tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184321812024-03-07T02:03:01.950-05:00"Nothing this pretty could be real."Venom, Poetry & Prose from the far side of a creative mind.Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-42891746792688749312012-03-19T15:45:00.003-04:002012-03-19T15:45:46.628-04:00IN PURSUIT OF PREY BLURBAGE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For his band’s success, Mace Reynard made a deal with a
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WOOT! Whatcha think of that sassiness?? </div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-62398823873379940392012-02-20T15:14:00.001-05:002012-02-20T15:14:30.063-05:00NEWS! CONTRACT AND COVERHey, Jordanites, I have news!<br />
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contract for a pre-pubbed short story with Samhain. Things got delayed,
the release date was pushed back due to other deadlines, etc. Well, now I
have a cover to share, and a release date for In Pursuit of Prey. JUNE
19! I don't have a tagline or blurb just yet, but behold the sexy new cover...<br />
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BOOYAH! </div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-91880987437326435442011-06-29T21:37:00.003-04:002011-06-29T21:43:34.979-04:00VENGEANCE MOON REIEW BY YOLANDA SFETSOS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ__rgAuPToCj15HMVQ4Ds2wPtTnSUOHNirNaIgN4SJzLi-zsudtJqtUZiB61sED0HdVACuF1Lp-fqXK07mux8qbo3qBnT9H0ahVJo_DZzpBq-Ue52fC1BwDnEgkQ5mOs77Csh_g/s1600/VengeanceMoon72sm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ__rgAuPToCj15HMVQ4Ds2wPtTnSUOHNirNaIgN4SJzLi-zsudtJqtUZiB61sED0HdVACuF1Lp-fqXK07mux8qbo3qBnT9H0ahVJo_DZzpBq-Ue52fC1BwDnEgkQ5mOs77Csh_g/s320/VengeanceMoon72sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623821804858504754" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Read from June 26 to 29, 2011 — Goodreads review by Yolanda Sfetsos, multipublisher author.<br /></div> <div class="reviewText mediumText description" itemprop="reviewBody"> <br />If you're looking for a gritty, violent, and sensual urban fantasy book to sink your teeth into, look no further. This is what you need right here! :)<br /><br />Sariah's a hybrid werewolf with revenge on her mind. She wants to make the bastard who made her into this monster pay, and decides to do it strategically. But by killing his pack off one by one, she also gets into some pretty violent situations with humans--which she calls Pinks.<br /><br />When you first meet her, Sariah comes across as a hard-as-nails predator with nothing but vengeance on her mind, but she's so much more. As the story moves along, we actually see how generous she is. She has a big heart, and has opened her house up to women in need.<br /><br />What she didn't know was that someone was watching her every move from the shadows, but he isn't doing it because he wants to attack her. No, Stephan's drawn to Sariah. In spite of her murderous ways. He can see past all that.<br /><br />Stephan--The Saint--is a tough MMA fighter. He's awesome in the cage and has big dreams of getting to the top of his sport, but getting involved with Sariah not only occupies his mind, soul, and heart but also awakens the Werecat inside him. Not to mention makes him a target for a backstabbing, scheming werewolf who's got plans of his own.<br /><br />I had a blast with this book! Seriously. Not only did it appeal to my love for the urban fantasy, shifter, and supernatural genres, but it also thrust me into the middle of the MMA world. With cage fights that are so awesomely written I felt like I was watching an actual UFC fight. I got a kick out of all the references, too. Randy Couture, anyone? ;)<br /><br />The story is told in the first-person POV of Sariah, so we get deep into her world and realise that although she comes across as a total, hardcore bitch, she really is a whole lot more. She cares for girls who end up in a situation similar to hers, and cares deeply for Stephan. We also get insight into Stephan via his pasionate third-person POV--which was cool--and that of the villain. It makes for a very well-rounded story.<br /><br />I loved it, and the last bit of the book left me breathless because it was non-stop action until the very end. What a great story!<br /><br />Check out Yolanda's website <a href="http://www.yolandasfetsos.com/">HERE</a><br /></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-71644046858794695102011-06-02T14:44:00.002-04:002011-06-02T14:47:17.822-04:00VENGEANCE MOON REVIEWWOOT!! 4.5 for Vengeance Moon on Long and Short Reviews!!<br /><br />"Prepare to go on a wild, lusty, and revenge filled ride from start to finish in <i>Vengeance Moon</i>. Typically love forms out of events or situations; but this is no typical story and the emotions are dealt with after satisfying the more urgent desires. Animal instincts are too difficult to be controlled once the animal is let out of the cage!"<br /><br />And probably the best line in any of my reviews EVER:<br /><br />"When you can't stop thinking about a story, it has power."<br /><br />I could sleep with this review. Stroke it and cuddle and coo to it. Thank you Lilac!!Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-87457227414843788332010-11-08T08:17:00.003-05:002010-11-08T08:22:14.072-05:00OFFICIALLY AWESOME!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRhJAdZdPuTgpBUhLeIxEIaPyUZo74_1LZ6L67ts9L3rPzrAIDBeqM2FV08RLEw_5vyBvZgx4UlG-faVAUGkjoqx0xEPNS5Y_ikFAoK0_uoXoJS-qJiLh_tRQM1eHNvCJAyylwA/s1600/VM+Cover.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRhJAdZdPuTgpBUhLeIxEIaPyUZo74_1LZ6L67ts9L3rPzrAIDBeqM2FV08RLEw_5vyBvZgx4UlG-faVAUGkjoqx0xEPNS5Y_ikFAoK0_uoXoJS-qJiLh_tRQM1eHNvCJAyylwA/s400/VM+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537168163907247250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">TAGLINE:</span><em><br />Revenge is a bitch, and Sariah is her biggest competition.</em><p style="font-weight: bold;">BLURB:</p><p>The name is Sariah DuShayne. I’m a real-life monster hell-bent on revenge. Five years ago, Xander Waithorn had the balls to move to my city and start spreading his werewolf virus. The bastard made me and I plan to use my hybrid <span class="caps">DNA</span> to change at will and get my revenge.