidneys are NOT failing and the little guy got a shot of steroids and two cans of super soft food.  Once home, the guy managed to lap at some water and lick the food a bit.

Hubby still thinks he’s going to die.  I know he won’t.

Why?

Because I suffer from canker sores in my mouth occasionally and while it may discourage me from eating, eventually I get over the pain and scarf me some food.  Toby just has a lot of sores in his mouth is all.  And for the love of god, he’s not going to DIE! 

I wrote 4k last night.  Two chapters on Toys for Trish (only two more to go!).  I wrote it all with a cat on my shoulder.  Jazzy has settled into our little home verra nicely and finds that Momz on the computer time is also Jazzy time.  She crawls all over me until she settles on some random place, and promptly falls asleep.  What staggers me is the trust this little ball of fur has handed me.  She falls asleep, head on my shoulder, ass on my arm, and expects me to keep her stupid butt from falling to the groud as she goes boneless.  Of course, I do.

And….

A new me!  Okay, not really new, but a healthier me. 

A recent turn of events with my mother’s health has forced me to take a good long look at myself and I’ve realized that while I’m happy with the way I look, I’m not at all healthy. With Hypoglycemia, Borderline high blood pressure and borderline high cholesterol, I seriously need to make some changes. To keep me on track and accountable I’ve started a blog for myself that I’ve also opened up to other authors and industry professionals who want to get healthy.  This isn’t about getting model thin, but being the healthiest curvy chick I can be.  I admit, I’m going to miss my bodacious tatas (as will Mr. Kyle), but he’s happy to have me around a little longer and being healthier.  Besides….  The boobs will still be there, just maybe a cup size smaller.

You can follow me getting healthly over at www.incredibleshrinkingauthors.com.

Celia

Nothing but a hottie for ya’ll today.  I’m working on getting Toys for Trish wrapped up as well as starting a new website…. possibly.  Still figuring out if I want to incorporate that info with this site or start a new, separate one.  Decisions, decisions….

Celia

Bad Fur Day by Lena Austin & Tuesday Richards

Never Annoy a Luck God.

Staci Thornburn is determined to get the interview with the new Chinese UNESCO Ambaassador, but ends up insulting him instead. Ambassador Jiao Long is a Foo Dog- Dragon cross, and a little irritable, but the American female just got under his scales in more ways than one. He curses her with twenty-four hours of bad luck, but ends up causing more havoc than he ever imagined, and soon Staci’s rescuing him. It’s a good thing dragons are fireproof, because things are about to get hot in more ways than one.

Buy it now from Changeling Press!

This is the third installment in the Night Critters series by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards.  The other books can be found HERE and let me tell ya, you don’t want to miss them.

Celia

Against The Mom’s better judgement… I gots me a new kitty.  Her name is Jasmine, Jazzy-cat or Jazzy McJazz Hands.  She’s a tiny, sleek furball with the softest fur and the sweetest kisses you ever did receive.  She loves cuddling on my shoulder as I write at night and curls up on the bed between my and Mr. Kyle’s pillows each night.  I lurv her.  My other fem kitty, Katie O’Meghan, does not.  At. All.  But the vet assures us she’ll get over it soon enough.

Here’s the newest addition to the Kyle household….

She’s a little cranky after she arrived at her new home.

Now she’s a happy kitty!

Life in the Kyle household has come to a screeching, crying, sobbing stop.  My Cali, my companion from kittendom until the moment we took him to the vet, was put down on Wednesday.  Months after meeting, becoming engaged to and moving in with my now hubby, I adopted Cali and he immediately became by best friend.  At the time, hubby was working 70 hours a week (at minimum) which left me home with his cat that hated me and peed on my clothes.  So, I adopted Cali from Petsmart, went through a comedy of errors upon finding out that Cali was actually a boy, not a girl and fell in love with the, eventually, fat ball of fur.  He loved unconditionally, was always happy to see me and slept with me each and every night. 

Now, my days are empty without his presence and my nights are difficult without his weight nestled between my knees.

To my Cali, my Cali-cat, my Fat Man….  Momma loves you and is devastated by your absence.  May you be free of pain and sickness in kitty heaven and have all the ham and turkey you can eat.

