What I've Been Up To This Year

Those of you who've been following my Twitter and/or Facebook know Morgan James and I have been writing a romance about hockey players. Apparently I care about hockey now. It's a whole thing.

Anyway, the book's done, and sadly so is the season, and now there's just the NHL awards (I'm absolutely pulling for the hat trick) and the draft and then nothing until October. Unless you're a Blackhawks fan, I guess; you guys get the convention. Lucky.

Long story short, I said something silly to Morgan and Trish about how we could title the story Lord Stanley's Lovers and everyone would be really confused when it wasn't a regency menage, and somehow that led to Shakespeare (I know, wrong era).

Uhm, so here is what happened after that.

SKATER BOY
Goalie-o, Goalie-o, wherefore art thou Goalie-o?
Deny thy blocker and refuse thy cage.
'Tis but thy cage that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a goaltender.

GOALIE-O
[Aside] Shall I read more, or shall I tweet at this?

SKATER BOY
What's a goaltender? It is nor puck nor stick,
Nor glove nor skate, nor any other part
belonging to a player. Play some other role.
What's in a position? A right winger
In any other slot could score as much
(Unless his name is Patrick Kane, I guess).
So Goalie-o would, were he not Goalie-o called,
Admit that heavy puck which I one-time
Into the net. Goalie-o, doff thy cage
And for thy cage, which is no part of thee,
Let me score!

I don't know, guys, it's late and I miss hockey. For those of you not in the know, Goalie-o tweets because all the best goalies have Twitter.

New cover, new project, new mindset!

I'm just going to come out and say it: social media is hard. I look at people who manage to blog every day and or even twice a week and I'm amazed. Where are they getting this energy and creativity? I'm jealous. And lazy.

Anyway, I'm going to try to do better. We'll see what works for me: Twitter, Tumblr, LiveJournal, Facebook....

I'm crying a little inside right now.

But as a reward for staying with me, here's a peek at the cover to my latest, A Good Vintage, coming this December from Dreamspinner Press.



In other news, Morgan James and I have been hard at play on a new project. This is really breaking new ground for me, because for the first time in, oh, a very long time (maybe ever?), my characters are getting it on before page seventy. I blame Smith. He's a horny little bastard.

Anyway, here's a blurb about that.

Hard Feelings (working title)
by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James

Rylan Blake hates conferences: too many people, not enough routine, and way too much interaction with strangers. When he gets stuck in an elevator with Miller Jones, the kid who fell asleep in his lecture, he figures things can’t get worse. Then Rylan realizes he’s the same guy he just spent an hour perving over from afar.

Rylan wants to await rescue in silence, but Miller insists on conversation, or at least banter. But just because they don’t get along doesn’t mean they don’t have chemistry, and Rylan breaks all his rules about intimacy for a one-time-only conference hookup. He’ll probably never see Miller again anyway.

So of course two months later Miller shows up at Rylan’s office, having just been hired to work on a new computer program—with Rylan.

And Rylan thought being stuck in an elevator with him was bad.

Soon Rylan and Miller learn that they get along best when they take out their frustrations in the bedroom. Their arrangement goes against everything Rylan believes in, but the rules are simple: Don’t stay overnight. Don’t tell anyone. And don’t fall in love.

This is probably a bad idea.