</p> <p>I should’ve known better than to hunt him on a full moon, but some days my vendetta gets the best of me. Hormones and Were senses raging, I accidentally ravaged some mouthy humans in a back alley. Werecat and personal stalker Stephan Colinford witnessed the entire fiasco and developed the crazy idea he could derail my path of vengeance. Talk about the cat calling the wolf a canine—Stephan has less control over his powers than I do. Then we met at his cage fight, and I couldn’t help surrender my soft curves to his hard body. </p> <p>Somehow, Stephan thought love would change everything, but he’s wrong. I’ll do whatever it takes to punish Xander and his pack of lap dogs. After Xander’s hell of a werewolf-a-palooza concert, blood and fire will reign. If Death and Hell won’t have me, my only prayer is Stephan will…</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="warning">Warning: This title contains a hero who can sweep you off your feet, cage sex hot enough to make you sweat and a heroine tough enough to rip your throat out.</p><p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="warning"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Bigass cheesy grin!! Woot woot</span><br /></p>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-19619823718184864112010-08-13T19:22:00.004-04:002010-08-13T19:38:40.241-04:00BACK with CONTRACT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuQWvh2CZx2daaaAy20egzuS7S53_bUEr_1D6d2goi-4PRR5VPwuPWOllXYt8gu_V8W8aNWYAcudNJ471gIPqMkCuIA8Eyl0E5YPnT0ijwaUTB_yKUyXFYwTX9Y7HolPloA30oQ/s1600/comingsoonLG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuQWvh2CZx2daaaAy20egzuS7S53_bUEr_1D6d2goi-4PRR5VPwuPWOllXYt8gu_V8W8aNWYAcudNJ471gIPqMkCuIA8Eyl0E5YPnT0ijwaUTB_yKUyXFYwTX9Y7HolPloA30oQ/s400/comingsoonLG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505042610046677138" border="0" /></a><br />Boo yah! That's right bitches, Savannah Jordan is BACK! Fresh from a "real name" stint in YA dreamland with a fat Samhain contract in my hot little hands. What's it for, you ask? Well, none other than the werebitch that got her start right here years ago.<br /><br />Sariah is coming! VENGEANCE MOON, a stand alone title will be coming out with Samhain, Dates aren't set yet, but this puppy will go to e-book AND print. *swoon*<br /><br />Tagline: Revenge is a bitch. Any old SJ blog readers will know just how true that is.<br /><br />Let the happy dance, booty shake commence!Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-16140887997586891762008-12-26T14:16:00.003-05:002010-08-13T19:39:45.214-04:00Holiday freebie available from Samhain Publishing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvgEMaWPn3GL7Nxhf2cV4jW1Za46UrL4XQFvQZR0pM70b_njztNa-5jR4UB10pShnGGGzcAbGqP0YxAC89iEA9jr978ed7z4c8atmDzNY1jImBDY3MjEJ-_B4eiiSzf-Hn_yj0w/s1600-h/mistletoe.bmp.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvgEMaWPn3GL7Nxhf2cV4jW1Za46UrL4XQFvQZR0pM70b_njztNa-5jR4UB10pShnGGGzcAbGqP0YxAC89iEA9jr978ed7z4c8atmDzNY1jImBDY3MjEJ-_B4eiiSzf-Hn_yj0w/s400/mistletoe.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284180092735964386" border="0" /></a>Mistletoe and Mocha is a sassy, sweet, romantic, hot-as-hell story. Long time friends let go of their platonic barrier and embrace the passionate love they've hidden for so long.<br /><br />Here's the link: <a href="http://members.cox.net/savannahjordan/Mistletoe_and_Mocha.pdf">MISTLETOE AND MOCHA</a><a href="http://members.cox.net/savannahjordan/Mistletoe_and_Mocha.pdf"><br /></a><br />Go! Get it!<br /><br />Happy HolidaysSavannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-59595005079061090332008-10-29T18:48:00.006-04:002008-10-29T19:25:00.380-04:00Finally back<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-w4hHs1AX8GQKO403aYC0sNB5i15Ea93i4xDyRme9Myx-Yzc8t2540VX5IxF0M8s3oOlqJ53PYculgPVrf52NVZLYTIm8xzwRFuGSoKzBaOm1XlkY5Rrn3Kc29rUwr59Ra7m7gg/s1600-h/choptat.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262712554508125394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-w4hHs1AX8GQKO403aYC0sNB5i15Ea93i4xDyRme9Myx-Yzc8t2540VX5IxF0M8s3oOlqJ53PYculgPVrf52NVZLYTIm8xzwRFuGSoKzBaOm1XlkY5Rrn3Kc29rUwr59Ra7m7gg/s320/choptat.gif" border="0" /></a>Yes, that's right. My plans for total domination are completed!! I've clawed my way past the contemporary romance side and taken control. Mua hahaha! </div><br /><div></div><div>Not really...but the mini power trip was fun. I'm actually playing nicely with my other half.<br /></div><div>So, on to the Savvy Report: There are two current WIPs that I'm very excited about.<br /></div><div>See that hot, tattooed guy over there? He's a damn good representation of the hero is my new erotic/fantasy romance titled Nightwind, about a warlock and the woman who's the clone of his deceased wife. There's a bunch of twists: a jealous witch, a unique magick system, replicant fading, and lots of hot sex. Woot!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9Q9EzxOUPyntl6vCAdsQxtQQnqOaMqQQlt2eMfW-BROymIqFn730W1IQhyphenhyphenuvxNK9HyF8mt_6xwZaU-Ycn_Xp7bBqZVlqE5XL5MTFf9JNguyZybrBYRUfCH_Mn0sg1v07IT0C8A/s1600-h/dragon_hurlant_by_rinpoo_chuang.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262715415668223138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9Q9EzxOUPyntl6vCAdsQxtQQnqOaMqQQlt2eMfW-BROymIqFn730W1IQhyphenhyphenuvxNK9HyF8mt_6xwZaU-Ycn_Xp7bBqZVlqE5XL5MTFf9JNguyZybrBYRUfCH_Mn0sg1v07IT0C8A/s320/dragon_hurlant_by_rinpoo_chuang.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then there's this awesome collaboration project I'm working on with <a href="http://www.tornbodice.org/">Nancy Lindquist</a>. It's a time travel menage with a shape-shifting dragon, a knight who has to live up to his title and a red-headed witch of a damsel. There are more villianous characters than you can shake a blog post at, and I promise you a sex scene with the dragon in full beastie form. (Bethany, my editor, has been begging...so I'm giving her what she wants.) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If I get those both done (and the sequel in my western romance series and the sequel to my fantasy novel), I have a similar themed story to <a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/melting-the-ice-queen">Melting the Ice Queen</a>, titled Quenching the Fire. An Ice God, a sassy red-head and, let me tell you, there's a character in there who even shocked me! Big fun!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hopefully, Nancy and I will have a chapter spiffed up enough for an excerpt soon. Then, there's sure to be Nightwind excerpts, too. :) Maybe Quenching the Fire will be excerpt ready in a few months.