Less than 24 hours now until the release of Going Up, Going Down from Loose Id.  Renae Johnson and I have been toiling away, shining our BBW stories to a high polish and soon… you’ll get to read them.  Check out the snazzalicious cover art from Miss April Martinez and count down the hours with me.

Celia

Liquid Story Binder is free through Giveaway of the Day!  As of this post, there are 19 hours left to download and register the program for free.  It’s a high powered plotting software that’s sure to help out the plotters of the world.

http://www.giveawayoftheday.com/liquid-story-binder-xe-291/

Celia

OMG.  It’s here!  My series, Office of Kink and Karma, is now in print and available on Amazon.com or Createspace.com.  You may have seen the update in the sidebar, but I’ve got linkage for you now.

Office of Kink and Karma

In a world where Normals and Extraordinaries are constantly at odds, Eric D’Amore is plagued with the ability to sense soul mates and aches when the two involved can’t see past prejudice to find love. A bit of subterfuge is in order: The Office of Kink and Karma…

Touch Me - Josh Martin doesn’t care what the Council wants, he’s not about to let them turn him into some boy toy. Until he sees Emily’s picture.

Tri Me - Two men, one woman and some yummy man loving… What more could a woman ask for? Lara Kinley’s asking for all of that… and more.

Serve Me - Margaret Thompson is a prim and proper librarian by day and Dominatrix by night.

Love Me - The Office of Kink and Karma is closed. After playing matchmaker and setting up three couples, Eric D’Amore can’t handle the stress anymore. Can it get any worse? Of course.

Note: This title contains BDSM and m/m sex practices.

Purchase it from amazon.com here:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1438249462

Purchase it directly from the printer and save 10% by using the code 3AA2WZD3 when checking out here: http://www.createspace.com/3346264

Happy reading!  And soon, you’ll be able to snag my yeti series as well.  woot!

Celia

I have, through my searches, discovered a wordpress plugin that will allow me to post each new blog post on my website to both blogger and myspace automagically.  OMG!  What a timesaver!  Plus, I’m a total wordpress geek and can we say geekgasm?  Cha-yeah!

For those that geek out like I do:  http://wordpress.org/extend/plugins/pingpressfm/

You do need a ping.fm account, which is currently in beta, so if you need the newest beta code it is….  thispingsforyou

So, go forth… and ping!  Yeah!

Celia

I’m sure I mentioned this… somewhere.  Okay, I know I posted this info to my newsletter group and quite a few yahoo loops.  But I’m not sure if I posted it here.  So, here it goes!

Fiery Ember is available now!!!!  Woot!!!!  Here’s the 411 on story that may remind you of Cinderella.  If Cinderella had been written about losing a thong instead of a shoe.

Ember Ellason is a darned good secretary. True, she’d like to be more, but since her father’s passing, her step-mother has taken over as CEO of Ellason Advertising, and Clementine Ellason feels Ember is only good enough to fetch coffee… barely. But when Clementine and her horrid daughters fail to show up for the meeting with the biggest client they could ever land, Ember saves the day by impersonating her step-mother.

Paul Ashe needs a new ad campaign and he’s found the perfect company with the perfect proposal in Ellason Advertising. Too bad his body is a little too interested in the voluptuous CEO with her fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. Then he can’t seem to find with the elusive woman after their first intimate tryst, and is left with only a pair of panties to remember her by.

Will this Cinderella tale end in happily ever after? Or will Ember be separated from her panties—and her prince—for ever more?

Buy Fiery Ember by Celia Kyle NOW!

"As you can see Mr. Ashe, the proposal we’ve outlined introduces your company to the buyers of today. We’ve included print, radio, and television venues in our plan. It is sure to bring your company to the forefront of every 18 to 25-year-old’s mind. Feel free to take the presentation materials home to review and we can schedule—"

"Not needed." He didn’t even give her a chance to finish.

