Throwback Thursday Suddenly Last Summer

Frontwoman Martha Davis says tis isn’t about one specific relationship. She says that she believes the song to be about irrevocable change, the loss of innocence, the melancholy associated with not being able to go home again.


I just like it.  Here are more cool facts about Suddenly last Summer.

The many hats we wear–Thats a wrap


Write about it Wednesday

I have talked over the last few weeks about the different stages of writing. The actual writing, Research, Alpha readersediting , carpenter, socialite,  reviewer,- and last week  ‎swashbuckler.

As you see an author is not just sitting and writing a story. It’s like juggling all the time and walking a tightrope at other times. It is not easy balancing all this, and it gets very overwhelming.


I am still trying to get back up on the rope again. Recently I got overwhelmed by it all. I set a release date long before my book was ready, not anticipating some health issues and family problems.

I hope you enjoyed behind the scenes of writing and found all the hats we wear interesting and informative.

Remember this is only my opinions and there is no right or wrong way.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. If I can’t answer, I will try to get the answers for you.



Surrounded by Crimson

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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Lexi Ander author of Surrounded by Crimson.

Hi Lexi, thank you for agreeing to this interview.

Tell us something about your character’s friends.

Tristan’s and Ushna’s closest friends are Brian, Gregori, Stan and Jory. They lived close together and grew up together. Made life plans together. When tragedy hit them and Brian was killed, they banded together to comfort each other. Although life didn’t turn out how they planned as kids (Does it ever?), and they went their separate ways for a short time, when they were really needed their friends returned.

What is your character’s favorite meal? Favorite dessert? Favorite snack food?

Tristan could eat his body weight in cheese balls. He also craves maraschinos cherries, and pastries made my Marjan. At this time, he couldn’t care less that none of these represent any part of the food pyramid. He also says that you can bribe him with coffee but I wouldn’t if I were you. No one wants to see Ushna angry.

What activity does your character absolutely hate?

Meeting with the Mayor of Clearwater. He doesn’t like the pandering. He just want to bring his businesses to town so that he can keep a finger on the pulse of his investments. He thought Clearwater would be happy to have more jobs but the politics behind such things chafe.

What other author’s book do you think your character would be good in?

Tristan: I so got this one. I would love to star in the Sword of the King by Megan Derr.

Ushna: I don’t think that is exactly what the questions means. This is not a movie but a book that someone like you would be a valuable character when added.

Tristan: Books are better than movies. You get the lowdown of the MCs thoughts and flashbacks to the things that suck in his life. If they did it the same way in the movies, the actor would be standing in one location for fifteen minutes while everyone waits for the answer to some question that brought back an old memory. *lips moving, he reads the question again* No, I’m pretty sure I would be great in the Sword of the King.

Ushna: And what about me? You didn’t think I noticed your choice is a romance with knights and dragons?

Tristan: And Clan Mordrid.

Ushna: Did you just… sigh?

Tristan: *coughs* No, I was trying to stifle a cough.

Ushna: That doesn’t make it any better.

Tristan: Next question please.

What’s your favorite decade and why?

I get nostalgic over little things from my childhood—food, place, people—but I’d rather stay in the present. When I think about going to the past all I can think of fighting the same prejudices again. I’d rather stay in the present because even though society isn’t perfect (and I’m a firm believer that there is no such thing as perfect) today is far removed from where we used to be. I don’t need a refresher course to know or to remember.

Thank you for having me over! I had a great time. Oh, and good luck with the giveaway!!



Author Name: Lexi Ander

Book Name: Surrounded by Crimson

Series: Sumeria’s Sons

Book: Four

Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment.

Pages or Words: 48,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Release Date: July 1, 2015

Publisher: Less Than Three Press

Cover Artist: Londen Burden

About Surrounded by Crimson:

Tristan has agreed to bond with Ushna but there is still much to do and returning to Tribe Enkidu puts everyone on edge. Tristan is being stalked like prey all the while fighting depression as he mourns the loss of Nikita and enduring a battle of wills with the Elder Council over his birthright. The pleading of his adoptive daughter only adds still more stress to the situation.

Stumbling onto a secret prison while searching for Ushna leads Tristan to risk everything to free a lost God. But breaking the tie to his Flame has more repercussions than Tristan knew and the assistance of a forgotten Goddess and a centuries old lover may not be enough to save him.

A little more Surronded BY Crimson:

Ushna was out of the car and greeting his parents before I unbuckled the seatbelt. Hami wasn’t as tall as his son but he was wide, very wide, barrel-chested with a set of deltoids on him the size of small children. His dark hair was cut above the ears and I’d never seen the man without at least three days growth of facial hair. It looked good on him. That kind of scruff made me resemble a bum.

Donya was tall and lean, one of those women who had a natural sway when she walked. Her blue-black hair fell to her waist in thick glossy waves. Her skin was a deep almond, darker than her husband’s or son’s, and her bright, emerald-green eyes were large and expressive.

