Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Happy Birthday Giveaway by Paty Jager

And we have a winner!!  

Comment # 21, Renee!  Congrats, love, you are the winner.  

Please email Paty at  hihocowpaty@yahoo.com 

Thank you, everyone, for stopping by and wishing Paty a Happy Birthday!! 


Today, I have an award winning and very talented as well as an overall nice lady, Paty Jager.  Come on, everyone, come out and show Paty some love on her special day!!  She's giving gifts too!

Judith, Thank you for having me on your blog today to help me celebrate my birthday.

Yes, today is my birthday. Now that I think about it, I haven't given my characters a real birthday party in any of my books. A couple have mentioned birthdays but the actual day has never been celebrated. I'll have to rectify that in the next book. Perhaps, in the last Halsey brother book, Logger in Petticoats.

So how would a female logger in 1891 celebrate her birthday? I could have her put on a dress and be escorted to town for dinner in the fancy hotel restaurant. Or maybe she just wants a new axe or cleats for climbing trees. I'm sure once I get to know her better, she'll get the present she's always dreamed of.

Did you know that birthdays have been around since the first calendar was formatted from the lunar cycles? The celebrations started out as family and friends gathering around the person on their birth day and carrying on in a loud fun fashion to keep the evil spirits away. The first celebrations, guests only brought good wishes and later they brought gifts to bring more good wishes to the birthday person. And eventually the gifts were flowers.

The birthday cake goes back to the early Greeks who made a moon shaped cake to give to their Goddess of the moon. While there are others who believe the birthday cake originate in Germany where they made a cake that was to resemble Jesus' swaddling clothes.  

Two sisters, Mildred and Patty Hill, wrote The Birthday Song in 1893. Which version do you sing at your birthday parties, the original or the one about "you look like a monkey"? My brothers and I always sang the monkey version to each other on our birthdays. Now we just send ornery cards. ;)

Leave a comment with what you think my female logger character would like on her birthday and you're name will go in the drawing for some goodies.

And if you haven't been to my blog and entered the tagline contest you only have three more days. You could win a $25 gift card to Barnes and Nobles. Check it out: http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/

You can learn more about me and my books at http://www.patyjager.net/

Now I’m off to eat cake. Chocolate with lots of ice cream.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

OMG! I'm almost at 6000 views!

That is so AWESOME!  Thanks to everyone who's taken a peek at my blog.  I truly appreciate it! 


Friday, June 24, 2011

The Epic Fail

Everyone knows that great feeling that comes when everything just “clicks.” It starts first thing in the morning when you look in the mirror after a long soak, brush your hair, and say, “Oh, yeah, you got it going ON!” You never did get that haircut, you’re maybe packing around a couple more pounds than you’d like, but not a hair’s out of place and your clothes drape over you like they were tailored on Savile Row just for you. The bus is on time, your boss isn’t going out of their way to be an asshole, the work day flies by, and everything you need seems to be right at your fingertips.

This feeling has an opposite number. It’s the day when you get out of bed and there’s not enough hair styling products in the known universe to tame your mop, your complexion has literally gone volcanic overnight, everything fits all wrong, and you gulp down all the caffeine you possibly can just to function. Your boss is ragging about who knows what (because you’re too shell-shocked to really listen anyway), the bus is a half hour late, and you shuffle through your front door at the end of the day feeling like you’ve been dragged through a cactus patch bv your balls (or the female equivalent).

Writers have their own version of this. It comes when you get ready to send off that scorchingly, earth-changingly brilliant story, novel, or article that you just spent weeks, if not months, editing. You open the attachments dialogue and ask your computer to pretty-please, with sugar on top, cough up your deathless prose for public consumption. An hour of horrified looking later, you can’t find it. Anywhere. Under any possible permutation of the file name you remember attaching to it. Worse, you realize that you somehow managed to send the email to your agent, editor…or your preacher…by accident. If you sent it to your preacher, you’re probably okay, since the file wasn’t attached anyway. But he’s sure to pull you aside on Sunday and ask, “Blazing Hot Blondes: The Homecumming?” with more than a trace of disbelief.

We’re human too. We forget things. We get wrapped up in the moment and forget to hit “Save.” Or hit “Send” before it’s time, resulting in a premature ejaculation of white space all over someone’s screen where there should be a series of squiggles that represent thoughts, ideas, objects and people. Words, to put it another way. We don’t put in the link for that blog post we want the world to know about, so no one knows WHERE to go!

