Sasha White

Friends can be a variety of people . From an aquaintance you felt you clicked with to your best friend that you talk to everyday.

Strangely, my Best Friends are the ones that I don’t talk to everyday. They’re the ones that live in different cities than I, and that have a seperate life but are there if I need them. We share joke emails, and we share important news. We can go months and months without talking, and there are no hurt feelings. Because we know the love is there, and the bond is strong.

I have a couple of very good friends too. Ones that I talk to every day, via the internet mostly (because I hate the phone) Some of my very good friends I’ve never met in person, but only through cyber space. I completely believe that a friendship can build this way. We talk, we laugh, we argue we fight.

The only lasting relationships I have with men, are with guys I’ve met over the internet. I’m not sure what to think of that yet. I’m sure there’s some psycho-analytical reason for it, but really, who cares?

When things started to really take off in July, as far as this writing career is concerned, there were a lot of mixed reactions to my news. When I called my parents to tell them about the first sale, my mom’s words were . . . “Good for you. Now you’re going to have to stop talking to your friends on the internet so much and write huh?”

:plain: Thanks for being so happy for me, Mom. And just so you know, those friends on the internet are the ones that push me to write more.

Don’t get me wrong. My mom is very supportive, and she encourages me to do whatever makes me happy. But, I don’t think she got it. You know what I mean? Same as everyday friends and co-workers. They knew I’d been working towards this, and they say congratulations, but that’s it. They don’t get what a big deal it is.

My cp’s were with me via email during a week of fast happenings, and they cheered me on and they got it. They knew what these deals were all about. They knew that it could be the start of something big for me. Some are there more than others, but I know they all get it, and I know that they are happy for me…and that they understand if my attention isn’t what it was for a little while.
They know that for now, these stories are my first priority, and that jokes and chatting will come once my intial panic/joy/adrenaline rush passes, and I feel like I’ve got my feet back under me.

Sadly, some things have changed. Some friends have started to treat me a bit differently, and it confuses me. I’m still me. I haven’t changed. I have been a bit more quiet lately simply because, I’m panicking, my very first hard deadline with one of these publishers is close, and I’m not completely done. I think that’s normal. But I’m a bit hurt by my friends lack of support, and understanding in what this means to me.

I forgave my daily friends when none of them even thought of having a drink with me, or dinner, or celebrating my sales in any way. Because despite the fact that they all knew it was something I’ve been striving for, to them, these things weren’t a big deal. Ditto my family. No one said, “Hey, let’s celebrate! You did it. You sold to a NY publisher!”

Anyway, last night a guy came into the bar. One I haven’t seen in months, but I’ve always enjoyed talking to. He wasn’t a close friend, or even someone I saw outside of work, but a nice guy that I could always count on for a good conversation with.

He asked me how my writing was going. Since I hadn’t seen him in months I started to tell him about the recent develeopments. The agent and the sales to NY. It was so great! He started to get real excited for me, and he seemed to truely understand the magnitude of what these things meant to me. His excitement for me made up for those that just said “cangratulations” and moved on. He sat at the bar and chatted with me for almost three hours. Listening, asking questions, and just generally being excited for me. It made me feel so good and happy.

Now, isn’t it strange that someone I’ve really considered nothing more than a regular customer that could hold a good conversation, was more excited for me that my every day friends? Was he more excited because he knows about publishing and business deals and stuff like that, or because he got the whole story in one shot, instead of as it happened?

After all this long ramble…the whole point of my post was to say THANK YOU, to my friends that I’ve met through the internet. To all of you who read my blog, and say congratulations, and share parts of yourselves with me in your comments and emails. Even though I’ve never met a lot of you in person, I truely feel that you are friends and I am so thankful for your support.

So, Uhmmm, Thanks.

Ok, sappy moment over.

It’s become apparent lately that my old way of living in the moment and going with the flow isn’t going to work all the time. There are somethings in life that need to be planned, and I’m learning the hard way that I have to learn how to plan fast.

More on that later. For now, I’m happy to say my house is starting to look like a home. I finally have curtains up in my bedroom , instead of a sheet over the window, and my Kitchen cupboards are almost done being painted. Did I mention I’ve lived here for almost 3 years?

I’m quite happy qith all I got done today writing wise. Not as uch as i wanted to get done, not near as much as I needed to get done, but still more than I’ve done lately. AND inthe writing area of life….there are a few things going on.

