Kimberly Burton - Lady Editor, Aspiring Author, and Poet

I Won Best Editor of 2005 at FAR!

2006-03-15T01:02:00.000-05:00

I was recently awarded the FAR 2005 Award for Best Editor in the Fallen Angel Reviews 2005 Awards! I tied for Best Editor of 2005 with Leslie Hodges. I am very proud to share this honor with her!

More information and award winners can be found at the Fallen Angel Reviews site: http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/FAR2005Awards.htm

I also placed in the TOP TEN in the Preditors and Editors Reader's Poll for 2005 in the #4 slot for Best Editor. This is the second year in a row that I finished in the TOP TEN!

For more infomation and to see other winners for 2005, please visit: http://www.anotherealm.com/prededitors/perpoll.htm and scroll down to the P & E Reader's Poll results for 2005.

Blogger is having some technical difficulties uploading pictures at the moment, so as soon as these issues are resolved, I will upload both awards so you can see what they look like.

I would like to send my heartfelt thanks to everyone that voted for me for these two awards. I am sincerely honored by your support. I will always strive to be the best Editor that I can be--even when my schedule is overflowing with work from Chippewa Publishing LLC and I have writing deadlines for my own manuscripts.

Many thanks and lots of hugs to you all!

THANK YOU!

Kimberly Burton
Executive Managing Editor
Chippewa Publishing LLC
http://www.chippewapublishing.com

Which Literary Classic am I?

2005-09-18T19:59:00.000-05:00

J.R.R. Tolkien: Lord of the Rings. You are
entertaining and imaginative, creating whole
new worlds around yourself. Well loved, you
have a whole league of imitators, none of which
is quite as profound as you are. Stories and
songs give a spark of joy in the middle of your
eternal battle with the forces of evil.

Which literature classic are you?
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PRESS RELEASE!

2005-09-09T13:00:00.000-05:00

September 5, 2005

Chippewa Publishing, LLC.

Rebecca Pack, President

rebeccap@chippewapublishing.com

Chippewa Publishing, LLC. proudly announces a working relationship with The Woofenill Works, Inc., an independent film and television production company of New York, NY. Many screenplays available for production will also be released by Chippewa Publishing as an ebook and trade paperback with an option for hardcover.

Chippewa Publishing announced the first ebook novella release between The Woofenill Works, Inc. and Nancy S. Ward in April of 2005. Masterpiece is a gripping story of a man who has learned the hard way that life is more valuable than possessions and that revenge can come back to haunt you. Ms. Ward has several other books planned with Chippewa Publishing that include a trilogy based on the Masterpiece story and several other novellas.

In 2006, Chippewa Publishing will publish at least three more titles in paperback and ebook format from The Woofenill Works, Inc. These titles will be announced at a later date.

For more information about Chippewa Publishing, LLC., please visit http://www.chippewapublishing.com/

Fore more information about The Woofenill Works, Inc., please visit http://home.earthlink.net/~prymeva/

New Release! Fang Dysfunction by Anna Evans

2005-09-02T12:33:00.000-05:00

FANG DYSFUNCTION

Anna Evans

Erin just wants to be a normal modern day vamp, living a life filled with lots of vigorous blood sucking and more hot sex than a girl can handle. But when one of her fangs goes on the blitz, shriveling up like a neglected houseplant, she can no longer deny that things aren’t going exactly as planned.

If she doesn’t find a cure soon, she’s in for a lot worse than a severe case of vampire depression, she could very well bite the big one.

Secretly, Erin thinks life as a rookie vampire would be so much easier if she hadn’t been abandoned by the gorgeous man who transformed her in the first place. Too bad she hates his guts and he's not into the whole 'mating for eternity' thing. Right?

Erin’s about to realize that there’s no cure for fang dysfunction like interrupting a vampire orgy, taking a long hot shower with an old friend, and learning that maybe love isn’t impossible after all.

Rated: Explicit! This story is intended for mature audiences only. Adult language and sexual situations apply.

EXCERPT

“This can’t be happening,” Erin moaned as she looked in the mirror for the fiftieth time in the past twenty minutes, but it was happening. There was no denying that the little bastard was shrinking. Pulling into itself like the less-than-impressive penis on the naked man lying at her feet.