Some of our fails are entertaining. Some of them are downright painful. Some of them cost us money, literally. I’ve had a couple of epic fails that made me want to crawl under my chair, shred my contracts, and migrate to a remote South Sea island where the Internet is a myth and the odds of ever being seen or heard from again approach zero.

Suck it up. Your career isn’t dead until you couldn’t sell a story if it meant the damnation of your immortal soul. Besides, that horrifying error you pulled may not be anything of the sort; in fact, there is a way to take a screw-up like that and transmute it into pure gold.

How? You ask.

Simple. In this case, the writer who can keep a sense of humor, no matter how black, about the situation will pull through without mishap and maybe even attract some new fans. The one who falls to pieces, hides under their desk, refuses to answer the phone or check email and won’t move even if the zombie Apocalypse kicks off two doors down, predictably, will not. The publishing world isn’t that big, and you don’t want the rep of the overly sensitive writer whose thumb and mouth become one inseperable entity in times of stress or out and out crisis.
So you try not to make a misstep. But you will. Count on that.

When you do, have fun with it! Explain your mistake, own it, and be funny about it! Make obscure references to “Sesame Street.” Poke fun at yourself. Say something at the end of your email or post like, “This *facepalm* moment has been sponsored by Kodak and brought to you by the numbers 6 and 9 and the letter AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!”

Trust me. I’ve done it. And I’ve learned that keeping your cool and your sense of humor intact when you’d rather scuttle off down a hole and only reappear after the dust settles from the Rapture can do wonders for your outlook on life. It certainly doesn’t seem to hurt other people’s outlook on YOU!

Thanks for letting me come by and take over your blog today, Judith!
It’s been a lot of fun. Don’t miss me tonight at www.blogtalkradio/katholmes/1212, where I’ll be reading an excerpt from “Angels Would Fall” and chatting with Kat about the writing life. And do swing by www.jswayne.wordpress.com, where our lovely and gracious hostess will be tied to a chair until she gets at least 20 comments.
Help a girl out?

Pretty please?

Until next time,


J.S. Wayne

Thursday, June 23, 2011

First Review of Dragon Wish

I've had a few books published but with each new one, I wonder if the readers will fall in love with my characters the same way I love them.  When I have new book release, I send out copies to review sites and I nervously wait to see what their reaction will be to the book.

Well, seeing this review literally made me cry.  I didn't realize how nervous I really was about the release of this book.  I thank Bitten by Paranormal from the bottom of my heart for the great joy they have given me with their review of Dragon Wish.

Here's the link to the review:  BbP Review of Dragon Wish

Judith Leger

Buy Links:  Amazon
Wild Child Publishing
All Romance eBooks

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Three Wonderful Reviews

I've recieved three great reviews so far on Wraith's Forest!  I want to thank them for taking the time to review my short.  I truly appreciate it!

The first review came from Bitten by Paranormal.

Here's the link to the review:  BbP Review of Wraith's Forest

The second review came from Nicki J Markus.

Here's the link to the review:  Nicki J Markus' Review

And the third review came from Anne over at The Book Garden.

Here's the link to the review:  The Book Garden's Review

Again, Thanks for your reviews of my book! 

Judith Leger

Friday, June 17, 2011

Follow Friday #10

Happy Dance over here! It's Friday and I'm almost free for the weekend.

Snoopy Dance

I've been working on my current WIP and the weekend is the perfect time to do so! Hopefully I'll finish soon.

Q. Genre Wars! What's your favorite genre and which book in that genre made it your favorite?

Oh that is very simple.

The one author and her books that inspired me and made me want to write paranormal/fantasy was Christine Feehan. Her Dark series were awesome!

I still have my first edition copies of her books.

Happy reading!
Judith Leger

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Speak to me of Abduction - Lillian Grant

I am thrilled to be guesting a dear friend of mine!  She has a brand, spanking new release from Siren Publishing.  May I present to you, Ms. Lillian Grant.

Stranded in Rio and desperate for cash, Australian backpacker Charlene Paige accepts a minor movie role. When her costar, Hollywood hunk and serial womanizer Jonathon Deveraux, is abducted from the set, she turns to his older brother for help.

