(Day 5) Dear love of my life...

If you met me and had five days to decide whether to to throw away your planned life goals for a life with me, would you do it? To spend the rest of your live loving me, instead of finding a trophy wife to accent your chosen life, would you? What if choosing me meant making a mind blowing adjustment that destroyed your world so you had no choice but to live in mine? Would you do it?

I would, my love, because I believe that life comes down to those moments. When I found you, I knew I would give up anything to be with you. I don't care how much I suffer, what I have to give up to be with you. I would chose you even if meant surrendering my parent's affections, or out right risking my complete ostracizing from them. I love my parents and desperately need their approval of me, but I would gladly surrender that desperate need for you. Would you do the same for me?

That is the core idea of my newly released novel: Mermaid and the flier. Emilee is an alien who comes to earth to observe the sea life. She has been conditioned to hate humans because they are parasites intent on destroying the wonderful sea life of this Earth.

But when her eyes fall on Bobby, the hapless 'flier' seeking the land of the mythical 'Shangri-La', now stranded on an island/prison and sentenced by her people to die, she has five days to decide whether she truly loves him and is willing to throw everything to be with him forever in a happy-ever ending, as unlikely as that seems. His fate is literally in her hands, and her only ally to help free him is her sister who has is of dubious intentions. Because while Emilee is a mermaid of human lore, the only truth behind the Mermaid myth is that humans are the the ultimate Mermadian delicacy.

About me and the Mermaid and the Flier.

This is not the typical Walt Disney fare. This is not Ariel or any other Hans Gretel type of mermaid fantasy. This is based off the idea mermaids are aliens and come from a different planet (Think the aliens from the movie Abyss.) I need a theme song for it, but I guilty admit this song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBb-J0hcBQA

was my inspiration which I played over and over. No beach boys or any song from 'The Blue Lagoon', please. This novel is hyper intensive YA.

Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver

(Day 6) Dear love of my life...

Yes, we're going to the mall. Yes, I have all my gifts bought, I don't need a thing and my credit card is close to being maxed out, but I still want to go and do you know why?

Because I want to stroll though the mall, I want to feel the anticipation of Christmas coming, I want to share that all important buzz with the rest of shoppers. I want to feel Christmasy, I might even sit on Santa's lap and do you know what I'm going to ask him for?

I just want you, my darling, your love. I want to know that you rather spend time with me than do anything else. I want to feel your hand in mine announcing you have claimed me.

Do you have any idea what that means to me? I'm am so yours, there is no question in my heart, not even the slightest doubt in my mind, I am.

When you take my hand in yours as we stroll through the mall, you announce that you have claimed me. That I am the one and only. That you treasure me above all. I am your ultimate gift, and you are mine. Show them, that's why we came...

Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver

(Day 7) Dear love of my life...

Try to understand, I have worked retail for the last 8 years, every since I graduated college. The day after Thanksgiving, Christmas music begins to pipe in the loudspeakers, and it's constant, over and over. Repetition has not only closed my mind to it, but it makes me cringe and want to scream. And possibly do some projectile vomiting that rivals that girl in the Exorcist. No, I do find 'Grandma got ran over by a Reindeer' funny. No, I do not want to dress up like Santa Clause for you because of that stupid song. I don't care if Bon Jovi or Bruce Springsteen delivered an amazing rendition of it, it just makes me ill. That's what retail does, my love.

But light the candles and play this song. 

The perfect Christmas song to me.

I still feel the holiday spirit and when you're with me, alone, just the two of us, I want to dance. You want me to dance with you, hell, I'll strip down to my underwear for you, my love. Just show me you understand, that you give a damn about me...love making of the amazing and super-ethereal kind is imminent. I love you, baby! Show me.

About me!

If you have ever worked retail, if you have had to surrender just one day of your Holidays to the almighty dollar, tell me here. There is no reason you should and I feel your pain.  Holidays are about families and friends, not about last minute sales. Tell me and I will respond, it's a dam, freaking shame. I feel for you and my post is for you.  You have my pain and love...

Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver

(Day 8) Dear love of my life...

Go play you video games, you deserve the break. Go kill some stuff, aliens, zombies, whatever, with you friends...Christmas is about your friends. I understand that, and I made a special one...

Her name is Jacy Oliver, and her friendship and inspiration to me can not be measured with gold. She is a romance writer who stole my heart while making me envious, that green kind of envy you had pervading your persona that flashes in neon lights.

Fifteen months ago, I met this weirdo who now goes by the pen name Bryant James, aka Brian. Weird, but a wonderful guy and we began to talk about all the beliefs we had in writing, and how we wanted to create books that were different. Books that rocked the reader. Books that reflected our belief; shorter is better, it intensified the reading experience. (Sort of like a movie being written as a book.)

I'm the first to admit I'm weird gal, and I'd rather read paranormal romance over anything. (I even read fan fiction, couldn't help myself.) Twilight, yep, I loved it and hated it. Beautiful Creatures, the same. But this guy, Bryant James, wrote a freaking novel where he took the A-team and made them into into supernatural creatures; vampires, werwolves, pseudo Frankenstein monsters and sent them on a mission to help save the world. Pure guy stuff, like a video game come to life, but I was hooked by the perverse violence of it. Hey, when an explicit sex scene starts with the werewolf leader of this team biting into the vampire's shoulder like a T-bone steak, that can hook you. Besides horrifying you. We became fast friends, and agreed to create worlds that crossed a little, interconnecting them. He was a huge help for my Poison Heart series. Who knew that a broad sword can't be stabbed through someone's neck? But hacking it down to to the juncture of where the neck meets the shoulder works. He did. And surprisingly, he also did book covers, so a collaboration was born. We became partners in crime and remain so to this day.

But as I delved off into my true love, paranormal romance, he couldn't help me. I needed someone who understood things like the electric buzz myth of romance, sudden attraction so sharp a woman is mesmerized. The crazy thing out woman hormones cause us to do despite out logical resistance. None of which Brian could help with.

Fate, which has never been my best friend, delivered Jacy to me. Apparently we share an editor (A heinous but loveable bitch who wields a cattle prod to get the best out of us.) And that editor recommended Brian to Jacy as a cover artist. And apparently, Brian saw something in her and introduced us, which I am so grateful for. Our collaboration produced my best book. Mermaid and the flier would not be what is without her help. But most importantly she became the dear friend I needed, but didn't realize I needed. I love her to death and hope the two us continue to be friends. If she quit me, I don't what I would do.

But understand this. Jacy Oliver wrote on heck of a book. The kind that truly shares a piece of her soul in it. I have always said: I don't want to talk about myself, but I could spend every waking hour of my time talking about hers....Check it out....

Shook-Happened-Vegas-Book-ebook/dp/B00FJSZ62A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1387177307&sr=1-1&keywords=jacy+oliver

Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver

(Day 9) Dear love of my life...

I know you think candles are just for emergencies, for when the power goes off. But you are ever so wrong. Lighting a candle lights my soul on fire. Every wall I have constructed to protect me from real life crumbles down the moment you light one. A candle ignites the real me, the one I am so afraid to reveal to anyone but you. Your kisses knock me off my feet, my darling, but it is that candle light dancing in the air around us, licking the ceiling with it's glow that strips me to my vulnerable nakedness you find so endearing.

You may laugh at me, but I hope you understand that is essential truth. Do you not notice that when I write, I turn off the lights? That there is only a candle blazing next to my laptop as I write? I have never written a word without candlelight, no matter how much I tried. Nothing comes out until that candle is lit. When I write, I bare my soul. But I can't without the candle light.

But I will let you on this ultimate secret: Your love that shows through your kisses acts as that candle light. Kiss me like you mean it, like I am the most precious thing on earth. Your love is more powerful and inspiring then that candle light. Your love is what I crave. Love me, be my candle light. My soul will die if you don't...