</div><div></div><br /><div><em>"Other" news:</em> The other side of me has claimed Sariah. *sigh* Yup, the bitch is gone. But, I'm okay with it. She's one helluva a character to control, and a cage in an imaginary mind isn't very strong. Maybe my other side can keep the bitch in her cage and get the story done without that werewolf running amok.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And, if you know of my other side, you'll know to look on my website for news about my current and upcoming releases... A vampire romance this summer, a little horror story collection, and this December will see the contemporary western's release!</div></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-29465855627184987472008-04-28T13:16:00.002-04:002008-04-28T13:19:39.517-04:00Fading away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaI7pWiRwp6nhZX1tCr4vtcDjYDBtxZ0TyDGcXi14wH9pgZ0s9tMNKwloTwmIoas7E3J5mD1RXH1gYqzTXKc95CHxBu37mLLNMx084zu7ZlvfYzHvYBt8JKW1w1M4-pqV7O31AA/s1600-h/Setekh_in_shadow_by_Arianna_Rumakzbostwo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194346673739988994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaI7pWiRwp6nhZX1tCr4vtcDjYDBtxZ0TyDGcXi14wH9pgZ0s9tMNKwloTwmIoas7E3J5mD1RXH1gYqzTXKc95CHxBu37mLLNMx084zu7ZlvfYzHvYBt8JKW1w1M4-pqV7O31AA/s400/Setekh_in_shadow_by_Arianna_Rumakzbostwo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Seek me in the shadows for I shall not be here until I finish the novel I've been working on under my real name. Good writing, and reading to all! </p><p>Blessed Be.</p>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-52991993224740212282008-04-14T08:39:00.002-04:002008-04-14T08:49:07.926-04:00WINNERS, NEWS and MORERECENT WINNERS:<br /><a href="http://melissafrancis.blogspot.com/">Mel Francis </a>of the Melting the Ice Queen basket!! Jambrea Gaff for the dichroic glass pendant that was a <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/samhaincafe/">Samhain Cafe </a>exclusive contest. CONGRATULATIONS!!<br /><br />NEWS:<br />Melting the Ice Queen is doing well at Samhain and I am hap-hap-happy to be there. My editor recently requested a follow-up title (how cool is that?? I <em>LOVE</em> being in demand hehehe). So look for more Savvy naughtiness in the future. The upcoming story's working title is Quenching the Fire and is about a hot to trot redhead and her steamy affair with an ice god. The plot is deep, complicated with loads of paranormal fun and might just make print length to get the entire tale told.<br /><br />MORE:<br />If you are aware of my *cough* real name, I have an upcoming release with a new company. Run on over to the other blog for a fresh excerpt!Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-1822534223796018202008-02-06T19:05:00.000-05:002008-02-06T19:12:30.603-05:00GIVE AWAY CONTEST!!It's time for another give away! This time, I'm giving the lucky winner a Sweet Dreams goody basket full of stuff! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164023166458858674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlBlNIft5FWruGCFITL_7R66VlPp791-BJjj5jUDY8V5g4GXVx2f-8G55MSrrC57GzdMJQ_IflRd1uDUueNFT8f1NpmazSnJcegJyJAWhIPRnJDj2izh0Xr4xkqkzNxGXJ9PeHQ/s400/MTIQ+Gift+Basket.jpg" border="0" /><br /><ul><li>a basket (handwoven by me) </li><li>a necklace of moonstone, lapis lazuli and crystal beads (made by me)</li><li>a pretty key ring with dangly (made by me, too)</li><li>a box of Sweet Dreams tea </li><li>a bar of Nautral Lavender soap handmade by <a href="http://www.michigancountysoapworks.com/">Michigan Country Soapworks</a> </li><li>a bottle of Magick Moments custom blended perfume oil (with the scents of lavender and ocean rain) also blended by Michgian County Soapwoarks</li><li>AND A COPY OF <a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/melting-the-ice-queen">MELTING THE ICE QUEEN</a> !!<br /></li></ul><p>Emin and Cassie meet in her dreams, so what better to give away than a goody basket of things to bring you Sweet Dreams?? So, what do you need to do to enter?<br /></p><p>RULES:</p><ol><li>READ the online excerpt. </li><li>ANSWER this question: What does Cassie sacrifice in Emin's bed? </li><li>EMAIL your answer to <a href="mailto:savvy_jordan@yahoo.com">savvy_jordan@yahoo.com</a> in an email titled "MTIQ goody basket"<br /></li></ol><p>This contest will run for one month!<br />Best of luck, and happy readings!<br /></p><p>Sweet Dreams!!</p><p><em>P.S. If you read the story and know Emin's first spoken words, add them to the email, and I'll put a sweet little stuffed animal into that basket for you, too!</em></p>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-72938221773643990862008-02-05T16:02:00.000-05:002008-02-05T16:08:48.385-05:00Pop Evil--Somebody Like You<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNo9grgSH30&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNo9grgSH30&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-50133997865525267412008-01-21T11:05:00.000-05:002008-01-21T11:24:57.514-05:00Contest for Melting the Ice Queen pendant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-ylwkir9Eu_3wpnPdlyA6IzkYpg2xQnT58dTrlHd1cwNQksV1Wy8sOB2wT0skLsOiz8keRbzSYn28XTNg2GVUnM8UdyIKwp_t7nxTfZGk2WL2P4qsV2mawiNsA_qqicaSFLfAQ/s1600-h/9079_1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157962346515859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-ylwkir9Eu_3wpnPdlyA6IzkYpg2xQnT58dTrlHd1cwNQksV1Wy8sOB2wT0skLsOiz8keRbzSYn28XTNg2GVUnM8UdyIKwp_t7nxTfZGk2WL2P4qsV2mawiNsA_qqicaSFLfAQ/s400/9079_1.JPG" border="0" /></a>What better way to welcome the upcoming release of <a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/savannah-jordan">Melting the Ice Queen </a>than with a contest to win this lovely, icy blue opal pendant? (necklace NOT included)<br /><br />Rules:<br /><p>Contest will be open until FEBRUARY 5th, Melting the Ice Queen's release date</p><ol><li>Go to my <a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/savannah-jordan">AUTHOR PAGE </a>. </li><li>CLICK ON Melting the Ice Queen' gorgeous piece of Anne Cain brilliance COVER. </li><li>CLICK ON THE READ AN EXCERPT ONLINE link.</li><li>Read the excerpt. </li><li>EMAIL the answer to this question: <em>Which Egyptian god is Emin's father?</em> to <a href="mailto:savvy_jordan@yahoo.com">savvy_jordan@yahoo.com</a> </li></ol>HINT: He is a creator god, worshipped in the capitol city of Memphis in the early dynasties.