“Please tell me you didn’t order in again,” Kayla, her roommate, sighed as she entered the apartment.

“Leave me alone, wretched woman,” Erin muttered under her breath, moving even closer to the reflection staring back at her from the mantle mirror and gently poking at her tooth. Yup, it was definitely smaller, way smaller. Hell, if she turned sideways and squinted with one eye, she did not even look like a vampire.

“Bigger problems than a naked delivery boy and a large pepperoni pizza spilled on the white carpet?” Kayla asked as she crossed the room.

“Yes, bigger.”

“I see, you’re right, it has to be bigger. Almost anything would have to be bigger than that.” Kayla said.

“Would you believe he was a grower not a shower?”

“No. Too bad you can’t order sizes for the men as well as the pizza.” Kayla laughed as she poked the deliveryman gently with the toe of her shoe.

“Leave Stumpy alone, you heartless bloodsucker,” Erin said, falling into their familiar teasing more for comfort than anything else, seeing as she really was not in the mood for verbal sparring at the moment.

“Don’t get your fangs in twist, I wouldn’t dream of bothering…Stumpy. He looks like he’s been through enough already.”

“I guess I should get him dressed,” Erin said, feeling sorry for the man who would have been her dinner. He might have been sorely lacking in certain departments, but he did not deserve her tossing him on the floor like an empty pizza container.

“But you haven’t drank from him yet,” Kayla said.

“So? I’ll go get something later. I’m not hungry anyway,” Erin replied evasively, deciding it might be wise to hide the sight of her oddly shrunken tooth from her roomie.

Kayla was beautiful, dark, mysterious, seductive, and elegant, and took to being a vampire as if she had been born undead. Erin seriously doubted she had ever suffered something as shameful as fang dysfunction and really was not in the mood for the ‘oh my god how can you really be this bad at being a bloodsucker’ speech.

“You are too hungry, I can smell it,” Kayla said, squatting down and trying to catch her eye as Erin pulled the delivery boy into a seated position and started to stuff his arms into his checkered button up shirt “You should just take a little snack to hold you down. Otherwise, you know how you get.”

“Will you just leave me alone? I’ve got this under control, you nosy bitch,” Erin said.

“See you’re cranky already, you always get cranky when you’re—” Kayla broke off suddenly, her dark brown eyes widening dramatically in her flawless mocha face. “Oh my god, Erin, what happened to your tooth?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Erin mumbled as she tried to close her mouth tightly around the traitorous little fang.

“This just isn’t possible,” Kayla said. “Most vampires don’t develop retractable incisors until at least their second century. You’re only a few years old. There has to be something wrong.”

“Thanks for the reassurance, it’s sweet of you to allay my young vampire fears, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Erin said, hauling the dead weight of the man over her shoulder and struggling to pull his boxer briefs the last few inches over his rather—eww—hairy bottom.

“Not if you can’t feed you won’t be fine,” Kayla said, “When was the last time you ate?”

“Not too long ago,” Erin said, wishing Kayla would help her get Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hairy back into his pants instead of holding forth on the direness of her situation, but she had never been the type to ask for help.

“Will you please stop with him? This is serious,” Kayla said, focusing her energy on the deliveryman for a brief second before he floated into the air, his pants sliding on with ease. Mere moments later he was floating through the front door, regaining consciousness in time to be set down gently outside the elevator in the hallway, the encounter obviously wiped cleanly from his memory.

Kayla then walked over to close the door, Erin guessed more to have something to do, rather than that she was tired from her mental workout. Her roommate was a gifted telepath, teleporter, and a bit of an amateur witch as well as a vampire. It was not the first time Erin thought it was terribly unfair for her to be so multitalented as well as gorgeous. It was like having a best friend who was a supermodel, but performed brain surgery and wrote symphonies in her spare time.

“Actually performing brain surgery is a lot like fixing a car engine. It’s not nearly so complicated as they’d have you think,” Kayla said with a smile, taking Erin’s arm and pulling her toward the comfy overstuffed couch that dominated the room.

“Stop reading my mind,” Erin said, sighing as she collapsed next to her friend.

“I’m just trying to help,” Kayla said softly. “Now when was the last time you ate?”

“I had a banana when I woke up tonight,” Erin said with a tired smile.

