Sasha White

This is an older pic of Josh….uhmmm, Josh… Sawyer from LOST. LOL I can’t remember his real name right now. I prefer to think of him as Sawyer anyway. He’s looking pretty clean cut huh? But he’s still got that look in his eyes, and those lips that beg for mine.

This is the lovely promo Blurb that is posted at ROMANCE DIVAS to get the word out about my chat. I’m celebrating new releases, and want to party with readers and writers a like… so if you have an interest in the behind the scenes of writing, or just want to come chat and party online with me…Join us TONIGHT!

Wondering if it’s possible to juggle two publishers-or more?

So join us to help her celebrate … And find out what important lesson’s she’s learned in her first year with NY houses.

On the weekend of my 19th birthday I went to a psychic convention. No, I’m not psychic, it was my first visit time going for a reading. I walked around the arena full of booths and tables with placards that offered all sorts of things. Palm readings, tarot readings, energy readings, numerology and Past Life readings. It was a smorgasboard.

Before I finished my first walk through of the arena, one booth really caught my attention. Monday Jones was his name.
That was 17 years ago, and I still remember his name. I also still have the tape of the reading he gave me. Although I don’t listen to it often (I’d say maybe every 5or 7 years) certain things stick in my mind, and pop into my head at the oddest moments. And when one of his warnings or comments does that, I pay attention.

I find it very amusing that, even though I’d never really thought about being a writer, other people saw it in me. I remember Monday Jones gripping my pinky finger during the palm reading and saying, “And you have a little bit of a writer in you.” It surprised … and thrilled me.

You see, i’ve always been one of those people who never really had a specific dreeam career or a drive to have a specific job. I travel, I waitress, I bartend, I’ve worked as a photo lab technition, a martial arts instructor, a personal security guard, hmmm what else have I done? I’ve been a sales girl at The Gap, an all night stock supervisor for WalMart and a restaurant manager. When I was in my mid-twenties I gave being a travel writer a brief thought. But after writing the first draft of one artcile I went back to waitressing two jobs and never thought about it agian until I was in South Africa four or five years ago.

Then I decided to actually give it a shot as a writer. But I lacked direction. I wanted to write travel stories, fiction, thrillers, erotica, screenplays. After signing up for an online writing course to help me out…I was pointed to the direction of starting with erotica because of my salacious imagination. ;)

A few months ago, maybe even a year ago, as I finished my shopping and was leaving a department store, someone called my name. It was a girl I’d gone to high school with and hadn;t seen since I was 17. We chatted for a bit, those of you that have been reading my blog a whie might remember this becasue I blogged abotu how everyone we talked about, all our old friends, were all maried with kids and such now…except me. However, one thing that sticks fro me there is also that when I’d mentioend to this old school frined that I was writing now, her reply was. “Well, you always were a writer.”

It had shocked me, because while I do remember doing a couple of friends essays for them, I myself had never thought of myself as a writer or enjoying it or doing it as a career until years later.

I’m not sure why I’m blogging about this today, just that sometimes it seems funny that others see us so much more clearly than we see ourselves.

So tell me…. what did you want to do with your life when you were in high school contemplating the future, and have you attempted to chase the dream? If not, what stopped you?

So last week I chatted with a couple of guys online from the online dating thing…and I was pretty excited about meeting them. I set a time to chat to one of them, and he gave me his number as well, so I excitedly waited until that time, then signed in online and he wasn;t online, so I called, thinking I was supposed to since he’d given me his number. There was no answer so I left a message, and got an email the next day telling me he’d been golfing and he hadn’t been able to call me back becasue I never left a number.

Now,none of this is a huge big deal, but to me..it told me he wasn’t someone I’d probably get along with. Why? Becasue we made plans to be online, and he wasn;t there, or reachable by phone at the set time. That would’ve been okay if there was a great reason, and golfing could be a good reason on a nice summer day, however, why couldn’t he have emailed and just said “Hey, I’ve got a chance togolfing so I’m not goign to be around to chat. We’ll try again later.” Or somethign liek that?