<br /><br />Good luck everyone!!Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-39763179558829499942008-01-09T13:06:00.000-05:002008-01-09T13:18:45.595-05:00GRAND UNVEILING<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETd6ZRsXsVR5qX7WBg5zbKPjb3TmHLzpGWxA5vK4nl15YmW0sNGaNXZjvus7AuaUQpx2S8SOfdSBU_CKgC1UXFQsjz-pudxGcdDb9Jx7pwwRtLiACJQoCbbseQJRB5ijuV1QjXg/s1600-h/MeltingIceQueen_pr5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153540531655739234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETd6ZRsXsVR5qX7WBg5zbKPjb3TmHLzpGWxA5vK4nl15YmW0sNGaNXZjvus7AuaUQpx2S8SOfdSBU_CKgC1UXFQsjz-pudxGcdDb9Jx7pwwRtLiACJQoCbbseQJRB5ijuV1QjXg/s400/MeltingIceQueen_pr5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is my cover for my February 5th release, <a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/melting-the-ice-queen">Melting the Ice Queen</a>!!<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Okay, maybe the unveiling is not so grand... This gorgeous piece of <a href="http://annecain.deviantart.com/">Anne Cain </a>brilliance has been up on the Samhain site for a couple weeks now. So, in moves to make recompense for my tardy posting, I am giving you the 'official excerpt, too:</div><div> </div><div><br />He was Egyptian, in the traditional pose and garb of a pharaoh or god. One hand held a staff, while the other was extended as though beckoning the faithful to his feet.<br /></div><div><em>Who in the gods’ name is this?</em><br /></div><div>My heart, which refused to pick up a steady rhythm since the first contact with the statue, pounded in my chest. My mind whirred.<br /></div><div>Egyptology was my favorite subject years ago in school. I had studied the myths and legends, gods and goddesses and I watched television specials, read every magazine article. But I’ve never seen this man. I picked up the ivory statuette, turning it in my hands, stroking the man’s form and looking for a cartouche or indicating mark to tell me whose representation I held.<br /></div><div>No name, no dynasty. Not one single indicating mark on the statue.<br /></div><div>“Who are you?”<br /></div><div>He did not answer, and I didn’t expect him to—mystical happenings were just that, mystical, and the supernatural was something I had yet to experience in this lifetime. I shrugged and then dumped the remaining packaging material into the garbage. I wrapped the idol in my fingers, and the ivory warmed to my touch. Cradling my newly arrived treasure to my chest, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom.<br /></div><div>A pile of discarded shoes cluttered the floor beside the door jamb. I skirted it and instead picked up a T-shirt dangling from the lid of my hamper in the bathroom, and stuffed it back in. Shoes were a necessity, crumpled laundry was not.<br /></div><div>A breeze billowed my sheer linen curtains. Moonlight lay on the patchwork quilt, and left the rest of the room to shadows. The air was fragrant with lavender and cool as the breeze caressed my skin, just the way I like it. My radio, however, heralded doom. The little Sony sat on the nightstand and blasphemed about a coming heat wave, and the sweltering grip it would take on the city.<br /></div><div><em>I hate hot weather.<br /></em></div><div>I silenced the electronic harbinger, switched the setting to Alarm and shoved the clock radio back to make room for my Egyptian statue.<br /></div><div>The statue was a mystery, but he made an excellent addition to my already Egyptianesque décor. His ivory blended well with my eggshell walls, the aged look made him appear all the warmer and more appealing. He stood, plinth slightly at an angle so that he was facing my bed. The staff he held now pointed directly into the moon outside my window, and his hand pointed at the center of my bed. Satisfied with his placement, I stripped off clothes as I walked through the room and into the adjacent bath. Then showered and in my nightgown, I climbed into bed beneath the gaze of the newcomer to my life.<br /></div><div>A sigh escaped me and my eyes slipped closed.<br /></div><div>“See you in my dreams.”<br /></div><div>*<br /></div><div>Somehow, I knew I was dreaming.<br /></div><div>My eyes opened, and I was not in my bed, not in my own time.<br /></div><div>I sat up, and was immediately in awe of my dreamscape. Golden statues of the creator god Ptah flanked the entrance, and in each corner stood life-sized versions of the statue on my nightstand. Pillars of white limestone stood in a line of silent sentinels along each wall, and draped between them hung translucent sheets of fabric. Incense drifted through the air, seducing me with patchouli, musk and spice. Torches blazed every few feet, and a balefire burned in the center of the westernmost side.<br /></div><div>It was a temple dedicated, by looks, to the mystery man standing on my nightstand and the god Ptah, a creator deity from the ancient city of Memphis. But this temple was plusher and more inviting than any secret sanctuary. It was more like a sacred bedchamber.<br /></div><div>A sense of wonder pulled at me, and I slipped from the raised bed upon which I sat. I stood in silent awe before the visage of the god Ptah who stepped from Chaos, and by thought and speech created all else according to early Egyptian mythology. His intent held great power. </div><div>Then, I drifted the length of one wall, my fingertips trailing across the pillars, the curtains. Every tactile sensation was heightened. The pillars were smooth as glass, the fabric as light as air and the balefire, when I reached it, was intense, its heat pierced me to the core.<br /></div><div>The curtains parted in the farthest right corner, and a man stepped through. His presence thrilled every nerve, danced in the blood of every vein. He was devastatingly handsome, with warm olive skin and dark hair dusting his shoulders. Brown eyes smoldered above a prominent nose underpinned by a well-trimmed moustache and beard. His lips were soft and full, and my heart beat with a wicked tattoo.<br /></div><div>He was bare-chested, a linen wrap girded his hips, riding low. Armbands of gold cinched his biceps and a wide, beaded collar circled his neck. My soul resonated with his presence, my eyes widened as the heat of desire built within.<br /></div><div>Something about him was familiar…<br /></div><div><em>The statue!