“I don’t mean empty calories, I mean blood.”

“Three days ago,” Erin confessed, bringing a hand up to probe self-consciously at her amazing vanishing fang.

I am proud to announce...

2005-08-18T10:32:00.000-05:00

I am proud to announce that I have just signed a contract with Chippewa Publishing for my short story, BLOOD OF A TENDER HEART, written under the pen name of Becca Bliss. It will be included in their upcoming VAMPROTICA! 2005 Anthology that will be released in both ebook and print in October 2005.

I am excited and scared to death at the same time! LOL

I want to thank all of my friends who encouraged me to keep writing and I also want to thank those kind strangers that have commented on how much they liked my snippet.

THANK YOU, EVERYONE!

For your reading pleasure...a snippet of a work in progress.

2005-07-01T01:49:00.000-05:00

Blood of a Tender Heart

by

Kimberly Burton

writing as

Becca Bliss

A tender heart bleeds easily when broken by the one they love; at least that is what her Maker once told her. She really tried to remember this, but at times, it was hard not to follow her blackened heart and smash the love others bestowed upon her. She did not want love—did not need it—love played no part in her life now, it only caused pain to others involved. All she truly needed in this life—if you could call it a life—was blood and sex, both of which satisfied her carnal desires. If she had her way, the world would rid itself of this idea of “love” and be content with the sins of the flesh—these same sins that now became her vein of existence.

Lexorie refused to dwell any further on this deceitful notion of love and commenced in the hunt for sustenance of her body and mind. She knew better than to go forty-eight hours without feeding, but seeing Dracata at the club last night cast her into a frenzy of turbulent emotions—emotions violent enough to cause a mental and physical rage to battle deep within her body, tearing her very being into millions of tiny jagged pieces.

Not only was she hurting mentally from the pain inflicted upon her after the brief encounter with the one-time love of her life, but she was also doubled-over in excruciating physical pain caused by starvation. She knew she must immediately seek out blood to ease the inferno blazing inside of her body, but it could not just be from anyone—she had to seek out those that once loved her, ones that hurt her in one way or another—then, and only then, would her hunger for blood and sexual pleasure be sated.

The Garden of Temptation

2005-05-30T22:41:00.000-05:00

Can you hear me...
Even though you muffle my words of love?

Can you see me...
Even though you are blinded by another desire?

Can you touch me...
Through those walls you put between us?

Can you taste me...
Or am I now bland and bitter compaired to her?

Can you smell me...
Or does my once sweet perfume now make you gag in disgust?

Do you even care that we once shared each other...
In passion, in love, lost in our own world?

Does none of this matter now that you have found a new forbidden fruit?

Remember me when she tempts you with her poisonous tongue...

Remember me, the one who loves you, when she turns and scorns you the way you have scorned me...

Remember me...

I was the one who got away....

The one that was to be your salvation...

I was the one you came to when all else was lost...

Remember me...

When your heart breaks, you weep in pain, and you need a shoulder to lean on...

Remember that my shoulder is no longer there for you, my dear...

Time may heal all wounds of the flesh, but it cannot heal wounds of the soul nor the heart.

The wound you inflicted upon me, has now been cast upon you...

You must suffer as I once did...suffer until you think the world might end.

Then, and only then, can you ask for my shoulder again...but only as a friend, and never again as a lover.

Why you ask?

Not all friends can be trusted, but all lovers must be true.

If you cannot be true to a lover, then you are merely a friend with sinful interests.

Right now, I need a lover--one that will be true to me. I do not need a friend, one that may or may not be trusted, nor a friend who's intentions are merely ruled by desire.

That, my dear, is WHY.

Can you hear me now?

Can you see me now?

Maybe...but to me, you are a forgotten memory of a love once lost.

I do not care to see you...hear you...touch you...taste you...nor smell you.

Love has decayed before my eyes, turning from something lush and sweet, into something decrepid and foul.

There is no "YOU" anymore, nor "US" , there is only "ME" and I will live to love again--sooner or later.

© Copyright 2005 Kimberly Burton

2005-05-18T14:00:00.000-05:00

NEW RELEASE!