Ember turned her attention to Mr. Ashe and focused on his chin. She’d blundered and made eye contact when he’d introduced himself. She would not make that mistake again. Jacob had to intervene on her behalf and showed Mr. Ashe to his seat while she stared at him, mouth gaping wide. Blue. His eyes were blue like an early morning sky as the sun begins to rise. She was mesmerized. She didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle. All she could do was stare at the darned man with her mouth hanging open.

Of course, it wasn’t just his eyes that attracted her. Oh no. Paul Ashe’s face appeared to have been chiseled from granite by Michelangelo himself. His patrician features with the hard angles of his cheeks and how they connected with the firm lines of his jaw, all flowing to his strong chin, reminded her of an ancient Roman warrior.

Then, he smiled. Geez-o-pete, she’d never seen a smile light up a room. Sure, she’d read about plenty of fantasy men. Their glaring white teeth, perfect bodies and model-like ability to always look handsome, even after riding through a downpour in the middle of Scotland’s highlands, but she’d never witnessed anything like that before. Now she had. Mr. Ashe had shook her hand. She remembered that now as she stared at the tiny scar on his chin and wondered where he’d gotten it.

Of course, her thoughts didn’t stay on his chin for long, not when she had his broad shoulders and sculpted chest to think about. Not long after he’d taken his seat, he removed his jacket and leaned back in the executive chair while she began her spiel. His shirt was far too tight for her comfort and showed off every muscle on his chest and abdomen. Every, single, one. Lately, she hadn’t spared a thought for men, any man, but now her neglected libido was rearing its ugly, horny, come-fuck-me head.

Thoughts of rolling around in a sweaty tangle of limbs with Paul Ashe occupied her mind while she tried to focus on convincing him to take the materials home, to give Ellason Advertising a chance.

Buy Fiery Ember by Celia Kyle NOW!

Woot!  What are you waiting for?  Git.  Go buy it already.  Go!  Shoo!

Celia

Please?  LMAO.

My story, Del Fantasma: Tie Me to the Bedpost has been accepted by Aspen Mountain Press!  Wheee!!!!!

Want a little taste?  A tiny little tease?

Unedited Excerpt, (c) Celia Kyle, 2008.

Tie Me to the Bedpost

1/2 oz Malibu® coconut rum
1/2 oz Midori® melon liqueur
1/2 oz sweet and sour mix
1/2 oz lemon vodka
ice cubes
2 men who love women… and each other
1 woman who loves it all

Shake with ice, strain into a whiskey sour glass, and serve.

Ian fell into bed the moment he emerged from the bathroom.  Water still clung to his skin, but he didn’t care.  Damn, the night seemed to have gone on forever. 

Woman after woman flashed him their cleavage while more than one man eyed him below the waist.  Damn it all.  Didn’t they know he was as good as mated to Chris?

Fuck no, they didn’t.  Because he and Chris hadn’t actually mated.  Sure they’d sucked and humped, but no fucking had occurred.  Regardless of the frequent orgasms Chris gave him, Ian still seemed to have blue balls.  He needed to sink his cock, and incisors, into his mate.  Soon.

It had sounded good in the beginning.  Ian’s homo-phobic mate had been freaked to find himself attracted to guys.  They took it slow, spending time together.  He let Chris get used to having him around.  Soon, their casual brushes of skin against skin turned into hand-holding.  It wasn’t long before Ian finally stole a kiss from his mate.  And then, he’d had him.  Or so he thought.  Six months and Ian still hadn’t convinced Chris to let him love him like a mate should.  Six.  Months. 

Soon, even a woman would look good.  Hell, a woman had looked good tonight.  With her tight, dark brown curls and smooth chocolate skin.  Before Chris, Ian had always had a taste for chocolate.  Even before he figured out that men did a bit more for him than women, he’d enjoyed reveling in the differences of his pale skin against a darker woman’s. 

And the curves the woman had!  Everywhere.  Not just big breasts or a rounded ass, either.  She had luscious lips, a round face, breasts that looked to be more than a handful and a tiny waist that flared to a wide set of hips.  What made her perfect was her rounded ass.  Too bad he hadn’t had a quarter.