</em><br /></div><div>The realization was a shock, but I knew without a doubt, coming towards me was the incredibly sexy, human version of my mystery statue. I opened my mouth to speak but shock held those words captive.<br /></div><div><em>Who are you? Why are we in this temple?<br /></em></div><div>He walked to me, placed a hand on my shoulder but did not speak. I pursed my lips around a question burning my tongue, a question he silenced when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine.<br /></div><div><em>Oh my god!<br /></em></div><div>A fleeting thought of pulling away and arguing with him passed through my mind, followed swiftly by the thought that this was just a really hot dream. Besides, he was too damned gorgeous to turn down.<br /></div><div>No amount of hesitation or concern could squelch the lust his touch ignited in me. My body betrayed my need to maintain a cool distance. With my resistance sacrificed, everything felt right in his arms—the heat, the passion and the way my heart pounded. I wrapped my arms around him, and his desert heat caressed my skin. Clutched against his chest, and victim to the sacred oils scenting his skin, I swooned. He scooped my knees up with his arm and, with his other arm he supported my back as he lifted me.</div><div> </div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-88971934182277257752007-12-05T09:27:00.000-05:002007-12-05T09:47:51.753-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKTiI8foXi1bjKpuxw5RcnXQYL3J6JKKglWQQVISQA2-cI7NBNq0yR8jx4E8yXvAsyXQL2GSDhrmgGyqmRC6-9ELfQlNr9l6L6AMekWKspPJpUN1w-jsSrrBWeEqDZgSQyxGpeQ/s1600-h/Fairy_tale_by_Roesje.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140495965356166994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKTiI8foXi1bjKpuxw5RcnXQYL3J6JKKglWQQVISQA2-cI7NBNq0yR8jx4E8yXvAsyXQL2GSDhrmgGyqmRC6-9ELfQlNr9l6L6AMekWKspPJpUN1w-jsSrrBWeEqDZgSQyxGpeQ/s400/Fairy_tale_by_Roesje.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">** Isn't she gorgeous? I love the ethereal feeling this picture evokes. I found it on </span></em><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Deviant Art</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">, so if you're looking for some beautiful pictures, I highly recommend checking out the site.**</span></em><br /><em></em><br />I'm putting her picture up because she reminds me of a fairy tale ice queen which, in turn, makes me think of my February release with Samhain, <a href="http://http//samhainpublishing.com/coming/melting-the-ice-queen">Melting the Ice Queen</a>. It isn't a fantastical fantasy, but rather a contemporary romance (Red Hots! too, of course); but this picture epitomizes Cassandra for me, in the beginning of the story. Cassie is frozen in her love life, comfortable in her icy realm of frigid distance. That is, until an Egyptian demigod named Emin warms her dreams and melts her heart.<br /><br />I cannot wait for this book to be released!! It's such a great story.<br /><br />*contented sigh*<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWc7_7Xb_DBGcjcUEszouxJIF5ZPcwMVOV306iwCymNyEM28HlKhzA03mTgSjv3xRa8T0tnHuzjmeuRtqK6maEwwZNijuCcC4wPiJckO-twGTv-bwzM4UE6yCOhi0K7LWCchFu2g/s1600-h/Fairy_tale_AVATAR.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-25023890661562593182007-10-27T08:50:00.000-04:002007-10-27T08:56:33.187-04:00New toy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmTeKLO7qTxmMfqo9Fz80gi5RS03TEIa8Se9emJIwx09-gyKZP3tnYcfkNVIzOsVDdiWwfd8AbCFy9Zch9y90uFWNnkT0boXJehTNhFlR2TVF3fT5oLwarFtORA1-ZkbCEQ3oYA/s1600-h/Auilene.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125999548441113634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmTeKLO7qTxmMfqo9Fz80gi5RS03TEIa8Se9emJIwx09-gyKZP3tnYcfkNVIzOsVDdiWwfd8AbCFy9Zch9y90uFWNnkT0boXJehTNhFlR2TVF3fT5oLwarFtORA1-ZkbCEQ3oYA/s320/Auilene.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>While wandering <a href="http://www.meaganhatfield.com/">Meagan Hatfield's site</a>, I came across this fun little toy. <a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/">Find your Elvish Name generator</a>. How could I resist?? It's early, I haven't had an caffeine. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I HAD to. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And, wouldn't you know? My Savannah elf name is soooo cool! Alassë of Dorthonion</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Go. Try it. Come back and tell me your elf name! :)</div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-55169869423184141502007-10-21T11:08:00.000-04:002007-10-21T11:12:16.372-04:00We have a WINNER!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Congratulations, Amelia! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Your ebook and pendant will soon be on its way!</span></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-38700288596787995272007-10-09T10:33:00.000-04:002007-10-09T10:55:21.161-04:00CONTEST*CONTEST*CONTEST<div><br /></div><div>With the new contracts coming in, and my story <a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=page&id=19&chapter=0&zenid=5e31b730076c9b020fe8ec16c4be4014">In Reference To... </a>being released this week with The Wild Rose Press, I am in the mood for a contest! </div><div><br /></div><div>How about a little giveaway? One winner--two prizes; one ebook, one handmade dichroic art glass pendant. Sound good? It better! LOL I've been busy this summer with not a lot of down time to make prizes.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PRIZE #1:</strong></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DAWuZwz80S6GiVm3TjScAScD10QCZ2Xrt84x4YnCYVaMjTKuOfXzqW7ESn_Lo8Z2U67JOwwsJiQPWnTOFjHYfNjRjvDSjOWzPrMFUyj6yiVTfARUKta-6b-Mx3EI7B7wTV5Ecw/s1600-h/sacrilegious.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119345987265578578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DAWuZwz80S6GiVm3TjScAScD10QCZ2Xrt84x4YnCYVaMjTKuOfXzqW7ESn_Lo8Z2U67JOwwsJiQPWnTOFjHYfNjRjvDSjOWzPrMFUyj6yiVTfARUKta-6b-Mx3EI7B7wTV5Ecw/s200/sacrilegious.jpg" border="0" /></a>A copy of my erotica colletion <a href="http://www.aphroditesapples.com/sacrilegious.htm">Sacrilegious!</a></div><div></div><br /><div>Explore the decadent couplings of Egyptian deities and their mortal consorts.<br />Savor the sensuality of their intense passions.<br />Sacrifice yourself on the altar of the gods…</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Sacrilgious.html">Candy Cay of CTR says</a>:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"These three stories by Ms. Jordan are a fantastic tale about love knowing no boundaries."