Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

Unless you’re new here, I feel like my answer is going to be super predictable. I want to go on my big Ireland and UK writing retreat. Ideally, I’d like to spend two weeks in each country. Yeah, I know, it’s also not terribly realistic. So, I guess what I’d really love is to hang out in Cornwall.

Thanks to Poldark, (and also the ruins of Tintagel — one of the rumored locations of Camelot) I’ve fallen in love with the countryside of Cornwall. I mean…look at this place!

Look at this freaking awesome King Arthur sculpture! I REALLY want to see this.

Oh… Now, how did this get here?

What about you? Where would you go? Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ vacation dreams!

Jess  *  Siobhan  *  Gwen

This month’s song fic is inspired by James Bay’s Need the Sun to Break. Here are the lyrics and video if you want to check them out. I hadn’t heard this song previously, but I really love it. And fair warning, this is probably going to be a really short fic, because as much as I love this song, I’m having trouble coming up with a story for it. 

I’d given up on sleep hours ago. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to sleep. I did. Desperately. But, I wanted you more. Though, after last night, I wasn’t sure that was something I was going to get. Not after the way you left–dragging your broken heart behind you like a child’s pull toy with a busted wheel.

I needed the sun to break. I needed the dawn. I needed to know if it was just the endless night closing in around me, wrapping me in fear, making me want to chase you down, or if it’s just you I need. It’s not fair to you, this doubt. I know that. I need to decide in the cold light of day. I just hope that when I figure it out, it’s not too late.

That’s it for me. Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ stories! 

Jess  *  Gwen  *  Kris

Gather round, my children, for I’ve a tale of horror to tell you.

*pats the tree stumps all around the roaring autumn fire and passes out the hot cocoa*

*sighs*

Fine. That rowdy group over there can have the mulled wine. Now, sit down, and hush. It’s story time.

Once upon a time, there was a huge giant. It welcomed romance writers one and all into its kingdom. It made sure that the romance writers were thoroughly invested in and enamored with the lands and the people. It even offered special treasure to the authors who swore allegiance only to the giant.

But darkness began creeping over the kingdom, and the giant began to change. It no longer answered questions. It ignored authors’ concerns. It even locked a huge number of its authors and their books in the dungeon and refused to let them out. This made it very difficult for the authors to make a living, but the giant did not care.

The authors began to lose hope.

But one day, in the distance, they heard whisperings of a hero. A hero who would free the imprisoned authors. A hero who would welcome them into her kingdom. A kingdom that was full of light and apples (no one wants authors with scurvy) and a kingdom where questions were answered instead of ignored. A kingdom where all authors and their stories were welcome. A kingdom that didn’t believe in dungeons.

The authors were afraid to hope, afraid to take a chance, for they’d been fooled before. But the hero calmed their worries and reassured them with her maps and business plans, her openness and spreadsheets, and most of all, her refusal to keep secrets.

The hero gave each author their own key to the dungeon, and one by one, they followed her out into the light, to the Kingdom of Eden Books.

~fin~

Okay, so I’m guessing you’re all wondering what’s going on here. And I’m hoping you’re wondering about Eden Books. Don’t give me the side-eye. Just sit down already. We need to have a chat.

*pats the cushion next to me and hands you a cup of coffee*

Now, I try not to drag readers into any issues I might have with a vendor. I know that you’re here for the books not the whining. You’re here for the kinky sexytimes, not the industry drama. And that, to me, is the best thing in the world.

I want to write stories for you to read. I want you to be able to find the stories without jumping through flaming hoops of doom like Fifi the Wonder Poodle. I want to publish them without doing the same. And that brings us to Eden Books.

I am so excited about this project, I can’t even, you guys! But, before I squee all over, let me back up and tell you what Eden Books is.

Eden Books is about to become the place to go for romance and women’s fiction. It’s an online, genre-specific ebook retailer that’s a welcome alternative to Amazon.