They both greeted Ushna with festive exuberance, and why not? I’d kept him away from them for a very long time. I observed them for a moment over the hood of the SUV. Hami picked his son up in a bear hug, laughing loud and boisterous. Donya took his face between her palms as she gazed deeply into his bi-colored eyes—eyes that were forever changed by me. At that thought, I wondered how they truly perceived me. My stomach rolled with anxiety-induced queasiness.


With all the grace of someone my size, I made my way into the house, leaving Ushna to his family reunion. I had hoped we wouldn’t see them until after the children were born. I’d entered the home stretch of my pregnancy. Even with the ring of illusion, I had a hard time hiding my condition. Early in my pregnancy, Gregori had fashioned a ring of magic, creating the illusion that hid my continually growing stomach and constructed a normal appearance.

A pregnant male wasn’t something we wanted to explain to humans. With the looming threat of assassination, if my identity was discovered, we thought it best to continue to keep my birthright a secret until after the children were born. So I’d continue to wear the illusion even though the ring wasn’t much help now. The giveaway was in the walk and the way I stood. People could see there was something different by how I held my body and it couldn’t be helped. I was able to hurry, in spurts, and then I lumbered like an elephant—very National Geographic.

Neesie followed me into the kitchen. She was dressed differently than what I’d become accustomed to. Gone were the combat boots, black jeans, and white tees. She wore a pale blue silk blouse, a pinstriped pencil skirt, and knee-high black stiletto boots. She appeared fierce in a whole new way.

“Why didn’t you wait and greet Ushna’s parents?” she asked.

With a plate in hand, I inspected the cold cuts tray that sat on the kitchen counter. I was starved and wanted something quick to eat before everyone came in. When I didn’t answer Neesie, she took the plate from me and started placing fresh vegetables on it.

“I thought I’d give them some time to catch up,” I finally replied. It wasn’t a complete lie. “They haven’t had their son to themselves in quite some time. They don’t need me hanging out in the background.”

Neesie pinned me with her golden-brown gaze. “That is such bullshit and you know it. What’s the real issue?”

I quirked a smile at her. “You know I love ya?”

“Yes, and you’re the one who called me for dating advice because you suck at subtle. Your ‘hey moron, get your hands off my sister‘ ranked right up there.”

“I can’t help it if Mr. Octopus Arms was oblivious to his audience.”

“Go ahead and keep playing that song because I know you still refer to him as Lonnie Fucking-Fowler. Before you walked into the house, your face turned green and you practically sprinted in here.”

“Ahh, stampede!” I gave mock crowd screams. Neesie was not impressed.

“Spill, jackass.” She shoved a full plate into my hands and a chair under my ass. Neesie glared at me but her expression was filled with concern.

“Fine, you tyrant. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be able to show them that I am a strong partner and worthy of their son’s love and devotion. But right now I’m huge, and miserable, and swollen, and hungry. Why did you give me carrots? You know I hate carrots. You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you? I’m an elephant, not a rabbit. I get like peanuts or something, not Bugs Bunny hand-me-downs.” I threw the carrot at my cackling sister. The woman was not remorseful.


I threw another carrot at Neesie before turning to see who called for me. I swallowed a curse as I faced Donya. She stood in the doorway, her large green eyes soft and liquid as she searched my expression.

“Ma’am?” Embarrassingly, my voice cracked like I was fourteen years old.

“How can we not be proud of you, son?” Donya crossed the room in a smooth glide and gently took me in her arms. “We’ve always been proud of you, Tristan, don’t ever believe differently.” Tentatively I embraced her in return and ignored Neesie’s sniffles.

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Meet Lexi:Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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A walk in the park


Every day Dad and I try to take a morning walk. Sunday it was rainy but in the afternoon it cleared up.

The Mark Twain riverboat. It runs  hour long cruises and some 2 hour dinner cruises.

We usually take a different route around town or by the river each day. There Is so much to see. We can walk up town,to the river or climb steps ot the lighthouse. to day we went to the river and the park.



When we got back we looked at his flowers he planted in the back.

He decided we needed to trim the rose bush out of his new plant and tied it up. Since he can’t bend or chance anything getting in his eye I got the honors of working with the testy rose bush. I finally managed getting it  tied up to dad’s liking. I  got  squishy mud between my toes, so when we went in I had to wash the bottoms of our shoes.

I did however grab me a few of the daisies he has growing and found a pretty blue soup bowl, using the technique I saw on TV today


DSC00241I produced this lovely  bouquet.


I will miss this when I get home since I won’t have this luxury.

Do you have a pretty park you like walking in?


Crafty me…Cute T-shirt and coffee mug

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Finally I got a chance to go over my sister-in-law so she could teach me how to use my silhouette crafting machine that I got for my birthday…Back in January.  The wait was worth it. I learned some nifty tricks that it took her a while to master and had a nice afternoon with her. We laughed and  had a good time. I also learned it can be a bit time consuming and frustrating. But isn’t everything new?  She showed me how to get designs on my computer and  the ins and outs of running the machine. We figured out what I was doing wrong and I think I can do it on my own now.

We made this cute T-shirt

my shirt



my mug

and that’s me  with both!

me and shirt

Saturday night we are going to the baseball game. It will be my first.

Do you have any cool hobbies? Do you like to craft?