<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PRIZE #2:</strong> </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Cx2MknP2LyFeEx8FhZRWC6i4mj5QyP8_CV9H8GB7BfxTM25tklHUrCP2-2bQt45wAQrc52WKSmBKV90gNGW6r4zbcMoLgwQ8Syf1w-3dPiQaIYZnBlGgKoafWfMvlQT8Z8cKg/s1600-h/Pendant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119347748202169954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Cx2MknP2LyFeEx8FhZRWC6i4mj5QyP8_CV9H8GB7BfxTM25tklHUrCP2-2bQt45wAQrc52WKSmBKV90gNGW6r4zbcMoLgwQ8Syf1w-3dPiQaIYZnBlGgKoafWfMvlQT8Z8cKg/s200/Pendant.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>This dichroic pendant. It's two layers of glass, the bottom is a rainbow dichroic, the top is clear. It's funky. It's fun. And, hey, it's handmade, by ME. :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">RULES:</span></strong></div><div>Email me at <a href="mailto:savvy_jordan@yahoo.com">savvy_jordan@yahoo.com</a> and put OCTOBER CONTEST in the subject line. All other email will be eaten by the spam monster MUA hahahaha. On October 19th I will draw a winner!</div><div> </div><div>Best of Luck!</div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-53084301518692815602007-10-09T10:24:00.000-04:002007-10-09T10:32:59.418-04:00NEW CONTRACT!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAToXe-5B2YUuKjkvmke9FHg-kqpTa5kodYOsR5EWFSuXbSY3wY_bi4D4pHO8EG4axnO9cHpndqCatM0DsaEVSAWSJwl0Yv8GUXN0FXcGimMy8Uf12pAX7Wd3nxgKgFchULqWoQ/s1600-h/bigredmoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119344608581076546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAToXe-5B2YUuKjkvmke9FHg-kqpTa5kodYOsR5EWFSuXbSY3wY_bi4D4pHO8EG4axnO9cHpndqCatM0DsaEVSAWSJwl0Yv8GUXN0FXcGimMy8Uf12pAX7Wd3nxgKgFchULqWoQ/s400/bigredmoon.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am just giddy!! My Erotica short story title Melting the Ice Queen has been contracted by Bethany Morgan of Samhain Publishing, Ltd!!!!!!<br /><br />How cool is that?! More news, snippets, etc to come.<br /><div></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-90400963020374669222007-10-03T07:58:00.000-04:002007-10-03T08:13:02.200-04:00PAIN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4CKrZPOG4edS8f3tAQjYh3jxnC-btuUtGJOqMgsAAg-YKUYlN2yMoZz0QI2EoBdhQJ7uYICJnigv7HDsjPJ8YZ3NhcYBMKfivhZo-Wjcpe57z8IGTilWMZUl9XRACOLla30nzw/s1600-h/bloodywingedangel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117078890610976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4CKrZPOG4edS8f3tAQjYh3jxnC-btuUtGJOqMgsAAg-YKUYlN2yMoZz0QI2EoBdhQJ7uYICJnigv7HDsjPJ8YZ3NhcYBMKfivhZo-Wjcpe57z8IGTilWMZUl9XRACOLla30nzw/s320/bloodywingedangel.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh my. I have not posted in a looooong time. Summer is never good for me, blogging wise. With the kids out of school, there is just so much going on. *sigh*<br /><br />Now, they're back in school, and I have a little breathing space between stories and crafting projects. Last month, I edited In Reference To... (which is available on October 10th from TWRP!!), made Kathryn the Great's Ren Faire dress and hemmed one passed on to me from my friend Lisa. The highlights of last month were finishing edits, and attending the Faire.<br /><br />This month, I get to make two Halloween costumes; one for MIL and one for my friend Abby.<br /><br />The draw back to October is the hole in my jaw from getting my wisdom tooth yanked out yesterday. Hence the title of this post--PAIN. The doctor cut my gum and drilled away jaw bone to get to the tooth, and then there was "a lot of pressure" and my head was cranked side to side as he forced the tool beneath my tooth and wrenched it back and forth. Then, he drilled some more. And yanked some more. Finally, with a <em>CRACK</em> and splatter of blood, the tooth came free. Yay, me.<br /><br />Currently, the sofa beckons. The Vicodin has taken the edge off from the ache and given me a warm fuzzy feeling. I will succumb soon.<br /><br />Hell, I succumb now...Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-23299207388875972362007-08-23T11:35:00.000-04:002007-08-23T11:43:23.589-04:00Forgiving and letting go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kUP-_GJx1KglZb9d3qXmnN03XEHbpOHAHMNkRImDnR75cw143plz2Z93YLuglW-m5cb_AeyjiUaR753CsCxnQva1RxlkzoBnqpgn0c_vAWwVdlq7Q8isuzjgzuAYvwPjM8mPmA/s1600-h/Goddess+of+Light.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101920486513392386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kUP-_GJx1KglZb9d3qXmnN03XEHbpOHAHMNkRImDnR75cw143plz2Z93YLuglW-m5cb_AeyjiUaR753CsCxnQva1RxlkzoBnqpgn0c_vAWwVdlq7Q8isuzjgzuAYvwPjM8mPmA/s320/Goddess+of+Light.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />"Forgiveness is giving up the right to retaliate. Forgiveness is the willingness to have something happen the way it happened."<br /></div><br /><div>"Forgiveness is giving up the insistence on being understood."<br /></div><br /><div>In essence, forgiveness is letting go of your side of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">argument</span>, or incident, and your attachment to the feelings associated with it. It is the first step in moving on, in healing a hurt and growing, or the first step on the farewell path.<br /></div><br /><div>It is not dragging around a hurt to be brought back up and revisited. It is not harboring resentment to be slung as a barb later. Those are acts of intent and retaliation.<br /></div><br /><div>I found, this morning, that I am not as good at forgiving as I thought I was. I wandered <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">around</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span>, and stopped at certain people's pages. I'm not sure what I was looking for, some glimmer of hope, I guess. But, in essence, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">revisited</span> old wounds.<br /></div><br /><div>According to those quotes, I have some forgiving left to do, and not just of others, but of myself. I have harbored guilt and hurt feelings, and I have to let go. "For those who accept and practice this discipline [of forgiveness], there is a release of energy and a sense of freedom." As one of my friend's songs says, "we can fly high on the wings of forgiveness."<br /></div><br /><div>This is me, letting go and trying to fly.