Jacob Deveraux is an Oscar winner and Hollywood good guy, but his past has made him a recluse. However, when his brother goes missing, he agrees to help the hapless Aussie who was deceived into taking a movie role so Jonathon could woo her into his bed. Despite being determined to keep his distance, Jacob is increasingly drawn to her.

When it becomes obvious Jonathon’s kidnapping is designed to punish him, Jacob worries his feelings for Charlene make her a target. Despite his efforts to keep her safe, she is grabbed off the street. Can he rescue Jonathon and Charlene, or will he lose not only his brother but another woman he loves?


Lost in thought, Charlene jumped when a hand squeezed her shoulder. She turned to find Jacob behind her. 

He removed his hand and turned to lean his butt against the side of the boat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He leaned closer and tipped her face up to look at him. “Are you okay? I heard you creep past my door.”

She stared into his eyes as lightning lit up his face. It was like a dream, standing in the rain thinking about Jacob, and then he appeared. “I thought you were asleep.”

Jacob shook his head. “Nope, the storm woke me. “

“Me, too. Then I couldn’t stop thinking.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes drilling into hers. “About?”

She turned her face away and shrugged. There was no way she was about to tell him she had been fantasizing about how it would feel to kiss him. Although if she did, he might let her find out. She shoved the idea aside, even though being so close to him was torture, being pushed away would be even worse. She concentrated on keeping her voice steady. “Nothing important.”

The rain changed from a slow soaking drizzle to huge drops, bouncing off everything they hit. Jacob leaned in closer to her ear, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face with his fingertips.

“You’re getting soaked. Come out of the rain.” His voice was soft and warm with concern, and when he put his arm around her shoulder, she let him lead her inside. Water dripped from the bottom of her T-shirt and the ends of her hair as she shivered in the cool air-conditioned room. Lost in thought, and basking in the beauty of the storm, she had been oblivious to everything, but as her teeth started to chatter, she became aware of just how cold and wet she was.

Jacob reached over and turned on a table lamp that looked like an old ship’s lantern, bathing the room in a warm orange glow. He nodded toward the sofa. 

“Sit down, and I’ll get some towels.”

Charlene did as he said and watched Jacob disappear through the door. He returned moments later with two fluffy white towels. He handed her one and began to rub his hair dry with the other. Charlene wrapped the warm towel around her shoulders and pulled it tight as she sat and watched Jacob, who had now turned his attention from his damp hair to his wet clothes. 

Unable to tear her eyes away, she held her breath as he peeled off his wet T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Drops of water caught the light and glistened as they made a slow trail over his well-defined chest muscles, flat stomach, and disappeared into the damp fabric of his shorts. The white body-hugging material was translucent everywhere except the very front, where a double layer of fabric kept the most interesting part of him hidden. The tantalizing glimpse of the top of his thighs and the front of his hips bones made her squirm. She desperately wanted him to continue the show. When he wrapped the towel around his hips, she had to fight the urge to tell him he shouldn’t be standing around in wet underpants.

He nodded at her. “You should take that wet top off while I go and grab you another T-shirt.”

Charlene glanced down at herself. The T-shirt clung to her body, and her nipples protruding through the soaked material had as much to do with seeing Jacob wet and semi-naked as it did with the temperature of the room. She didn’t want him to find her another T-shirt. She wanted to pull off the sopping garment and wrap her arms around him, warming her cool breasts on his damp chest. When he made no effort to move, she smiled shyly at him. Perhaps he wanted a show of his own. 

“It’s okay. I can just wrap the towel around myself.” 

Her heart pounded, and she took a deep breath as she wondered how he would react to her obviously flirtatious behavior. Would she get the kiss she had been dreaming about? 

She got to her feet and started to lift the T-shirt, wondering if Jacob would turn around. He didn’t. He stood and watched. Her eyes met his, and a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth, almost like he was daring her to continue. 

He maintained eye contact as she dragged the shirt over her head, but when she pulled her face free, she caught him admiring what had been hidden underneath. 

Jacob’s focus traveled up to her face. Her cheeks flushed as his face lit up with a slow, sensual smile that started with his mouth and ended with his eyes. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips, his gaze roaming her exposed body, and Charlene shivered. 

The look of desire in Jacob’s face as he stepped towards her made her pulse race with anticipation. Would he pull her into his arms and kiss her? Would she get to press her naked breasts against his chest? 

Her stomach lurched with disappointment when he broke eye contact and wrapped the towel around her shoulders. Once she had covered up, he looked back into her eyes and chewed on his bottom lip. 