SEX DOWN THE LINE

EMY NASO

Professor Lothington Grace constantly searches for new ways to fulfill his sexual desires, but instead of trying to find a real live woman, he is content to find what he is looking for on the Internet by way of cyber-affairs and sex sites. One day, all of this changes. His computer screen flashes a message that he is under investigation by the Commission on Mind Adultery (COMA) then officers break down his door. He is informed his punishment will involve many different real--live, not cyber--sexual situations, some which will not be pleasant for him at all.

What does COMA have in store for Professor Grace? Will the punishment they inflict be of pleasure or pain? Will he find what he was looking for on the Internet in real life or will he be imprisoned for his cyber-crimes for the rest of his life?

Excerpt

“DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER—YOU ARE UNDER INVESTIGATION BY COMA.”

****

Lothington sat in his study watching the two uniformed police officers standing motionless by his computer. A few minutes earlier, they had battered down the door to his apartment and forced him to sit silently. Now, all three waited. There was no explanation. He had tried talking to them. All they did was insist he stay exactly where he was. They were very taciturn police. He did not recognize their uniform, and at first, tried to question their authority. He may as well have talked to the wall. After all, like so many people, he spent hours “talking” to a screen.
He heard someone else enter his apartment. The tread was steady and slow. Lothington saw the black boots at the door to his office, then followed up the long legs to the dark blue jacket and then to the swept-back, black hair framing the exquisite face. Without makeup, the officer was still beautiful. Even when surrounded by police he couldn’t escape sexual fantasies.
She walked up to Lothington, stood and examined him, and then from her pocket produced a silver badge and ID card. She read it to him, “Captain Virginia, Second Mega-District, COMA,” and gave him a slight bow. “Look, I’ve never heard of you. What is this all about?” She turned to address the two officers. “Is the memory database secured?”
“Yes, Madam.” Their answer was in total unison.
Authority came in duality, with or without sense. Captain Virginia looked back to Professor Grace. “You are being charged under governmental regulations to control cyber sexual activity. On specified dates, you have committed adultery and lewd acts with an electronic device for the purpose of erotic satisfaction. I have to warn you, anything you say or type will be recorded and saved, and may be used in your correction training. Your computer is being confiscated and may be subpoenaed for the prosecution.”
“Look, is this a joke?”
Her blank face told him it was not. The Captain regarded Grace and then instructed her junior officers, “Bring the computer with you and take forensic evidence of the whole room to detect if any genetic evidence exists of the Professor’s reactions to these acts.”

****

Lubikita Detention and Interrogation Center stood on the outskirts of the city. The controlled freeway lane took them there in less than thirty minutes, the siren sounding all the way to indicate to the tollbooths that no credit microchip charges were necessary for a vehicle on official business. They escorted Professor Lothington Grace into the bowels of the building, traveling down in the elevator for some distance. Now he sat in a square room with grey walls and a single chair in one corner. They did not even allow him this meager luxury. One of the officers sat in the chair, staring into space. They asked Grace, that is, instructed him to stand quietly in the middle of the room. By now, he knew it was useless to ask these strange cops for any information. Their training taught them to obey and guard, not discuss or communicate. He heard a gurgling sound and couldn’t decide if it was the water system in the building or his own stomach complaining about the lack of food. Could it be nervous dyspepsia?
The door opened. Captain Virginia held it ajar for a small woman in a plain, pinstriped two-piece business suit to enter. She had thin rimless glasses, red short-cropped hair, and something Lothington noticed particularly—a well-made figure. She could not be much older than her mid-thirties. Captain Virginia stood at attention against one wall with her hands clasped down behind her. There was the faintest sound of metallic drumming as if she were quietly rapping her fingers against the impassive wall.
“You are Professor Lothington Grace?” the small woman asked in a military fashion.
“Yes, but what is this all about?”
“You are charged under the People’s Protection Laws,” she said, dismissing his question.
“Can you explain what is going on?” he insisted, with more confidence than he felt.
“You realize, that by wasting this enquiry’s time you forfeit your right to bring forth a witness in your defense?” the woman huffed and looked impatiently at him.
“I know no such thing. In fact, I would like an explanation of what is going on, and while you’re at it, who are you…and what is COMA?”
“COMA is the Commission on Mind Adultery. You are here because detectors have consistently recorded your affair with Alice Finglegate.”
“Who?”
“The secondary recipient you know as code name Alexandra Tomisky.”
“This is ridiculous,” he protested, making a slight move forward.
The police officer, who was sitting in the chair next to him, was up and by his side instantly. He grabbed Grace’s arm and forced it up behind him in a painful hold.
“Thank you, Starsy. I think the Professor does not yet realize the seriousness of these charges. Please sit back down,” the Captain said.
“These are the charges. Do you understand them?” the red-haired woman continued.
“Adultery! That is preposterous. I never met the lady,” Grace blustered.
“That will be proven,” the small woman smirked in a condescending manner. “For the moment, I have informed you of the charge and now, as Cyber-sex Judge Jefferies for this district, I announce the proceedings have commenced.”