<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Quotes from For Everything There is a Season.</span></em></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-65152361349976756272007-07-18T10:11:00.000-04:002007-07-18T11:09:27.959-04:00Medium rare, please.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUnzS4AVuWC8-WbiS7jAwinmq2dTY8f8P_KMm7KDOlVknlC4ne3-SZpoB6sjE0dbbmyADdqoUyznY3gTYcL_V1yeKKy_Mpk-8DTSJWZnBJ_m9duq7Ol97TA8Qgv6gtTqon6Z4tw/s1600-h/PICT0147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541393668965378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUnzS4AVuWC8-WbiS7jAwinmq2dTY8f8P_KMm7KDOlVknlC4ne3-SZpoB6sjE0dbbmyADdqoUyznY3gTYcL_V1yeKKy_Mpk-8DTSJWZnBJ_m9duq7Ol97TA8Qgv6gtTqon6Z4tw/s320/PICT0147.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>An author friend of mine tagged me last month with this grill-an-author "Ask one question" tag. So, as per tag rules, I am hearby opening this blog up to questions about me and my writing. BUT (as addendums to that rule) do not ask anything vulgar, anyting rude, or anything too personal (like my real name, etc.), because those questions will be stricken.</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Grill away!</div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-17954241429333511032007-06-06T12:33:00.000-04:002007-06-06T12:42:43.192-04:00NEWS NEWS NEWS!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVBeD_QBt6NTt_pVk3u4FF342Vh4QmtlppZ5Jlcm5y81mSmkU7GrGFpxikkrezLFib-mr1SEvHPSB4XuipEk84NmBdQacDE4hjbcsG_rFKezDHwWApIIl_OamY6v8mTnWcPaqsw/s1600-h/logo_title_581.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072991197428845122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVBeD_QBt6NTt_pVk3u4FF342Vh4QmtlppZ5Jlcm5y81mSmkU7GrGFpxikkrezLFib-mr1SEvHPSB4XuipEk84NmBdQacDE4hjbcsG_rFKezDHwWApIIl_OamY6v8mTnWcPaqsw/s400/logo_title_581.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Last week, I signed contracts with The Wild Rose Press for my short story <em>In Reference to... </em>to be published in their Scarlet Rosette line. I'm just hap-hap-happy to have one of my stories in such great company!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My new cover:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072992601883150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgpwoeXH3euQRLDEvn29uoayULFpQNjrQtJ0uO2UqGatopXNeKE9pYRjL58F2UR3XYhvOESSRgpnm-ogDahKvn7Kh8JOhjdXS39_Lp_SIh2V2b54ZnnKeC22oWFq6WvFAvinJCA/s400/InReferenceTo_wrp371_300.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's the blurb:</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><em>In Reference To...</em>Scarlet Rosette<br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">College senior, Shawna Morris is about to learn more in the library than you can find in a book, and sexy newcomer Adam Scoffield is going to teach her. After steamy flirtations, they give the Reference Section a lesson in love and lust behind locked doors. But hopes plummet for Shawna when she finds Adam behind the lectern of her next class. The passion they shared seems doomed to be recorded in the index of Epic One Night Stands.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Will the young couple allow their love to fade beneath the classroom lights, or will they act on their desires in the shadows of the library?<br /></div><br /><div align="left">And here's a little unedited excerpt...<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Outside, the storm raged, rain pelted the windows and then, a slamming door echoed through the library's stone and plaster interior. No one slammed the door to the library--it was an unwritten rule--and that immediately piqued my interest. I stepped to the banister railing of the reference section loft and looked down into the foyer.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">A stranger stood on the rubber mat. He was soaked, his jeans clingy and inky blue, his jacket drippy from the downpour. His hood slipped back to reveal the profile of a handsome face, strong jaw line and short, messy spiked blond hair.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Oo! What a cutie!</em> I caught my breath, a mischievous grin on my lips. My night was suddenly looking up.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">The newcomer took off his jacket, and turned to hang it on the rack beside the door. He wore a tight white tank, and his wet jeans clung to his rear; a snug fit, but loose in the legs, just like I like them.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Nice ass!<br /></em></div><br /><div align="left">At that, he looked up, caught sight of me and smiled. He was even cuter then, white teeth, dreamy eyes framed by sexy specs. My heart pounded, my body flushed, a blush flared my cheeks; I stepped back from the oak railing.<br /><em></div></em><br /><div align="left"><em>Did I say that out loud?</em><br /></div><br /><div align="left">For a brief moment, I considered hiding in shame--but where is the fun is that? An image of his face, and his sexy ass, burned in my mind and I knew instantly that I wanted more than to hide, wanted more than to just ogle his hot body--I wanted all of him.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">He was gorgeous, the epitome of walking sex. For me, there was no doubt; if I got within flirting distance of him, the hussy within me would flaunt and beg for his carnal affections.<br />Brazen, I walked to the banister railing, rolling my hips and hoping it would entice him. I locked eyes with him, watched him watching me. I turned from the banister, tossed my hair over my shoulder and pointed to my little study nook before I shook my booty at him, like dangling a carrot before a horse. It was an open invitation to more than just becoming a study buddy. He smiled again, and then moved up the main isle and toward the staircase.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Here he comes,</em> I thought, <em>Here, Boy… come and get it...