I know what you’re thinking–but, Bron…I finally know what my kindle address is now. And you want me to buy another device and–

*passes you some cookies to go with your coffee*

Don’t panic. You don’t need another device, hell, you can still shop at the ‘Zon if you want. And if you’re an author, you can still list books there and at every other vendor. But I’d be an asshole if I didn’t share my excitement over Eden Books

A lot of authors, particularly those of us who write erotic romance, have found ourselves facing issue after issue with the ‘Zon during the past year. Many of us have been placed in the erotica dungeon, meaning our books don’t come up on general category searches. Because our books can only be found by searching the exact title or author name, organic discoverability by readers unfamiliar with our work has been destroyed. This has been problematic to say the least.

There have been a host of other related issues, but I don’t want to bore you with those or really even rag on the aforementioned vendor. It’s their business, and they can do what they deem is best for them.

However, what I do want to talk about is Eden Books. In addition to being an alternative shopping platform, Eden will also be creating a diverse, supportive, and interactive community for romance readers and authors.

Each author will have their own storefront to sell not only their books, but other merchandise, as well. And I’m super excited about the combined social media aspects, too!

I could go on and on about this, but I’m not going to. I’ve got books I’m working on that I want to get back to, and besides, Robyn Crawford, the founder of Eden Books can explain it far more thoroughly and eloquently than I can. Probably with less swearing, too.

I’m going to share some links because I’m hoping you’ll be as excited about Eden Books as I am!  There are links to FAQs for authors and readers. There’s also a link to the Eden Books website and the kickstarter. It’s over halfway funded! And I’m hoping you’ll check it out and join me in supporting this amazing new venture! There are only 15 days left, to make the Kingdom of Eden Books a glorious reality. Also, there are some fantastic perks and more being added all the time, so please come help make an amazing difference to romance authors and readers everywhere.

Reader FAQs  *  Author FAQs  *  Eden Books  *  Eden Books Kickstarter

Prompt: You’re in an interrogation room. A man walks in and throws a bunch of photographs on the table in front of you. The photos are old and were taken at different points in history. You’re in each one. He demands to know who you are.

 

He stared at the painfully thin blonde woman as she smiled blandly at the photographs spread out on the table in front of her. Her bony hands cradling the same cup of coffee she’d been sipping for hours. Somehow, steam still rose from the mug.

“What is it I’m supposed to be seeing in these pictures?” she asked, her expression remaining unchanged.

He frowned as he studied her. His eye had started to twitch almost twenty minutes ago, and the tic wasn’t showing any sign of letting up. He tapped his capped pen on each of the photos in front of her. “You’re in all of these.”

Her icy blue eyes lifted to his. “Of course, I am. I’m one of his most trusted advisors.” She laughed, and the sound grated on his nerves. “I mean, why wouldn’t I be in those photos?”

He opened a folder and tossed several more photos on the pile. “And here you are with Putin.”

She glanced at the images and sipped her coffee. “Mhmm.”

He just stared at her in disbelief.

“What?” she asked. “I mean, I do travel with the man. I’m his advisor, remember?” She shrugged. Clearly those were taken during a trip to Russia.”

“Those photos were taken the day that Yeltsin appointed Putin acting Prime Minister.” When she had no response, he added, “In 1999.”

“Party over, oops, out of time,” she murmured half into her cup.

“What was that?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He pushed himself away from the table and stood, pulling a manila envelope from the top of a filing cabinet. Pulling out a stack of eight by ten photographs, he began to toss them at her.

“Here you are in Iraq in the mid-eighties in the blue hijab, standing to the left of Hussein. Then in a black burka with Bin Laden. And there you are with Castro in ’76 and in Libya with Gaddafi in 71.”

She set her cup down and folded her hands in her lap. “I enjoy world travel.”