****

“Items one through seventy-nine,” the Captain began. A wall of the room became a large screen. Incredibly, the complete history of messages between “Infinity” and “Alexandra” scrolled across.
The cop in the corner did not blink. Captain Virginia watched them, her lips moving as she silently read each one. Judge Jefferies watched, tutted, and occasionally made notes on a hand-held electronic notebook.
“Have you anything to say?” the Judge asked dismissively when the screen went blank, once again becoming a plain gray wall.
“So what?” Grace tried to sound insolent.
“We will record that as an admission of acceptance of adultery,” the Judge said, equally arrogantly.
“You can’t commit adultery on a computer,” Grace said mockingly.
“Where is the self located?” Judge Jefferies queried with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s a product of the brain,” Grace stammered.
“And this adultery was conceived in your brain. How then is it not part of you?” The Judge shrugged and immediately waved Grace’s attempts at argument away.
“Please continue, Captain,” she commanded.
“There is significant genetic evidence from the office where the cyber-adultery took place to show raised levels in the tests.”
“So you are sure the defendant was participating fully in these acts on the Internet?”
“We are, Madam Judge.”
“I object!” Professor Grace exclaimed.
“On what grounds?” Jefferies asked haughtily.
“How can it be adultery?”
“The woman is married and we have already established that the brain is the self,” the Judge stated firmly. “Objection overruled.”
“But these are just words,” the Professor continued.
“We will put an end to this line of defense,” Jefferies said with an annoyed look on her face. “Officer,” she commanded, “bind the defendant’s wrists.”
Before he could balk at the manner in which they treated him, the officer took out a pair of handcuffs. Captain Virginia stood watch, brandishing an electric stun gun, as they cuffed Lothington’s hands behind his back.
“That will be all, officer,” the Judge said and the policeman left the room. “So, Professor Grace, these are mere words and have no meaning beyond their sound. Is that your contention?”
“Of course it is.”
“Captain Virginia, remove his clothes.”
The Captain walked over to Lothington. “We can do this gently, sir, or with force.” The threat was implied but understood.

Sex Down the Line © 2005 Emy Naso

Warning: This tale contains sexual situations, graphic sex, adult language, and light BDSM.

Available at Chippewa Publishing, Amazon.com, ebookad, and Fictionwise!

2005-04-17T12:11:00.000-05:00

NEW RELEASE!

MASTERPIECE

NANCY S. WARD

Scott Handler is an egotistical middle-aged painter who lives on a generous trust fund and resides in a loft overlooking Boston's Charles River. After a mild nervous breakdown, he paints a masterpiece called "Every Woman," which the critics claimed to be the Mona Lisa of the twenty-first century.

Scott lives for the limelight and in some ways honors "Every Woman" too intensely, at times thinking of the painting as if it were made of flesh. Fire threatens to destroy his masterpiece the night before it is ready to be hung in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. He is able to rescue the painting from harm but gives up far too much in order to save it. Soon after the fire, Scott realizes his mistake and is thrown into a whirwind of terror beyond his imagination.

Warning: This story contains violence and adult situations.