1) In an effort to help Larissa out in the aftermath of that bitch Katrina’s visit to the Gulf Coast, there’s a few items up for auctionyou might be interested in. Help her out…go bid something likethis eBoook Bundle from me. Or this Bundle of erotica/romantica books donated by a couple of us. And remeber The two Black lace Anthologies have lots of short stories in them by various authors. Cece and Sylvia both have stories inteh Sex On Holiday anthology, and I have one inthe Sex In The Offcie one. (Katie and Joe’s beginnings)

2) Also The Romance Studio is holding a promotion this month with Movie Trivia. What do you do, you pick a cover from one of the donating authors, and try to guess what their favorite movie is from the trivia question posted. Gypsy Heart is my contribution..so if you want a free download, go take a guesse at what my favorite movie is. :)

More Writing Work! Yahooo!.

I was given the chance, and have eagerly agree to jump on it. The job? A single author collection of three novellas, all in one book. A book of three novellas all by me! Yay! :hehe:

So, I won’t be neeeding to do up a proposal or ideas until Dec or so, but I can’t help but thinking. I have pretty much free rein with this, and I’d like your help, as readers. What would you like to see, a collection of connected stories? Or three totally different ones?

These are erotica stories, of course. And I know what my own preferance is, but I’m wondering what readers prefer. So give an opinion please! :)

In other news, I’m starting my editing process of THE CRIB. Starting at Chapter 1 and filling in plot holes and correcting small things, fleshing out the characters. I’m hoping to get most of this done right away, and that it’ll help me figure out exactly how to do this final chapter. I know what I want to have happen, but I’m stalled on it. So this way, I’m hoping to get the flow of the whole story, and just sail into the ending. ;)

OH! And I saw a new show on TV last night. SUPERNATURAL….was very good! I’m hooked. Anybody else see it?

I’m a little forgetfull, or disorganized. Either way, I double booked myself for today. I agreed to work an extra shift at the restaurant, (a day shift no less!) AND I’m party hostess on the Red Room Yahoo Loop this afternoon from 4-7 EST. That will now be form 4:30 -7 since I don’t get home from work until then.

The Lovely Lisa Renee Jone will cover for me until I get home.

I’m telling you all, I’ve been on the Red Room loop when we have a party before, and it’s fun!! You need to check this out. We’ll have giveaways, excerpts, quizes and lot’s of general chatter and laughs. Oh, And Bad Girl Vivi Anna will be the hostess when I’m done. I hope she’ll pop in early to play with us. She’s Canadian, a bit of a pervert, (I like that in a person), and wicked fun!!

I hope to see you all there!!

Devon is The Man in THE CRIB, my first novella for Kensington.

Him and Lexy are pretty hot together. Here’s a short bit of one of his best scenes. :P

UNEDITED EXCERPT:
“Strip.”

We�d just stepped into the motel room and I�d went straight to the bedside table to flick on the lamp there, but froze at his command. My heart kicked in my chest and my nipples hardened to the point of pain.

I turned on my heel and saw Devon shrug out of his jacket before he dropped into the upright chair next to the small table just inside the door. If any other man had spoken to me in that tone I�d kick his ass, but when I saw tenderness lurking below the heat in his intense gaze, his attitude became exciting, not demeaning.

Reaching up I played with the top button on my blouse. Keeping my eyes on him I moved from one
the next, slipping them through the holes, without moving closer to him or saying a word. When my blouse hung open I slipped one hand under the cloth and cupped a breast. Scraping my fingertip across my nipple it stiffened even more, aching for a firmer touch.

“Take it off. The bra too” Devon�s voice was husky with arousal, his own hand drifting over his groin to make an adjustment. �I want to see you touch yourself.�

With slow sure movements I slipped the blouse from my shoulders, and removed the black push up bra I�d been wearing. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and cupped the weight of a breast in each hand, squeezing lightly while I pinched my nipples between finger and thumb.
Arrows of pleasure shot from nipple to groin and a sigh of longing spilled from my lips. It felt good, but I wanted him.

Opening my eyes I watched him watch me as I reached back and undid the clasp on my skirt. With a little shimmy of my hips the skirt dropped to the ground and I stood in front on him naked but for my thong, and my shoes.

Unwilling to let him know just how much I wanted him to touch me I sat on the edge of the bed across form him and spread my legs crudely.

Licking a finger I trailed it down the center of my chest, across my belly and slipped it beneath the elastic edge of my panties. Devon�s lips parted and his tongue darted out as he watched the movement beneath the black lace.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“So good,” I whispered, shocking myself by answering him, egging him on. “Slick and wet. Ready to be filled.”

