My Next Crochet Project: TINY WHALES!

Also, for those of you who are keeping track of my crochet progress, I’ve been on a teeny tiny turtle kick, creating tiny tortoise masterpieces of cuteness.

My next project will be these teeny tiny WHALES. They will be friends with all the little turtles that I’ve been making. The picture posted below is not my own crafting by any means. You can click on it, though, and go to the blog where the pattern comes from. I’m sure when I post a picture of my first whale, it will look like crap. But, I’ll get better as I go along, and you will all know me as an awesome writer and an awesome crochet…er?


Something Warm to Drink

I don’t know about you, but it’s just about freezing in my house now that winter is approaching. Well, maybe not freezing, but it’s nippy, that’s for sure. The cold and I do not get along very well. I much rather stay curled up and cozy in my bed, away from the frosty elements. Sometimes, I do just that! But most of the time, I have to get up and do adult things like go to work, and do my laundry, and…oh yeah. Write

The other day, my husband and I went over to Jamie Michele’s house for a wonderful dinner and some poker, and she served a most yummy spiced tea that warmed you from the inside out. So, I’m sharing a version of the recipe that I’ve found online. Hopefully, you can all enjoy it and warm right up and get that writing done!


1 1/3 c. Tang
1/2 c. sugar
1/2 c. instant tea
1/2 tsp. cloves
Combine ingredients and store in tightly covered jar.For 1 serving: Place well rounded teaspoon of mix in a cup, fill with boiling water.

For 1 quart: Dissolve 1/2 cup mix in 1 quart boiling water.

Or use lemon flavored unsweetened or sugar sweetened instant tea.


New Cover Art for The Revolutionary Mistress!

This is for The Revolutionary Mistress, due out in January by Harlequin’s Spice Briefs:

The Revolutionary Mistress


Barmaid Mariette hates that she’s had to resort to giving favors to men for a few extra francs, but everyone is scrambling for money with the revolution boiling out of control. Even so, Mariette enjoys her illicit activities—particularly when she meets Rene, a caring, handsome patron whom she desires even more than his coin.


But Mariette has also caught the eye of a revolutionary who makes her share his bed and one of his missions. A mission that plunges Mariette deeper into the revolution when she’s tasked with seducing a rich lord and Rene at the same time….


The Details!

Quick post before I go to bed!

I accepted the three-book offer from Entangled Publishing!It is for my YA urban fantasy series, starting with the first book, LUMINOSITY.

Now, what I really need people to do, is to support my alter-ego, Stephanie Thomas, by visiting my blog and my webpage (where you can read excerpts), and oh! My twitter, which is stephthomasbook.

Thank you in advance for helping me build my platform!

My Crocheting Adventure and Contest!

Recently, I’ve taking up crocheting, in hopes that whenever I do manage to get pregnant, I can make a baby blanket for future baby. I’m still a complete newb at crocheting, mind you, but it’s something that I can do to wind down, and since I’m between manuscripts right now, I’ve decided to pick my hook up and be a little silly.

Behold the results:


     This is a jellyfish.

          This is a monster. Rar!


In the spirit of my crocheting adventureness, I am going to offer one, custom-made monster that looks almost exactly like the one above. What do you have to do to win? Just comment to this post and you are in! Contest will end on 10/14.  You know you want one. You really, really do.

Baltimore Book Festival and My First Reading

This weekend was the Baltimore Book Festival, and despite its rough start, I think it went very well. I participated in a panel and reading held on behalf of the Maryland Romance Writers, and I was proud of myself for doing so well. It was my very first time on a panel, and I managed to not flub up what I wanted to say, or to stall on any questions.

The reading made me most nervous, though, since I was the only person on the panel who was reading erotica, and saying all those naughty things is very nerve-wracking. I managed to pick a pretty tame portion of my book, The Queen’s Consort, though, and all went well.

I’m also making some progress in the publishing world, or at least, I jumped back on the bandwagon and started to submit the finished manuscripts that I have, I just haven’t been doing anything with them. This has lead to one revise and resubmit from my editor (which is awesome!), and I’ve sent out a book proposal for my thesis work, which also makes me feel great because I’ve worked very hard on that manuscript so far, and I’d love to see it go to a good home.

As far as finding a new agent, that’s still a work in progress, but I’m waiting to hear back from a couple of agents whom I’ve very, VERY interested in, so-much-so that I haven’t bothered to send out any more queries.

Being agent-less has been a very difficult journey, but I think I’ve been handling it well and doing all I can for myself without having the extra help around. I won’t lie, I miss having someone I can go to with my questions, but I also don’t miss the deception I was put through as well.

So, keep your fingers crossed for me and my queries and my manuscripts! We’d all appreciate it!

A New WIP: What do you think?

This is a new work in progress that I’m kicking around. It’ll be a historical romance. Victorian.