Excerpt

"Every Woman" and I reached a creative, egotistical, intellectual climax. Finally, finally, we were going to be famous.
I would not give up my accomplishment for anything, for anyone, and a human life became less important than my masterpiece.
Most would say I played the wrong hand and that the Joker card's smile seduced me. Certain cards in life are dealt to all of us. Some cards we are stuck with at birth and other cards we choose whether to play or fold. Let me tell you right now, that at one time or another in life, the Joker will smile as he deals you a card, just as he did to me. It'll be your decision and yours alone whether or not you touch the Joker's card, slide it towards you, and pull it near your heart.
The Joker is evil, and if you stare at his face long enough you'll see what I mean, and you'll learn that his unsettling grin could promise to give you unexpected fame as it did for me. Maybe it's in the form of stock options, land, a nauseating amount of money, or a lover who has a stomach so flat you could balance a tray on it.
The Joker card could end up killing you and he'll keep smiling as he takes a bite from your heart and spits it out, because what he's after is your soul--and he will get it.
You'll be eaten alive, just as I was.
I was so in love with my work that I began to think of Grace as non-human and that my painting was made of flesh. Few people in this crammed planet enter the spectrum I was part of--the height of satisfaction.
There's no crystal vase you can buy with enough sparkle, no amount of stock with enough potential, and no home beautiful enough to fill that empty room inside your heart when you have to admit to yourself that you spent too much time fussing with your lawn or too much time at the mall.
If I lost control of rational thought, it was my own choice, and I didn't feel sorry about it then.

Available at Chippewa Publishing and soon at Amazon.com and Fictionwise!

2005-04-14T13:00:00.000-05:00

NEW RELEASE!

IVONA KNIGHT, VAMPYRESS

SHANNON LEIGH

Bound by a promise to rid the earth of her enemy's kin, and cursed to harbor the beast that drove the horrid Prince of Wallacia to perform unspeakable acts of cruelty upon her loved ones, Ivona Knight has spent the last five hundred years fulfilling her pledge to obliterate the Dracula line--but she has done so with a price. She dares not develop friendships or fall in love, her engagements are nothing more than a temporary indulgence; for who-so-ever lingers by her side eventually falls to the lure of The Evil residing within her tainted soul.
Trapped inside a remote tavern by the hammering storm, which has cut off the electricity and continues to blast the walls outside with torrential waves of rain, wind, and hair-raising thunder, Ivona, along with a dozen or so other patrons, pass the time by telling stories. Although she has no interest in the coveted prize, Ivona hopes to gain insight on her latest prey. But as she conveys her tale, she senses a familiar presence emanating from one of the others, one that stirs emotions deep within her which only one other has ever evoked.

Has Ivona found her next target?

Or has she become the hunted?

Available through Chippewa Publishing, Amazon.com, and Fictionwise!

Sleepless nights and exhausting days...

2005-04-10T21:28:00.000-05:00

THAT is the life of an editor.

After spending almost twenty-seven hours editing, this Lady Editor is exhausted. Why in the hell did I do something as foolish as editing for that long, you ask? I love my authors. They depend on me to cradle their "babies" in my hands, gently stroking their words until they coo with happiness. I am their surrogate mother while I have them, and I am bound by honor to do my best to raise them as wonderful pieces of fiction, until they grow and mature into Book-adulthood. I must nurture their prose, feed their tender hearts, and send it back to their mother's or father's waiting arms--bringing parent and child back together again for a wonderious and exciting reunion.

Since I will be attending the Romantic Times Convention at the end of this month, I wanted to make sure I had as many edits completed as possible, so my authors will not feel like they are left hanging for a phone call from their children. I wanted to make sure that each "baby" and its parent had plenty of time to spend together while I am away on business--okay, a little pleasure too--in hopes that when I return from my trip, I can collect my "adopted babies" and have some fun with them.

Yes, I know that I probably sound like I am "out of my mind right now," but I assure you, I am not. I do hold these wonderful author's "babies" in my hands. They must count on me to take care of them while they are in my care. Manuscripts are a life-line for most Authors...it lives and breathes along side its creator. I believe EVERY living "creation" deserves to be treated with compassion, love, understanding. and respect--that is also true for these stories, which are born out of the Author's creative minds and flourish in their passionate hearts.

Yes, I am indeed tired and weary, but if you ask me if it is all worth it...my answer would be a resounding, YES!

2005-04-03T03:06:00.000-05:00

NEW RELEASE!

PAGING DR. JONES

GINGER SIMPSON

A new Medical Romance that will capture your heart!