About the real me...

I really can't write a word without candle light. I sit in front of my computer in my kitchen with only candle light and the screens illumination for light. It is the only time I feel secure, whole, worthy of being something greater than myself. It is the time I rush home from work to have...What I live for...

Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver

(Day 10) Dear love of my life

I understand this great truth about men, I do. It is one of those essential, instinctive things every woman must not only accept, but nurture. Of course, you know best, sweetheart, nobody needs to tell you what to do or how to do. You are nobody's schmuck. Trust me, I'm not trying to cull from your need to lead us down the right path, to prove to the world nobody is smarter than you. I would never...you're the smartest, baby, I tell everyone that.

But you see, there are times when you do need to listen to me. Even though I'm not smarter than you, I can provide some invaluable insight to help you retain your crown. Had you listened to me, you wouldn't be cursing right now as you wrestle with our Christmas tree on the floor, searching for the reason the lights don't work. I suggested to you it might not be wise to leave the lights on when you thrust the tree into the box for storage in the attic. It might be wise to strip them off the way you delight in stripping me and pack them separately.

Yes, I understand, if they worked when you took them down last year, they should work this year. But it's still better to be safe than sorry. That 15 minutes of work you congratulated yourself on avoiding last year, just cost you a couple of hours this year. So while you’re figuring that out I'm going to giveaway some books as my contentious debate with obstinate Jacy Oliver continues.

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1563120-jacy-vs-emma-jean

Hey readers we love you! Christmas is a time of giving so not only do Jacy Oliver and I want to giveaway some gift certificates to whoever helps end our little debate, we're just going to giveaway free books too.

Go here...enter this code for mine...

ZL58Y

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/379132

And for Jacy Oliver: visit her Blog for a free download of her book:

Jacy Oliver

And please...visit my other friends:

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle

(Day 11 of Christmas gifts for our readers... ) 

Dear love of my life,

I know you hate to go Christmas shopping and I know that I have girlfriends I can go with, but it's not the same. I want you with me, I want the warm serenity of you next to me as we brave the cold together. I want the loving you next to me, holding my hand as the snowflakes dance in the air against the warm glow of the Christmas lights as we waltz from one shop to another.

I want the loving you to hold me tight against that pervading coldness, to keep me warm and secure. Your opinion on the gifts I want to buy doesn't matter, it's that loving caress of your whispered suggestion into my ear I crave. My god, do you realize how that goes right to my heart, expanding it so much I would jump you right now if you asked? I may pretend to be shy, dignified as one must be be in public, but I really want you to steal a kiss, to slip your hands under my coat and grab my breasts.

I know you find it boring, but do you realize what this means to me? All I want is your time, your willingness to be with me. A pronunciation of your love for me. I have done the same for you, I have, my love. I hate video games, but because I love you so, I played with you, though I could barely understand what we were blasting into oblivion. I played because it meant something to you, and I wanted to understand what. And it meant spending time with you, doing what you loved. When you wanted a party to play these games with your friends, I was the perfect host, because I knew what it meant to you.

Do you wonder what I love? Do you remember? Other than you, I only have one passion, just like your video games. It means everything to me, but I would never force you to read my books, my darling. There is this secret me that wishes you would love me so much, you would pick up one of my books to discover the inner me and appreciate me for who I really am. That you would love me more, if that was possible. To learn those inner secrets about me that are too intimate to ever share. The ones you can't know without reading them, without reading me!

While my fantasy may never come true. The perfect guy who understands all of this: I am in the midst of of heated warfare with another author, I deeply admire and am completely envious of. Proving that duality of intentions and desire is possible. We are giving away Gift Certificates to help endeavor readers to help us end this debate: Who has the quintessential Quirky Romance. Please help us, if you will...

Here is the raging debate...

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1563120-jacy-vs-emma-jean

Make darn sure you check them out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...

Michelle Howard   MK Eiden

JA Hornbuckle      Jacy Oliver