Monday, March 16th, 2015 • No Comments on Three of Hearts: Erotic Romance for Women
I have a new book out this week! It’s been a long time coming, but Three of Hearts: Erotic Romance for Women is out! Featuring sixteen sexy threesomes and a foreword by the legendary Alison Tyler (editor of the delicious Three Way: Erotic Adventures), this was a fun, fun book to compile!
Table of Contents:
Foreword by Alison Tyler
Introduction: Three’s the Charm
Movie Night by Tiffany Reisz
An Extra Pair of Eyes by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Eve’s Apple Red by Angela Capteron
Experience and Expectations by Kathleen Tudor
The Mistress in the Brat by Skylar Kade
What Happens in Denver by Cheyenne Blue
Old Habits by Mina Murray
Medley of Desire by A.J. Lyle
A Thief in the Night by Giselle Renarde
Drinking Games with Cowboys by Axa Lee
The Last Day of Summer by Veronica Wilde
Full Circle by Jade Melisande
Whose Anniversary Is It Anyway? by Annabeth Leong
Limits of Endurance by Ariel Graham
Uncharted Seas by Chris Komodo
Three for the Road by Kristina Wright
Links to buy:
Amazon (print): http://www.amazon.com/Three-Hearts-Erotic-Romance-Women/dp/1940550033
Amazon (Kindle): http://www.amazon.com/Three-Hearts-Erotic-Romance-Women-ebook/dp/B00NE6QWH2/
Barnes & Noble (print and Nook): http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-of-hearts-kristina-wright/1119718652?ean=9781940550039)
Or find it at your favorite independent bookstore: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781940550039
Friday, March 6th, 2015 • 2 Comments on February: A month in review (a little late)
Fish in Florida
Well, hey there! Look at that, it’s March 6. You’d never know it by the temperature here in Virginia (a chilly 28º), but February blew by and here we are, wistfully staring off in the distance at spring. It’s coming, right? It must be…
February was a month. Some really, really good stuff, some pretty awful stuff. I’m trying very hard not to dwell on the negative and focus on the positive, but it’s been difficult. I started the month off strong, writing some words, plotting some projects, but things kind of fell apart by the end of the first week of the month. Long story short: I received not one, but two reversion of rights letters for anthologies I had turned in and had been approved. Three anthologies total. In fact, two of those books had been listed on Amazon for pre-order for months, complete with lovely covers. The kicker was that after the first reversion letter for two books I was told that all other contracted books would be published. Flash forward ten days and I received a second letter. Will there be a third? Who knows?
What that basically means is that I now have three completed anthologies with no home. And so, a chunk of February was spent trying to determine whether to cut my losses (and pull out my hair) and let them go despite all the time and effort that went into them (not to mention the forty authors who entrusted me with their words, received acceptance letters and had announced their sales) or to explore the options and see if I might find a new home for them with a different publishing company. I’m a fighter and I have a hard time accepting failure (which is what this feels like, never mind what everyone has been telling me) and so I’m determined to invest a little more time in these books and see if we can get them out into the world.
I’ve been asked who is to blame, why this happened, how a trusted publishing company could seemingly screw people over without conscience. I don’t have any answers. I have read some pretty lousy accounts of things that have happened to other editors/authors and I’m still shaking my head. “It’s just business,” seems to be the go-to phrase, but honestly, for writers it’s always personal. I spent a good chunk of February feeling sick, feeling depressed, feeling helpless. I’ve been angry, disgusted, flat-out infuriated. But to what end? Truth is: they (the powers that be) don’t care about my mental state, my bank balance, my home life or whether I ever write another word. So, it all comes down to me. I have to care. I have to focus on the positive and find a way. I have to keep writing. I have to do right by my authors (yes, I think of them as “my” authors). And so that’s what I’m going to do.
More details as I have them. If any of my authors wants more information about a specific book, please drop me a note. There is a lot more to my experience, but this is a month in review post, not a nightmares in publishing post…
By the pool, not a care in the world
The rest of February was about getting ready for a trip to Florida and the trip itself. We took our first real family vacation (longer than a long weekend, further away that Washington, DC) and took the boys to Walt Disney World. It was wonderful, it was exhausting, it was somewhat relaxing, it was nice to not have to cook a single meal for ten days. I ambitiously brought my laptop, three magazines and three books and managed to read one-third of one book and write a couple of emails. Oh well. I clearly needed the break (from reality?) and I feel refreshed. (And I did find Starbucks in the Magic Kingdom and Epcot!)
February brought the publication of my first essay for Mommyish.com: Why I Stopped Saying ‘Someday’ When It Came to Having Kids and I’m waiting for my first Washington Post On Parenting essay to be published, hopefully this month. I’m in waiting mode for a few things right now, refreshing my email more often than is healthy. Which is a clear sign I need to get back to writing. This week. Right now. Go, go, go!
February also brought SNOW. Oh, it wasn’t much, and some of it came while we were out of town, but the week before we left was a snowy/icy mess that kept this girl at home. The Florida trip (and hitting the pool on several days) was a good cure for cabin fever, but we returned to more cold temperatures and a dustying of snow last night. I’m over it. Seriously.
I’m over winter, but I did make these pretty ice globes!
March is going to be filled with its own adventures and trials and I’m looking for distractions—books, trips, projects, time with friends and family. In my goal to read at least two novels a month this year, I read Horns by Joe Hill and Girl on a Train by Paula Hawkins and I started Precious Thing by Colette McBeth while we were in Florida. I loved both the Hill and Hawkins books and I’m enjoying Precious Thing, as well. My tastes seem to be skewing toward mystery/thriller/horror right now, much like my writing interests. We’ll see what that means for my March projects, hmm?
Back to the words, back to being a writer, back to finding my balance.
Friday, February 13th, 2015 • No Comments on My Debut at Mommyish
I’m very happy to have had my first piece published at Mommyish last week. In “Why I Stopped Saying ‘Someday’ When It Came to Having Kids” (which I’d originally titled the shorter, and perhaps too-poetic, “Someday’s Mother”), I wrote about my non-traditional path to motherhood. The interesting (to me) story-behind-the-story is that I’d originally pitched a different essay entirely. But in my brief bio I mentioned I’d been married for almost twenty-five years and had two sons, ages three and five. The editor at Mommyish was intrigued by that and asked if I’d be willing to write about why we waited so long to have kids. And so… this essay was born. Here’s a snippet:
I turned forty in 2007. We had been married for seventeen years and people had long since stopped asking when we were going to have kids. We still said, “Someday when we have kids,” but the articles and statistics about conceiving after thirty-five were concerning. “Someday” was slipping away from me. I was on birth control and it was unlikely we’d have another accidental pregnancy. I needed to commit to the idea if it was ever going to happen. I threw out my birth control pills at the end of 2007 and read up on getting pregnant at my age. The articles scared me. I was worried about my eggs—did I have any left? Were they viable? Were they old, dusty, scrambled
(Read more: http://www.mommyish.com/2015/02/06/stopped-saying-someday-came-kids/#ixzz3RepAg0UD)
With the exception of a big typo (“basil” instead of “basal”), I’m really pleased with how this piece turned out. Despite trying to maintain a “don’t read the comments” policy, the comments have been amazing. It’s rewarding to be able to cross over from fiction to nonfiction and back again. I’m pretty sure I’ll be doing a lot of zig-zagging this year.