As the groggy haze clears, Catherine raises her hand and gently touches her bandaged face. Suddenly, memories more painful than her injuries race back and she shudders at the thought of her ex-husband and his alcoholic rages. An unfamiliar voice at her bedside stills her fears and brings her a strange feeling of safety.
Dr. Jones has seen it all as a physician, but looking at his patient's battered and beaten body makes his blood boil. How could a man do this to a woman? At first his attempts to help her rid herself of future violence are out of concern, but before long it is something else that draws him to her bedside. There is something strangely familiar and comforting about her.
Rated romantic and for all audiences.

Available at Chippewa Publishing, Amazon.com, and Fictionwise!

2005-04-03T01:34:00.000-05:00

So many edits, so little time...

If I only had a Brain...

2005-04-03T00:52:00.000-05:00

One might wonder what I meant by that title. Well, to tell you the truth, I feel like I have lost my brain and must now wander around aimlessly in search of a new and improved one! LOL

Between working, family, trying to get things ready for RT05, and other crap buzzing through my mind, I fear that my brain is turning to jelly and slowly leaking out through my ears during the few hours I actually do sleep. lol (No comments from Jaynie! LOL) Honestly, I really need to get organized before my brain explodes and my authors find gray matter smeared across their manuscripts instead of the normal sea of red edits. lol

Now...do not get me wrong, I love my job and it is very fulfilling, but it can be quite demanding and at times, stressing. lol I could not imagine doing anything else right now, well, except for writing my own books. In time, I shall accomplish that daunting task.

For now, I find myself delving deep into an authors work--crawling in between and through their words, almost as if I was on an undercover mission of sorts--taking out one mis-spelled word here and sufficating a passive voice somewhere else along the line. I am so deeply involved in not only the story, but in the words themselves, that I see and hear nothing around but the task infront of me at the moment. This, of course, is beyond my DH's realm of understanding. lol I often find my self replying to my husband and children but not remembering what was said. LOL Thank goodness they have not caught on to where this could be of their benefit, yet. lol

As you can probably tell, I am very tired and somewhat in a crazy mood. I do not care if my grammar, spelling, or whatnot is correct at all--sue me. lol My head hurts, I am sick, and I just want to sleep for a week straight. lol Ah, but alas, I cannot. lol I must get back to work, choping and hacking away at another dear soul's work, in hopes of helping them attain their masterpiece.

I will be back to ramble another day on Expensive Hotels that do not offer free shuttle service to and from the airport for convention people staying in their hotel. LMAO

Take me back to Texas!

2005-03-21T14:51:00.000-05:00

Well, I am now home and I want to go back to Texas already! *sob*

When we arrived at the airport in Detroit, it was rainy, dreary, and so depressing. I immediately wanted to stay seatbelted to my seat and leave--if it were not for my family here in Michigan, I might have done just that.

Michigan always seems to be overcast, even in the summer. It is just not the same as it is in Texas. The sunshine there makes one feel good. The climate in Texas is so much more agreeable to me for some reason. I just feel better there--mentally and physically. I long for the day when we can pack up and move the heck out of Michigan to live in Texas. I will gratefully kiss Michigan good-bye and not shed a tear about it. Texas has so much more to offer people--I am not talking about the huge bugs or deadly creatures either! LOL

Texas hotels on the other hand tried to kill me. LOL The first hotel we were in, it seems they do not check their room funiture very often for maintainance issues and both chairs that were in my room were breaking and I did not know it, that is, until I went to get up off of one and it broke on me, sending me crashing to the floor and causing me to hit my head on the air conditioner. The next hotel had a tub that was so slippery, when I went to shut the shower curtain once inside of the tub, I slipped, fell out of the tub and landed halfway on the toilet and halfway in the tub. Needless to say, I am sore as hell now. I hurt my left ankle, left shoulder, left middle back/rib area and near the middle of my spine, and the whole left side of my lower back/butt area--just above the beginning of the tail bone--all the way to my hip. All I can say is that Texas hotels apparently want to kill me. LOL Oh...that sounds like a cool idea for a book! I have to write that one down! LOL

The whole time we were in the two hotels, my almost two-year-old son kept saying, "Ghosts, mama." I do not know where he got the word ghosts! When my mother and I questioned him about the "ghosts" and asked him where they were, he replied, "Died. Dead." That made my mother and I shudder. We have no clue where those two words came from either. It is all rather scary. lol My middle child, Elexis, was like this too though. She knew I was pregnant with my son two weeks before I even knew. She told me that I was pregnant with a baby boy and I needed to go to the doctor. I laughed at her then, that was until two weeks later when I went to the doctor because I thought I had the flu and found out I was indeed pregnant. When I found out it was also a boy later in my pregnancy, I was shocked. None of this should really surpise me though, my mother told me I was the same way. I knew things and felt things others did not. I still to this day experience it, but not to the degree that I used too.