Ok, so it happened fast and he didn;t thinkto email me. But he also never even came close to apologizing for, basically, standing me up. Instead, he implied it was my fault we never chatted becasue I didn;t leave him my phone number when I left a message. None of these things are huge, but to me, they do show either a lack of respect, or an inability to accept responsability..or somethign…not sure exactly what it was about the situation that had me write him off my list mentally…and spend the weekend happily watching the last season of Buffy on DVD instead of making more plans to meet him. Then I read my horoscope for this week…check it out.

“You have excellent perceptions concerning a potential admirer. This person needs a little more scrutiny. You should withhold your trust a little longer. Focus on actual actions rather than his or her words.”

Okay, I wasn;t planning on yapping about my writing today…but…..

BOUND is number THREE on the Barnes and Noble Bestselling Erotica list today!!

To CELEBRATE… I’m doing a giveaway. To enter, just post in the comments who your favorite characters are from one of my stories…and you’ll be entered to win a free book of your choice from my available Backlist!

You have all of today to enter..and I’ll announce the winner tomorrow!

Weekend Winner of a copy of PURE SEX (or a suprise goody if she’s already got the book) is MAY.
May, email me to claim your prize, and I’m working on finding a drooling smiley for everyone

In Daily life…I was going to blog about the fact that I’ve now lost 16 pounds since the end of April.
It’s finally starting to come off, and not a moment too soon. I was worried I wouldn’t see much progress before I really started to hermit and hit the next book. Because when I relly get into the writing is when I seem to gain more and more. So, my next deadline is Sept 1st, and August will be all abotu getting that book finished and sparkly, so I’m glad to knwo this weight loss program is working. That knowledge will help me to actually stick to it when I get closer to my deadline.

I’ve also sort of lost interst in men again. I think my heros are just too damn hot. lol. For a while there, when I wasn’t really focusing on dealines and such, I was feeling a bit lonely, but now it’s passed. I wonder if the fact that I finally watched season 6 and 7 of BUFFY this past weekend has anythign to do with this change. I did have a chance to go out with a new guy from the online ad thing, but I was more interested in the Buffyverse than him.

Okay,…so in THE CRIBhe drives a black and red Indian Spirit…and he has stubble, but it basically shaved…this is still him…the photo is just a year old..and the Spirit is a new bike. *grin*

There was a drool-worthy black, red and chrome Indian Spirit parked at the curb in front of the bar. Since I didn’t recognize the bike, and there certainly couldn’t be many of those beauties around, I guessed it was Devon’s. But he wasn’t anywhere I could see.

With a glance up and down the street, I took a couple steps and checked around the corner.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw a beat-up Ford idling halfway down the alley. Devon was bent over at the waist, passing something inside to the driver. He straightened up, shook his head sharply and patted the roof of the car as he turned to walk back the street.

I knew the second he saw me. He steps didn’t falter, and his posture never changed, but I knew. And I knew it bothered him. The car pulled away quickly, and I cursed the fact that I couldn’t read the plate from that distance.

Devon’s loose-limbed gait was almost predatory as he came toward me. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened at the same time I realized that Devon might just be the man I was looking for, the killer.

My mind raced and my body screamed at me not to think. Thinking was bad. Thinking meant no more mind-blowing orgasms from this man.

Shit!

Our eyes locked as he came toward me and a shiver danced down my spine. A good shiver . . . a yummy shiver of anticipation.

“You all done here?”

I nodded slowly, eyes still locked with his while I tried to get my body back under control and process what I’d just seen. “Who was that?”

He eyed me, his grey eyes sharp and measuring. The look of someone with something to hide. “Just a friend.”

“You have a lot of friends that hang out in dark alley’s in the middle of the night?”

“Some.” His lips titled up at one corner. “You ready to go?”

We eyed each other for minute, both of us waiting to see what I would do next. Giving myself a mental headshake, I cupped a hand over his groin, and stepped close enough that my lips brushed against his when I answered, “The real question is . . . are you ready?”

His hand came up and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last millimeter until his mouth came down on mine. His fingers clenched and with slow steady pressure he bent my head back, taking complete control of the kiss.

Firm lips, agile tongue, and sharp teeth ravaged my mouth chasing all thoughts from my mind. My fingers curled inward, gripping him, and I squirmed closer to the hard male body in front of me.

“Ack!”