Silently, he added photo after photo to the pile. Inexplicably, she she’d been with Idi Amin in Uganda, Kim Jong II in North Korea, Pol Pot in Cambodia, Mao in China, Hitler in Germany, Mussolini in Italy, both Stalin and Lenin in Russia. He threw the last picture on the table. “And here you are with Emperor Hirohito in 1929.”

She tilted her head to the side as she studied the black and white image, then nodded. “Japan in the twenties was such an interesting place.”

He glared at her. “Who the hell are you?”

She tossed her brittle hair over her shoulder. “No one of consequence.”

His hand tightened around the envelope he still held. He didn’t understand it. The photographs had all been authenticated. This wasn’t a case of a bored college student with above average photoshop skills. “We’ve run all of these images through facial recognition software, Ms. Conway. There is a hundred percent match. How is it possible for you to be your current age in 1929 and in 2018?”

“Robert,” she purred, leaning forward on her elbows. “Or can I call you, Bob?”

“You can call me whatever you want as long as you explain what the fuck is going on.”

She smiled, truly smiled, though it never reached her dead-looking eyes. Then she pulled one of the most recent pictures from the bottom of the pile, setting it on top. He glanced down at the image of Trump endorsing Roy Moore and his gut churned with rage.

She tapped the president’s head with a blunted fingertip. “You really want to nail him don’t you? Him, Pence, Jared, Ivanka? You want to take them all down.”

He stared at her.

“How much do you want it, Bob?”

“What do you mean? What does that have to do with who–”

Her chilling, dead-eyed smile was back. “Enough to sell your soul?”

 

Okay, that’s it for me this week. Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ stories. 

Jess  *  Siobhan  *  Gwen  *  Kris

 

 

“Come on,” Anna snapped. “We’re already running late.”

He darted through the door behind her, and she gasped, stopping dead. Of course, Max hadn’t really been paying attention and ran into her, jostling her forward. She turned around and glared at him, but he shook it off. Like that was anything new lately.

His gaze was drawn back toward the unbelievable  destruction before him. Desolation and loss sank into his bones, and he could practically smell the smoke hanging heavy in the air. He shifted from foot to foot, unable to quell the sensation of impending doom.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barrett?”

He and Anna both turned to look at the receptionist.

“Doctor Ramirez will see you, now.” She gestured for them to follow her down the hallway.

Max glanced once more at the huge painting and shook off a chill. Fuck of a thing to have hanging in the office of a marriage counselor. 

That’s it for me today. Be sure to check out the other bloggers stories, too!

 Jess  *  Siobhan  *  Gwen  *  Norris

Okay, so let’s get to it. For August, I said I was going to:

  • Finish all scheduled audio preps. (Yep.)
  • Finish all scheduled edits. (Yep.)
  • Finish and submit that short story. For real, this time, damnit! (sigh…)
  • Work on my new Bound book. (Yep.)
  • Pick up Jess Jarman in St. Ignace! (Yep! And we met up with our friend Jen Twimom and had lunch with her!)
  • Meet Jessi Gage IRL (Yes! And she’s just as amazing IRL!)
  • Work on two secret projects (Worked on one.)
  • Go to the book signing in Ypsilanti on August 4th (Yepper AND I got to meet awesome people there like Pansy, Elizabeth, Jennifer, Cynthia, Tina, and Wendy. And I got to see my forever friend, Alex.)
  • Finish sewing my donations to support the cat rescue that the book signing benefits (Yep.)
  • Have an awesome mini-retreat (It was aMAZing!)
  • Have a blast with Jess while she’s here (Yes. And now, I miss her like crazy.)

So, for this month, I want to

  • Finish all scheduled audio preps. 
  • Finish all scheduled edits.
  • Finish and submit that freaking short story!
  • Work on my new Bound book.
  • Work on my project with my girl, Jen.
  • Get ready for my FB Book Club event for REWRITTEN.
  • Get ready for my October 1st bookstore chat and signing.
  • Get ready for my TRIP TO BOSTON with Tibby Armstrong and Kris Norris!