Now that I am back home, I have tons of work to catch up on. I was not able to get much done while I was in Texas--my mom had us running around from sun up, until after sunset. That did not give me much time to accomplish much on my edits at all. *sigh*

Speaking of edits, I have to blog off for now, and get back to work. If I don't, my publisher is going to flog me to death. LOL Darn deadlines! LOL

Texas, Sex, and Hot Books!

2005-03-04T22:28:00.000-05:00

Texas--my home away from home!

Well, I leave Sunday for two glorious weeks in Texas. Can I tell you that I am so glad to get out of this winter hell called Michigan?
Texas is a wonderful state, full of hunky cowboys in chaps, and Crazy Erotica Authors! Wooooo hoooo! *waves to Dakota "Kota" Cassidy and Melissa "Mel" Schroeder*

While I am here, I want to tell you about Four Goddesses of Words--they are smart, funny, lovable, and crazy--crazy in a good way, that is! LOL They all write some of the best books around, never failing to leave a smile on your face, a tingle in your body, and a laugh or two escaping from your lips.

If you get a chance, check these FINE authors out!

Dakota Cassidy
http://www.dakotacassidy.com

Melissa Schroeder
http://authormelissaschroeder.com/

Isabella "Isy" Jordan
http://isabellajordan.com/

Michelle Hoppe
http://www.michellehoppe.com/

These women will definitly tell you a tale so hot--it will scorch your panties!

Dream Lover

2005-03-04T03:07:00.000-05:00

Kisses soft and sweet,
mere whispers on my skin.

Heated flesh upon flesh,
bodies now on fire.

Touch me, taste me, pleasure me,
where lucious dew does flow.

Impatient hands and wandering tongues,
seeking out passions treasure.

Quivering under the spell you cast,
over my body--my heart--my soul.

Lost within a world of flesh,
joined eternally by our love.

Your essence lingers in the air,
wrapping me in warmth and desire.

I am now lost,
lost without you here.

Memories are all I have,
until you next appear.

Copyright (c) 2005 Kimberly Burton

My Dark Romance

2005-03-03T02:07:00.000-05:00

Trapped beneath your heavy words,
my tender heart thus bruised.

Torn between love and hate,
the mystery remains.

Lingering between time and space,
torrid love songs of the past.

Memories of nights spent in passion,
thoughts clouded by promises and deceit.

Yesterday went by so fast,
now all that remains are remnants of you.

Copyright (C) 2005 Kimberly Burton

2005-03-03T02:01:00.000-05:00

Entice me with your words of passion...promise me nothing, just surrender your heart.

Ode to an Evil Twin

2005-02-24T01:00:00.000-05:00

Jaynie...oh, what can I say about dear Jaynie? She is this crazy-ass reviewer that likes to stalk me. LOL She follows me where ever I go--I do not know if it is because she likes me or she wants to tell me I have toilet paper hanging out of the top of my jeans. LOL
Jaynie is this wickedly cool lady that lives half way around the world from me. We are so alike in so many ways, I call her my EVIL TWIN. She is loud, brash, and very opinionated. God---I love this woman! Oh, please, not that way! LOL She tells it like it is--not caring whom she pisses off. She welcomes a challange no matter what it may be--bring it on, baby!
One of these days, Jaynie is going to be a famous author--Eat your heart out Jackie and Joan Collins! Jaynie will dish the dirt better than they ever will. She will make Howard Stern look like a children's fairytale character by the time she is finished. :) This lady is unique in so many ways, that I could not possibly discribe how special she is--and I do not mean in a goofy way. Well, I take that back--she calls everyone she knows "DUDE" no matter what gender they are. I think she has Penis Envy, but she does not want to admit it. :P

Funny-Smartass-sarcastic-crazy-loveable.

That is our Jaynie!