The sharp cry slipped out when the hand pulled my head back sharply, ripping my mouth away from his, and bringing me back to earth with a slam.

“What do you think, Alexis?” His eyes bore into mine. “Am I ready?”

It was in that moment that I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. Hell I wasn’t thinking at all!

My instincts told me Devon was the man I wanted, but not the one I hunted. But for once, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could trust them.

“I think it’s time you take me home.”

He planted a hard and fast kiss on my lips before he stepped around me and went for the bike at the curb. He pulled a plain black skullcap out of one of the studded saddlebags, and handed it to me before throwing a leg over the bike. Feeling the seductive thrill of danger and lust sweep through me, I climbed on behind him, tucking my skirt under my butt.

It soon became apparent to me that I was stuck between heaven and hell. Being on a motorcycle is always a high. But cradling Devon’s hard body between my bare thighs while the low growl of the motorcycles engine vibrated against my sex was its own kind of purgatory.

As if sensing this, as soon as I directed Devon to the nearby Motel where I’d rented a room, he reached for one of my hands and placed it between his legs. Right on the hard cock that I’d been so desperate to ride earlier that night. The whole time my hand explored his size, shape, the fullness of his balls, I wondered exactly who he was, what he’d been up to in the alley, and how the hell he knew my full name was Alexis.

So… tell me what do you think of Devon, and be entered to win a free copy of THE CRIB. I’ll pick the winner Monday Morning.

Okay, So this might not be abig deal for some, but I’ve only ever had flowers given to me once before. By my best friend who felt sorry for me when she found out I was 30 and had never been given flowers before. LOL

It’s not a big deal, (not getting them) I buy them for myself sometimes when I feel the need. Like Thursday, the day after the booklaunch, I bought myself a smallpot of lilies. Then I went in to work tonight…and learned that Kelly, on of my friends/co-worker, who hadn’t made it to the book party , had bought me a HUGE boquet of flowers!! I MEAN HUGE. It has lilies, and rosed, and gerber daisies as well as greens and I thinkeven Mint…. When I was driving home from work, and it was inthe passsenger seat next to me, it was the same hight as I was.

I have a picture of them both, but my photo program is being stubborn so I’ll have to post it another time. I just had to share the news now. LOL

Also…SATURDAY… starting at NOON EST, myself, Bonnie, and Lucinda will be on the Aprhodisia Readers and Fans Loop talking about our new release..PURE SEX. Excerpts and prizes and lots of fun..so join us!

The launch party for BOUND went very well. The staff at Audrey’s were fantastic! They’d done up some posters and had them on the windows and a real table set up for signing. And they had a seperate area cleared and set up with chairs for everyone where I could speak or do a reading. When I talked to them on Tuesday, to see what I needed to do or if I should bring anything in, and they told me I’d be required to chat or do a reading, I admit it… I had a small panic attack.

After a while I calmed down by simply reminding myself that I can talk to anyone. Which is true. If there’s one thing that being a waitress/bartender has taught me, it’s how to talk to people. I picked a bit of BOUND to read out loud, (the start of chapter 2) but as I tried to read it out loud at home I realized that I couldn’t do it. Better to just talk. lol. The best thin was, where they had it set up for me to talk, there was a little podium so I felt almost liek I was behind the bar. And I blabbed!! LOL

‘There wasn’t a huge crowd, and about 3/4 of it was family and friends, but there were also several people who weren’t family or friends so I was quite thrilled with that. All in all, a Wednesday night downtown signing … I loved it! It really brought a lot home to me, and it was truly a celebration.

Thanks to everyone who came by, and to all of you who read my blog and show an interest in me and what I do. I truly appreciate it.

My very first Book Launch Party!

AUDREY’S BOOKS here in Edmonton is holding a book launch party for me tonight at 7:30! It’s my first and I feel a bit like a virgin.

There will be drinks, and me chatting about my book, and then a book signing where Hopefully everyone will want to buy my book!!

Also what I thought was very cool, is that Audrey’s has it under EVENTS on their website, and it says that if people can’t make the party, they’ll reserve signed copies for them. Isn’t that nice??

So, in honor of my booksigning, here’s a steamy excerpt from BOUND

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oh hell..it’s for all of us really