The night was bitterly cold, the shutters were banging against the wall, and Charlotte would not stop running around the dinner table. Lord Andrew Howe found it to be more than annoying, all of it, though he couldn’t stop any of it. The wind wasn’t going to stop blowing because he told it to, and Charlotte wasn’t going to go away any time soon.
                About a month ago, Andrew’s sister, Lady Margret, perished in a carriage accident. Though he told her that she shouldn’t be traveling during such a precocious winter, Margret was as social as ever, and she refused to stay inside for long. Her buggy slid off the road and into a tree, crushing both his sister and the coachman. They were found a few days later by another daring passerby, out to brave the weather. The cold had preserved Margret’s body, for which Andrew was thankful. At least he could give her a proper funeral, one that would honor his sister’s beauty and ever-social nature.
                Margret was a widow as well. Her husband died from a terrible fever while she was pregnant with Charlotte. It was a terrible blow, but Margret didn’t really love her husband anyway, so she suffered little. After her mourning period was over, she was right back to being the life of parties everywhere. She sparkled and had the brightness of a star, but not anymore.
                Now Charlotte was Andrew’s responsibility, one that he had no idea how to handle. Andrew could manage his lands and direct his already-small housing staff, but when it came to children, he was at a loss.
                “Charlotte – why don’t you…just not do that?” His words were tentative and unsure. Should he be asking a child a question? Shouldn’t he telling her what to do instead? Why could he manage others, but not this five-year-old girl with barrel curls that bounced every lap she skipped around the table. She was all Andrew had left of his sister, and she looked every bit like her too.
                “No, thank you!” Charlotte chirped and continued her rounds.
                Andrew slid his pointer finger and thumb across the bridge of his nose. The child was impossible, obviously spoiled by her mother during her short, five year life. “Well then, I think it is about time to turn in. Let’s go.” He pushed his chair out, the legs scraping across the hardwood floors. The dining room was expansive, made to host dozens of people, but Andrew never kept it filled. He was the opposite of his sister, nothing like the social butterfly, perching on one flower and then gliding to another. No, Andrew’s dining room remained vacant, and his ballroom, and his receiving room…the whole house had an empty feeling that encapsulated it.
                At the mention of bedtime, Charlotte stopped skipping and stomped her right foot on the ground. “I don’t want to.”
                “But you will. You must.” Andrew was running out of patience with his niece. He reached out and carefully took her by the arm in order to lead her to her plush quarters, quarters that were meant to be inhabited by a woman twice this girl’s age. He’d give anything to Charlotte, though, even if it’s just to stop her from asking where her mother is, or breaking down in a fit of tears when Andrew has to remind her that Margret is dead.
                Charlotte dragged her feet the whole way down the dark hallway. They passed busts of Andrew’s father, and his grandfather, and other notable figures that came in and out of the Howe family’s life. Margret always though they were scary, the way the stared into nothingness. Andrew’s former lover, Lady Elise, demanded that they go upon any marriage that might have come. It never did come, and so the statues remained.
                Once they reached the bedroom, Andrew began to unlace his niece’s tiny dress while she squirmed and stomped her feet petulantly. Getting her into her nightgown happened to be an ordeal every night, and to think, how many years would Andrew have to put up with this fight by himself? Lady Elise was now out of the question, run off with some other man who had much more “spirit” than Andrew. He promised himself he wasn’t going to love another woman ever again after Elise stole his heart. It was too painful the first time around, and Andrew didn’t consider himself a man of soft emotion.
                “Tell me about mother.” Charlotte demanded as she stepped up onto the stool at the side of her bed and climbed under the covers. “I want to hear a story about mother.”
                Andrew sighed. It also pained him to talk about Margret, the only other woman in his life whom he could trust. “What kind of story do you want to hear? Do you want to hear about when she went to Lord Davenport’s ball and everyone admired her for how beautiful she was?”
                Charlotte shook her head and all the curls flew about her face. Andrew should probably roll her hair up, but he had no energy to do so. He wasn’t any good at it either, and Charlotte’s curls always fell flat or uneven the next day. Besides that, getting the child to stay still for much more than a minute was mostly impossible. “No, because I already know how beautiful mummy was.”
                “And how do you know that?” Andrew soundly tucked her into the bed.
                “Because I am beautiful, just like mummy.”
                “That you are.” Andrew couldn’t bring himself to kiss Charlotte’s forehead goodnight. Her statement was so like Margret that it pained him. Instead, he patted her on the top of the head and swiftly exited the room.

Reviewers Wanted!

I am looking for a handful of reviewers who wouldn’t mind reviewing my Spice Brief, THE QUEEN’S CONSORT. It’s a short, sexy read, I promise! If you are up for it, leave me a comment or contact me through twitter or email and I’ll provide you with a book code if I have any more left.

Thank you ahead of time!