Charlene met his gaze, goose pimples covered her skin. A pain started to throb deep in her gut, and she breathed more deeply. 

Jacob’s damp hair fell in front of his eyes, and she lifted a hand to push it out of the way. The towel slid off her shoulder exposing her left breast. His gaze dropped from her face to her chest, and he reached out and brushed his fingertips lightly over her nipple. Charlene closed her eyes as her nipple hardened and a pulse of desire flowed through her. She fought back a moan, desperate for him to explore further.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

My Favorite Thing To Eat!!

My dear hubby is going to cook me some Garfish patties tomorrow.  It's been about 5 or 6 years since he last cooked them. I know, some of you are looking at me like, WTH?  What is Garfish?  Well, this is totally (well, as far as I know) a Louisiana Cajun recipe.  Hubby made like 200 patties for a get together last time and when I say NONE were left, the platters were empty. 

My oldest son came across this alligator garfish.  No, we're not eating this one. He found it floating already dead and took the picturs. Son is over 6'3". He wears size 12 shoes just to give you an idea of how big this fish is.  And he was on a boat so there's distance between the two. Cool, ain't it?!
Here's our recipe!
Garfish (deboned),onions, celery,  green onions, parsley,  garlic powder,  broad crumbs,  eggs,  salt and pepper, panko crumbs.

Boil potatoes. Hubby starts to cut up the onions, celery, green onions, parley in a food processor. He bought boneless Garfish so he doesn't have to clean or debone it. He also puts the meat into a food processor to shread it so that it's easier to work with when he starts combining everything.

Add all the ingrediants except for the potatoes.  When they are finished cooking, let them cool then add them into the mixture. Squash all of this together and make patties the same way you would for hamburgers. He's goining to coat them this year in a milk and egg mixture and coat them with an outer layer of panko crumbs. Once done, fry in a deep fryer or even a skillet.

They're done when they turn golden.

Can I say a meal fit for a Queen?  OMG!  You haven't eaten until you've tried Garfish patties!

Hope everyone has a great weekend.  If you're bored and need some good reading matieral, I still have my short story, Wraith's Forest for .99 at Amazon! It's already gotten 2 five star ratings over at ARe.

Here's the link to Wraith's Forest
and to my latest release, Dragon Wish!

Friday, June 10, 2011

Guesting over at Ren's Place!

My dear friend and fabulous author, Ren Thompson has been gracious enough to guest me on her blog.  I'm giving my take on becoming a writer.

You can find me here:  Ren Bloggin' About

Would love to hear from everyone!!


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

My First Erotica Romance by Cari Silverwood

The key word above is romance. Being of a fantasy writing background, I had never written a story where the main aim was getting man and woman together and in love. A HEA as it’s called -- Happily Ever After. I thought I knew how to get inside character’s heads and write from their point of view, but when it came to writing romance, I found it was a whole extra step up the ladder. Fun, though. 

I learnt as I went. I wrote my erotica, subbed it to Loose Id and got a very encouraging ‘rewrite, please’.  Eventually, on the third rewrite, my story was contracted…and then I had to rewrite yet again. With the advice of my editor, Christy Lockhart, I chiseled and hammered away at my words and finally, built a true romance.  

What did I change? I made my people into three-D rounded people. I gave them and their lives more facets. I inter-related facts so that nothing stood alone. I interwove sub-plots into the background and into the other plots. I improved my mythology. Even though I knew how to write fantasy, I’d been lazy. I hadn’t thought hard about why things happened the way they did.  My fae gained distinct abilities and those abilities affected the people who wielded them and that changed the plot. The book, subsequently, doubled in size.

One of the keys to creating tension and reality in a story -- and those two are inter-linked -- is to make everything, as much as possible, bounce off other things in your story. If you, in your world, love playing tennis on weekends, it doesn’t end there. Ripples spread outwards. You have to get money for tennis clothes and equipment. Where from? You need the time to play, and go shopping. You may have to arrange for someone to babysit children or make sure your husband knows to pick you up from the courts afterwards. Playing makes you fitter, happier. You may trip and sprain your Achilles tendon. Things ripple, interweave, interlink. Stories aren’t rigid, flat things, they should burgeon with life, grow and breathe.