</em></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Link to my author page: <a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/authors/SavannahJordan.htm"><em>http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/authors/SavannahJordan.htm</em></a> </div></div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-42239784042862554492007-05-23T12:17:00.000-04:002007-05-23T13:01:35.435-04:00OMG looooong time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ej7PamTFPu9MtfFfCIVx7iHO0aQrC7TRJTHxG7aaMQR29hsO3Tzcgnia5TKpvQ6Ky7VNLvlRrUtGsTLuO22GectO2EXtVSVk4F8ztSNKUxULrKvUlFrUNLa9uLbVz08BA2WGIA/s1600-h/neitherdeathb3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067793480157946482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ej7PamTFPu9MtfFfCIVx7iHO0aQrC7TRJTHxG7aaMQR29hsO3Tzcgnia5TKpvQ6Ky7VNLvlRrUtGsTLuO22GectO2EXtVSVk4F8ztSNKUxULrKvUlFrUNLa9uLbVz08BA2WGIA/s320/neitherdeathb3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>It has been such a LOOOOONG time! If anybody's out there, feel free to smack me for my abscence.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My other' name's novel is out in print. How cool is that?! I've even done a booksigning down in Kentucky for it already, and am doing another here in my hometown this Sunday. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Writing wise... Well, I've gotten serious about the darker side again. Sariah's story is outlined, and has grown into a dark, hard hitting werewolf tale of the extent taken to exact revenge on another. *sigh* I love that bitch of mine! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My 609-page vampire epic is going through a total rewrite, too. I'm rolling the entire tale into 3rd person POV from it's current first person POV. I think it makes from a much fuller story. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have a new short story that is being edited to fit into the print version of Sacrilegious, when my publisher <a href="http://www.aphroditesapples.com/sacrilegious.htm">Aphrodite's Apples Press</a> takes things to print. (I can't wait!!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh, and I've recently submitted a short story to <a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/">The Wild Rose Press's </a>Scarlet Rosette line. The editor recommended revisions which have been made and the story turned around back to her, so... Cross your fingers for another Savannah Jordan sale!</div>Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18432181.post-19652678529964630522007-01-29T11:20:00.000-05:002007-01-29T11:27:01.531-05:00MEET SARIAH'S NEMESIS<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">**I know I don't post as often as I used to. Life got in the way. But, I am writing full-time on Sariah's story now, so I should be able to sneak a few excerpts and occasional pith and blather post up here.**</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br />The moon was headed down. Dawn was hours off, and as far as Xander Waithorn was concerned, there was enough time left for one more roll, enough time to tear through one more of Creston Black’s groupies. He eased back into the corner couch, put his polished alligator hide shoes on the table and then straightened the hem of his silk pants. <br /><br />A waitress wound her way between henchmen reaching for her rear and whores dancing with, and on each other. Xander took the darkest table in the darkest corner--she had a long way to go to make her way to his table and his tip money. He watched every step she made. She was damned sexy, he had to admit, but she was not to his liking. He preferred his women curvy and blond, not athletic and dark. Marko, however, stopped her, fondling her breasts around the tray of drinks as he took his Seven and Soda.<br /><br />She laughed at Marko's attempt, but her face was impassive. She sidestepped the goon before he could reach any lower, and made her way to Xander's table.<br /><br />Charles 'Chip' Johnston, a coiled spring ready to snap, leapt from his seat fast enough to stress test his crisp new camouflage BDU pants. Boots shoulder width apart, he stepped in front of the waitress and grabbed her tray. She glared up at him, her eyes passing over his severely short flat top. "That's close enough," he growled.<br /><br />"Let her through, Charles," Xander sniffed. "She's hardly a threat. Honestly, you take your bodyguard duties too seriously."<br /><br />Chip turned, cast Xander a rather scathing glare, before stepping out of the waitress's path. She sashayed past, waggling her ass at the irritated man. He growled, then, low and threatening. All traces of bravado sluiced from her expression. She looked down at her tray, suddenly diminished.<br /><br />"Never mind him, Dear. Come," invited Xander.<br /><br />She placed the tray of drinks on the table top, and leaned toward the waiting man. Malice and lust radiated from Xander's dark eyes, yet his manicured hand draped atop hers like a handkerchief. He pulled her closer, her breasts in his face. She trembled in his grasp as he buried his nose in her cleavage, inhaling deeply before running his tongue up her neck and to her ear. He whispered something that only she heard.<br /><br />She nodded, and left her tray behind.<br /><br />Jealous of Xander's confidence and power over women, Chip bragged, "I could bite right through that ass."<br /><br />"As well you could," Xander scoffed, "if I allowed you."<br /><br />"Allowed me?" Chip turned on Xander, his eyes flaring. "Allow me, like you allow that Werebitch to slaughter members of our Pack?"<br /><br />"Our pack? Need I remind you that I rule here, Charles?" Xander's face darkened, his fine eyebrows pinched in a scowl. "And, I told you never to mention her."<br /><br />"Rule? You're nothing more than a suit with sharp teeth; it's pretty obvious that she operates outside of your rule. What's the matter, Xander, don't like your mistakes thrown up in your face? You made her--you need to deal with her!"<br /><br />"Do not," Xander's voice dripped venom as his hand snaked around Chip's throat and began to squeeze, "make me remind you of your place. I made you, too."<br /><br />The taller Chip stood bristling, fists balled at his side. Xander rose, his regal arrogance face-to-face with Chip's restrained anger. Xander's claws came out then, cutting into Chip's neck. Xander smiled, and Chip backed down.<br /><br />"That's right," Xander said, and then sat as if the spat was simply dismissed. Chip dropped into a chair, while Xander reclined against the plush opium room style bench.<br /><br />Chip jutted his jaw in the direction of the waitress's departure.<br />"What'd you ask her?"<br /><br />"To fetch me the busty blond that's on the dance floor in front of Creston's stage."<br /><br />COPYRIGHT 2007Savannah Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912148806698893668noreply@blogger.com4