That’s it for me this month, be sure to take a peek at Jess’ check-in post, too.

As usual, these are in no particular order. 

10.) Big Sur, California and pretty much anywhere along the northern coast.

 

9.) Vancouver Island – A.) it’s gorgeous and B.) Norris lives there.

8.) England (in general).

7.) Cornwall (in particular).

6.) Ireland

5.) Norway

4.) Wales

3.) Scotland

2.) Boston (which I’ll be seeing this fall with Norris when we go see Tibby Armstrong!)

1.) Minnesota (mostly to see Jess Jarman and Chaos Chris).

What about you? What places to you want to see before you die? Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ lists, too!

Siobhan  *  Jess  *  Kris  *  Gwen

I spend literally every day with books. Books I’m writing. Books I’m editing for clients. Books I’m prepping to go into audio for clients. And books I want to read for me.

That’s a lot of books.

But for the purpose of this blog post, we’ll just stick to the best book I’ve read for me.

The first one is Riptide by Kathryn Nolan. I discovered her earlier this year while we were working on Boho Barbie’s Dream Bathroom. I was on Amazon searching for a boho style shower curtain, and her book, Bohemian came up. I went and one-clicked that bad boy and fell in love with Kathryn’s writing. Then I got to know Kathryn and fell in love with her, too. Book people are the best people. But, back to this post.

Earlier this summer, I was in a slump. I was stressed out and depressed, and I needed an author I could trust to pull me out of that. Or, you know, at least distract me. So, I dove into the one full-length novel of Kathryn’s I hadn’t read yet. And honestly, it might be my favorite of hers. I don’t know. I mean, I love them all. But this is right up my alley. Enemies to lovers. Environmental activist vs. corporate greed. Sloooooooooooow burn. Hot, emotional sex. I fucking love this book.

Here’s the blurb because you should check it out. No, really. Get on that.

Avery Dacosta never expected to find a protester in front of her office.

Especially not now, when she’s this close to achieving a professional milestone years in the making: building a luxury hotel on Playa Vieja, San Diego’s untouched beach paradise.

Finn Travis, local surfer and all-around nice guy, never expected to find himself the leader of Playa Vieja’s resistance. He’s more of a mellow tree-hugger than a radical activist. Except Avery’s hotel threatens to destroy the place he loves the most. For the first time in his life, Finn decides to use his charisma for more than just attracting his next fling.

Avery’s worked too hard to let a bongo-playing hippie like Finn shatter her perfect future. And his naive idealism grates on her every nerve.

She’s not alone in her loathing: Finn thinks Avery is a greedy, corporate robot.

As Avery and Finn crash together like waves against the shore, their debates become heated. Sexy. Dirty.

But the riptide of their attraction jeopardizes more than just their ideological values. Can Avery and Finn be together without giving up what they care about the most?

Convinced? Here, go to Amazon. I’ll help. Riptide by Kathryn Nolan

And check out Gwen and Jess‘ favorite read of the summer!

I’ve been remiss in keeping up with book news, so let me fix that.

First off, I’m delighted to share that I’ve gotten all of my rights back from previous publishers! As I go through and re-edit (and likely add to the stories) I’ll be republishing them. And I’ve already released the first of the returned books!

Amazon  *  Barnes & Noble  *  iBooks  *  Kobo

Another bit of exciting news is that Jessica Jarman, Jenny Trout, Kris Norris, and I have opened an Etsy shop! We’ve got signed and personalized books available! So, if there’s one you’ve been wanting, come check out Ladies of the Lake Books!

Oh! And I totally forgot to blog about this, too (I am truly the worst) but Rewritten tied with Nikki Sloane’s The Rivalry for first place in Passionate Ink’s Passionate Plume contest!!! 

And here’s my prettiful award from Passionate Ink!

 

I think that’s all the book news I’ve got for now. But, hopefully, there will be more later!