So, that’s what happened to my story. I started with the naïve idea I could just dive in and write a perfect romance straight off the bat (or racquet) and found I had much to learn, as Yoda says. I started with an idea for having a tattooed Maori hero walk from a lake like the frog prince in the fairytale, only instead of needing a kiss from the princess to set him free, this prince needs something a little more risqué. Being PG 13, I can’t go into detail. If you’d like to see the naughty shenanigans my hero and heroine get up to, Three Days of Dominance was released by Loose Id on June 7th.


When a man with mint-green eyes steps from a lake and offers to rescue Danii’s dog in exchange for three days of total obedience, it’s obvious he must be either joking or crazy. Being a police officer, she knows how to handle the crazies, but when it comes to Heketoro, she’s the one being handled. Each day their lovemaking becomes wilder and Danii discovers exactly how far this man can take her. Though the tattoos drawing themselves on his body make it clear he’s not quite human, to Danii what’s more important is their burgeoning love for each other.

An ancient curse prevents Heketoro from returning to his world. With one last ritual of love needed to break this curse, Heketoro’s enemies return and threaten to destroy him by using his only weakness -- Danii. Will love, or their enemies, triumph?

With water sluicing off him, Heketoro walked calmly from the lake, his black-clad chest barely moving. He breathed as if the swim had been nothing, yet he’d been under for two minutes. Jugsy shook himself next to her, sending out a spray. She dodged as best as she could.

“Pah!” She was wet from head to toe and might as well have done laps.

Her jeans had sagged down, and the top of her panties peeked out. The red shirt, the bottom of it soaked, clung to her like plastic wrap. A breeze made her nipples stand out like big buttons, saying press me. Disaster. She tried to be nonchalant when she wrapped her arms across her chest, as if she wasn’t concealing her nipples. Not that it worked for long. Heketoro handed the lead to her, and she had to take it.

“This is the first day,” he murmured. His fingers moved over hers, and across the back of her hand, to trace a light but electric path up her forearm.

She shook her head, dumbstruck by both his words and his touch.

A shiver ran through her. She noticed every runnel of water across the muscle-hugging neoprene, felt the stir of his breath and the goose bumps rising on her skin.

“The agreement stands.” Slowly, as if she were an animal he was afraid might startle, he reached out and put his hands on her waist, his fingertips almost meeting in the small of her back. He pulled her to him.

Knee to the groin, she told herself, blood thumping hard through her arteries. Or a chin strike and a heel slide down the leg to crunch onto the foot. And yet…and yet she did nothing.

“One kiss,” he murmured. And, oh, those green eyes, lids halfway down. His lips covered hers, lake water mixing with the taste of his mouth. She swayed and closed her eyes. The brush and press of warm lips melted whatever resistance she might have summoned, and she felt warmth between her thighs. Beneath her hands was the moist slickness of his wetsuit, and beneath that the shift and glide of muscle. She clutched at him, lost, drowning in sensation.

Whatever time passed, she couldn’t say, as she answered his kiss with the instinctive movements of her body, pressing against him, groin to groin. She sighed as his mouth left hers to journey with a trail of kisses down to the hollow of her neck and farther, to where her breasts swelled above fabric. He glided his broad hand across the thin T-shirt, from her waist down her back, fingers curving into her bottom and drawing her closer. Then he stopped. She hung there in his arms, with her head back and lips parted, inviting more of his caresses. Through the languor, she was aware of his gaze, though her eyes remained closed.

He leaned in, warmth stirring the lock of hair at her ear as he murmured, “I see our agreement is to your liking. Later then, we will continue this.”

He released her, and she staggered a little, then recovered.

Every part of her ached with longing. 

She should tell him no. She should. And she shivered and lifted her head only to find him gone. Water gurgled as it washed together where an arrow of disturbance mapped where he’d gone. Underwater, again. People walked past, silent, as if shocked at what they’d seen only moments before.

Cari Silverwood website

Monday, June 6, 2011

Time of the Day...

I love the mornings. 

And I love sunsets.

When I look to the sky and see the beauty gifted to me, I feel this immense peace inside.

What's your love?

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Attention Blog Reviewers!

Was wondering if anyone would be interested in reviewing my two new books?

One is Wraith's Forest.  It's a short YA fantasy read.

Second is my full length (102k words) novel, Dragon Wish. It's not a YA but a fantasy romance with sex scenes.

If so, please email me at judithleger AT hotmail DOT com or comment to let me know!