A low groan rumbled out of him and he made quick work of the buckle of his chaps, as well as his jeans. In seconds he had both pushed low on his hips and his cock bobbed out in the open, hard, thick and proud. My mouth started to water as his fingers stroked it lightly up and down.

“Take off your panties.”

When I hesitated for a second his eyes met mine. “Please.”

Some men might think saying please to a woman made them less, but Devon was confident and assured, and the word flowing from his lips only made me want to do whatever he asked. With one quick move I was rid of the thin lace.

I’m getting mad at myself. I’m still not finished this novella. Not sure why I’m taking so long. I’m enjoying the stor, I even know where it’s going next. But I can’t seem to make myself stay seated at the computer. and when I do, I just want to surf the net. Ahhh, I think it might be the seasons changing. Silly reason, but honestly, the days are getting Blah, and I really just want to sleep all day.

Not a big deal since I prefer to work at night. But then at night I keep creeping over to my T0-be-read pile of books and trying to start one.

I feel like reading, not writing. What’s up with that?

My editor at Kensington LOVED the first half of THE CRIB!! Normally I don’t send half of a story in to the editor, let alone a half of the first draft! But I was a bit anxious because it’s a new publisher, a new editor, and I wanted to make sure I was on track for what they wanted from me.

John’s commments; “Woo-hoo! I love it. Very hot, very sexy! Keep doing what you’re doing.”

:D :hehe: :laugh:

So it’s full speed ahead to finish the story this weekend!

If y’all are interested in winning some prizes, be sure to check out my updatedContest page. When you take a look at that you’ll see some info on a new group of authors I’ve hooked up with. The Muses are a great bunch of authors…and to launch our new group we’ll be chatting from 2pm -12 pm EST on the FAR Chatters Yahoo Group! All day long we’ll be posting excerpts and answering questions. Drop in and say hi!!

That make me think:
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
~Eleanor Roosevelt

In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man; if you want anything done, ask a woman.
~Margaret Thatcher, stateswoman

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.
~Erica Jong, author

That make me Smile:
If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun.
~Katherine Hepburn, actress

When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I’ve never tried before.
~Mae West, actress

If the world were a logical place, men would ride sidesaddle.
~Rita Mae Brown, author

It’s Wednesday already? Sept 7th?

Where has the time gone? My Lord, I really think I am living in my own world at times. It’s almost an alternate universe. In SashaLand, the weather is nice, the computer is fast, the time is slow, so’s the pizza delivery guy, and I only need to do laundry once every three weeks.

Ok, in reality, I spent most of the weekend writing, but I’m still not done THE CRIB. (almost 3/4 done) I got a bit done on BOUND, (which will be the Berkley novel) and I did up the one page idea for my next Kensington novella. Oh, and I did laundry and went to the gym a couple times. :D

Late Monday night (or early Tuesday morning, depending on if you live in the real world or SashaLand) I sent the new story idea to my editor, along with the first half of THE CRIB. I think he’ll like the story idea. I think it’ll rock. (Psst! It’s another bad girl story.) However, I’m anxiously awaiting his comments on the first half of THE CRIB. I’m not normally so tense about things like this, but it’s my first story for Kensington, and I want to get it right. So I’m trying to forget I sent it to him so I don’t panic that he’s read it, and is now taking his time trying to find a way to let me down gently.

In an effort to take my mind off it, I accepted a date with a guy I met from that online ad I place a long time ago. I haven’t actually checked the mailbox on it in a long time, not after that man 1 fiasco, however, Beth and I were chatting the other day about my lack of relationships, and I figured I’d check it out again.

He looked really nice, his profile wa great. We chatted on instant messenger for a bit, had a lot in common, said let’s meet for a drink. So, after a day of writing and checking my email every 5 mins waitign for a response from my editor, I showered and made an effort to step out of SashaLand.

He stood me up.

OK, so he emailed an hour before I was supposed to meet him to say he wouldn’t make it. But I’d already left as it takes me 20 minutes to drive to the meeting place, and since the cafe was in the mall, I decided to stop at the bookstore before seeing him. Still, an hour is cutting it close isn’t it?

I’m new to this dating stuff…tell me… should I give the guy another chance? I think I’ll see how much effort HE makes to try and connect again. ;)

Maybe I’ll stop wearing my headphones at the gym too. Beth says then maybe one of the hot guys there will try and chat me up. That would impress me, because that would mean he’d have looked past the fact that I don’t comb my hair before I go the gym, and I wear the biggest baggiest tshirt possible

Help me out here people? Any advice on how to get a date?

Need I say More?