Just the mere thought of her as he visualized her nude body in his mind had his cock growing stiff.  Still nude, he didn’t hesitate to palm the hardening flesh between his legs.  He stroked his dick from base to tip and back again.  Closing his eyes, he imagined her delicate hand encircling his erection.  Regardless of her abundant curves, she’d been short, almost petite.  He didn’t think her hands could span his cock, but she’d try.  Yeah, she’d try. 

Ian widened his legs on the bed, letting his balls rest against his ass while he stroked his cock.  Fully erect now, droplets of pre-come seeped from the tip as he imagined the stranger between his thighs.

"Starting without me?" 

Ian smiled.  Eyes closed, he nodded to Chris, sensing that his mate stood only a few feet away.  He could hear the hitch in Chris’s breath when Ian tugged his own cock and he loved being able to cause such a reaction.

"Yeah, but you can finish with me."  Ian opened his eyes and found Chris’s cock at eye level as his lover stroked himself.

"Don’t mind if I do."  Chris stepped forward and slid the tip of his cock across Ian’s lips. 

Normally, he’d open his mouth and gladly welcome Chris into him, but tonight was different.  Thoughts of the mystery woman had him thinking of lover’s past and Ian realized that while he and Chris may have deep feelings for one another, they weren’t truly lovers.  That was going to change.  Now. 

Ian pulled back, putting space between his mouth and Chris’s cock while shaking his head.  "Not tonight."

"What?  You want me to suck you first?"  Chris smiled and seemed amenable as he moved to sit between Ian’s thighs.  Ian wouldn’t let him. 

"No.  Nothing’s happening tonight unless it’s actual sex.  Not oral sex, but sex sex."  Ian’s cock was rapidly deflating over the mounting tension, but he didn’t care.  They’d avoided this last step in sharing themselves for long enough.  They were mates, damnit.  It was time they started acting like it.

Chris’s face grew red.  Yeah, his mate was pissed all right.  "What?  Now you’re forcing the issue.  When we got together I told you I wasn’t gay, Ian.  I told you this was all new to me and you said we’d work through it together.  Now you’re giving me an ultimatum.  What gives?"

Ian sprung from the bed, anger coursing through his veins.  "What gives?"  He snorted.  "What gives is that I’m tired of having half of a mating with the fucking man I love.  That’s what gives.  Asshole."  He shoved Chris, angry that the man couldn’t see how much he cared for him. True, they’d never said the words, but surely Chris saw the feelings they shared.  Right?

"Asshole?"  Chris shoved him and Ian took a step back.  "Fuck you asshole!  You never said you fucking loved me, dick.  Think I’m gonna give my ass to whoever the fuck comes by?  Fuck no, I’m not."

"Well I do.  So walk the fuck out or bend the fuck over."  Ian growled.  The anger in his veins was quickly turning to arousal now that he knew what had been holding them apart.  Three little words had kept them from enjoying each other fully. 

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.  Chris didn’t back up, but he remained tense, fists clenched at his sides.  Ian reached for him and Chris didn’t move a muscle.  "What’ll it be, baby.  Gonna bend over or should we stop fucking around?"

Chris growled in response, causing Ian to chuckle.  Stubborn bastard.  "What?  Wanna hear the words?"  At Chris’s nod, Ian continued.  "Love you, Chris.  From the moment you promised you weren’t gay while I swallowed your cock and you shot your load in my mouth.  Loved you ever since."

"Now that’s just romantic as hell, fucker."

Here’s my first design as Art Director at AMP!  A bookmark that I can customize to each author as they request it.  Tres cool, yes?

I cannot high five.  *sigh*  It’s true.  I’ve tried.  Hubby’s tried.  Everyone has tried to teach me, but you can’t teach a person coordination.  So now, I stand still, hold my hand in the air, and wait for hubby to do the rest.  Cause god knows I can’t hit the man with any sort of force without missing his hand entirely. 

Heck, I can’t even do a fist bump. 

Maybe that’s why I’m so big on hugs.  You can’t really miss when both arms are involved, right?

Celia

Yup!  That’s me!  I’m now the Art Director with Aspen Mountain Press. 

I think it was these covers that won the publisher over.

Gawgeous?  Are they not? 

Celia