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Playing Wolf is Wildfire Staff Pick!!
Weee!!! *tigger dances* Check it out…Wildfire Newsletter Issue 186
*giggle*
Yeah, I’m up earlier with waaaaaayyyyy too much coffee!!
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The ongoing list of Universal Truths for authors
1 – synopsis are the devil. Write them as you go alone otherwise they become a creature of nightmare designed purely to torment you.
2 – The closer your deadline the more likely you are to develop a hither-toe unknown fetish for the word ‘obviously’ or some other henious crime against literature.
3 – Computers hate you. They delight in eating ms. Remember this. Back up reguarly.
4 – As soon as you sit down to write, your entire company of family and freinds WILL decide this is the perfect time to visit.
5 – Chapter nine is not a good place to rename your hero.
Can you think of anymore? Leave a comment!
New Concept cover: Angel
Every so often I see a picture and a whole story starts to work itself around it. I’m a very visual person as well, so I tend to create concept ‘cover’s’ for stories I’m working on. It gives me the ‘feel’ of the book at a glance. A couple of weeks ago I saw a picture that just screamed ‘me, me, ME!’
Today I sat down and worked it up into a mock cover for an angel story.
Random thoughts from mid-week
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Greetings and Saulutai salutata Salutatio…buggarit…HEYA!
Okay, maybe I may have had too much sugar/coffee/vodka (delete as applicable) today but hey, we made it to wednesday again! Actually, we’re ALREADY at wednesday?!? Holy crap, how did that happen?
Someone’s stealing time! Oh wait, that could make a good story…*makes note*
Anyway, thought I’d do a quick check in just to reassure you all that I’m still alive in the writing cave. The gifts of chocolate and coffee have been gratefully recieved and have sustained much work on my current wip, Reaper.
We also have a GREAT new review in for Knight’s woman and…*drum roll please*… a newFB fan page thingie over at http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Brit-with-Bite-Romance-Author-Mina-Carter/109965902389738. Many thanks to Nicole who set it all up for me and I’m pleased to report I haven’t managed to break it (yet) 
There are some great quotes from Reaper already up on the page and Nic’s started a discussion off over there if you feel like joining in!
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Knight’s Woman gets five kisses!!!
Weeee! Just got the link for a wonderful review for Knight’s Woman so I thought I’d share
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5446&Itemid=36
Back in the saddle again…
So after a bit of a go with depression (long story, suffered with it for years) I’ve finally given myself the kick in the arse I need and gotten back into the swing of things. So expect things to change around here!
So, what have we got? First off the website actually WORKS now. I got so sick and tired of buying premium themes that DIDN’T DAMN WELL WORK that I knuckled down and coded what I want myself. Most of it’s in place now but there will be a few tweaks as we go along. If you notice something that doesn’t work properly, drop me a line at mina AT mina-carter.com and I’ll fix it pronto!
On the agenda now is writing. Lots of. I have stories that had backed up a little to be finished and some joint projects that I’m giving serious attention to at the moment. I’ll let you know as things progress.
Other than that I’ve been on a serious Supernatural kick recently, so I leave you with something pretty to look at…
Knight’s Woman – out now!!
Knight’s Woman
Mina Carter
Kurt Drake
ISBN 978-1-59578-719-4
The United Terran Colonies are under attack. Desperate for pilots to combat the enemy raiders the Fleet puts out an all pilots call, hoping to fill their empty fighter squadrons. A call ignored by ex-con Radha Kaden, who figures she doesn’t owe anyone anything. Since a pilot’s life expectancy is slightly less than that of your average lemming, she steers well clear.
Then a bar brawl violates the terms of her release and she has a choice. Go back to Acheron, the harshest prison facility in the combined systems, or pilot a fighter…
Thanks to high casualty rates Wing Commander Davin McAvoy constantly needs new pilots. Dead men can’t fly Valkyries nor can they protect the base or her crew. When he’s told he’s getting that rarest of creatures—an experienced pilot—he’s ready to throw a party. Until he finds out not only is his new pilot an ex-con but she’s a woman too. Both unforgiveable sins in Davin’s book.
Until he meets her and sparks that have nothing to do with the war fly…
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Coming soon, Man about the House!
Wicked Wraiths: Man About the House
by Mina Carter
cover art by Mina Carter
ISBN: 978-1-60521-400-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Wicked Wraiths
Length: Novella
When Janelle’s friend offers to help with the housework, she doesn’t think it will include any hocus pocus. Not convinced it will work Janelle recites the incantation and summons a domestic god. He cooks. He cleans. He even does the ironing. The trouble is Corvin isn’t your typical wraith. In fact, he’s not a wraith at all but a demi-god looking for love…
Wicked Wraiths: Man About the House
Mina Carter
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Copyright ©2010 Mina Carter
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Like most men, Corvin had always had an idea of what would happen the moment he met the woman of his dreams. The usual romantic moment where their eyes met across a crowded room and, Corvin being male, the normal “getting to know you” crap was minimal, replaced instead by a bout of hot, sweaty sex en route back to his apartment.
In all his thinking on the subject, which was rare since men as a whole and Corvin in particular didn’t tend to think in happily ever after — more happily for now, preferably ones involving blow jobs — he certainly hadn’t expected said moment to occur at the worst possible time for romance.
Namely, when he was in drag.
“Jesus Christ, these heels are fucking killing me.” Hex stumbled into Corvin’s back. “How do women wear these things?”
“Intelligence and a higher pain threshold than you pathetic men,” Storm, the only girl in their trio, threw back. The comment earned her a sneer from Hex as he tried to negotiate climbing onto a barstool in a miniskirt and the heels he was complaining about.
One eye on the woman and one on the farce unfolding to his left, Corvin had to smother a smile as Hex approached the puzzle in his usual manner, bull in a china shop.
“Would you two give it up and get a fucking room sometime this century?” Corvin’s voice was bored as he slid behind the opposite side of the table to Hex. Both of his friends turned toward him, horror and disgust on their faces.
“What, with him?”
“…her? You gotta be fucking kidding me. I’d rather screw a keres demon.”
“You look like a fricking keres demon!”
“Better than sounding like a harpy all the time!”
Corvin shook his head as the two started to squabble again. They were perfect for each other; they just couldn’t see it. One day he was going to lock them up together in a room for a weekend. They’d either kill each other or fuck each other’s brains out. Either way, he’d get some peace.
A waiter approached their table, and Corvin let Hex order as he looked for his dream woman again. The club was crowded but they’d had no trouble getting a table. They never did. Known as the god pack, all three had divine blood but they weren’t full demi-gods, just the offspring of a few.
Hex was the son of Hecate so he threw a mean spell when pushed or pissed off, which was often. Storm’s mother was Tempestas, Goddess of Storms — even deities struggled for originality when naming their offspring — and she’d inherited her mother’s temper. Last but not least, Corvin’s mother was Minerva, Goddess of Poetry, Medicine, Crafts, Magic… blah, blah, blah.
Corvin wrinkled his nose and glanced past his friends again. There she was, over on the other side of the bar, collecting empty glasses. Corvin took a moment to admire her. Small and curvy, her dark hair was pulled back from a heart-shaped face and clipped up to reveal the slender curve of her neck. His gaze devoured her as she turned, and the sensual curve of her breasts was outlined for a moment in the club lights as she tried to juggle glasses.
Lust hit him like one of Cupid’s arrows. Or rather would have if the God of Love hadn’t said “fuck it” and gone AWOL last year after breaking up with his latest squeeze.
“Need a piss, back in a minute,” Corvin announced as he slid off his stool. Still squabbling, Hex and Storm didn’t notice his departure. Corvin put them from his mind as he negotiated the crowded club, heading toward his target like a tiger on the prowl.
