tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52674221466974319682024-03-14T03:17:57.302-06:00Trashy's TreasuresSearching myself and the self-publishing world for hidden gemsAmelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-64889925863842947382011-05-13T16:19:00.002-06:002011-05-13T16:19:59.050-06:00Forwarding addressI have moved my blog to a new home. Here's the new address: http://trashystreasures.wordpress.com/
I'm so grateful you all have chosen to follow me on Blogger, and I hope you will be comfortable in my new home. I will be removing this blog in a few days.
See you in the new neighborhood!
AmeliaAmelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-16094747715718476502011-05-13T06:33:00.001-06:002011-05-13T12:02:40.339-06:00Secret Storm excerpt - shower sexSomething wasn’t right. This wasn’t his bed. This wasn’t his home. Home wasn’t safe. Was he safe here? Jack opened his eyes and looked around without moving a muscle. Sunlight filtered in through closed curtains, lighting a neat, carefully arranged dresser against the opposite wall. The mirror and the walls around it were covered with photos. The Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-14561153815018601182011-05-11T19:50:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:27:45.465-06:00Self-publishing’s downside“There’s two sides to every Schwartz. He got the upside; I got the downside.” ~Dark Helmet, SpaceballsThere are a lot of upsides to self-publishing. The author has control over everything: writing, editing, cover design, and marketing. The self-publishing process is typically much faster than traditional publishers, and…there’s no rejection.Or so it appears. While you’ll never have to face Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-43659539816325427872011-05-10T06:27:00.000-06:002011-05-10T06:27:41.992-06:00The truth about turn-onsI grew up in a fundamental church that viewed women and girls as pure and innocent, but a girl with sexual experience (or even unfulfilled desires) was damaged goods. Fantasies were sinful (lust in your heart); therefore, masturbation was a sin. (I did it anyway.) After I lost my virginity, I beat myself up for years because I felt like I was no good. I believed that God forgave me, Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-22600928915360495732011-05-08T06:00:00.003-06:002011-05-08T06:00:11.574-06:00Tell Me You Want Me - Sex LessonsThis scene did make the final version. If you like it, buy the book!
“That was just the tip of the iceberg, just an initiation. You have a lot to learn, my sweet Janie.”“Is that right.”Okay brain, cooperate. “That’s not what I meant. I still have a lot to teach you…um….”Jane laughed and climbed on top of him. “Then I am your willing student. Show me everything you Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-24197521246369832752011-05-07T06:16:00.005-06:002011-05-07T07:17:25.503-06:00Ten years ago todayI lost my father to cancer. About three years ago, I decided to think of May 7 as the day his cancer ended, but something about the 10th anniversary is making that difficult. I can’t believe he’s been gone that long. That’s more than half my marriage. My dad was a big goof. He was known for his practical jokes and his offbeat sense of humor. He gave everyone Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-2423842859323043882011-05-05T07:08:00.001-06:002011-05-05T07:10:19.753-06:00My favorite guilty pleasures“Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.” ~Erica Jong
· Listening to Christian Kane sing—even better—watching him sing. · Real potato chips with mountains of full fat dip.· Writing a sex scene that makes me wet.· Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-60553797851248100472011-05-04T06:02:00.004-06:002011-05-04T06:02:00.076-06:00Tell Me You Want Me deleted scene – cheerleader sexThis is an extension of Austin's bedroom encounter with the cheerleader. I deleted it because it was completely gratuitous, but I like impulsive sex so here it is:“Oh Austin, don’t stop now.” Austin smiled. “Patience sweetheart. I know what you want. I know what you need. And I know how to give it to you.” He leaned over her back and nibbled her Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-35344033570867798532011-05-02T05:42:00.000-06:002011-05-02T05:42:31.738-06:00Self-publishing is easy…not!Sure the publishing part is easy once you get everything formatted right, and then wait 24-72 hours for the epublisher to convert and upload your book. Then you check the final product, correct the weird formatting bugs, upload and wait…again. If you’re lucky, you only have to make corrections once. If not…. Wait, did I say that was the easy part?The hard part is selling Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-88831031126729063932011-04-30T08:05:00.000-06:002011-04-30T08:05:21.511-06:00Saturday quickiesI had ideas for two blogs this morning, but we’re going carpet shopping today so I don’t have time to explore them fully. So here’s what occurred to me today.
First thought: I understand escapism. I saw a good quote on a bumper sticker: "Reality is for people who lack imagination." Imagination is my escape from reality, from judgment, and sometimes from plain old boredom. Writers choose to Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-14138505629916524852011-04-28T06:47:00.002-06:002011-04-28T06:50:53.602-06:00Don't tempt me. Oh okay, go ahead.I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it. ~ Mae West
I felt compelled to write about temptation today. I have no will power. The best and worst part about working and writing at home is the refrigerator. I can’t resist snacking so I don’t keep snacks in the house. When I get the munchies I usually end up eating something weird, melted cheese for example. Not melted Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-23059129929462919722011-04-27T12:33:00.000-06:002011-04-27T12:33:33.263-06:00Teacher judged for writing erotic romanceIn case you missed it: http://snydercounty.wnep.com/news/news/parents-english-teacher-writes-racy-novels/58743I don’t know where to start. There are so many directions I could take. I’m trying to collect my thoughts on this subject, but my brain is fried from formatting all morning, so forgive me if I don’t make much sense.As a romance author: my first thought was what if it happened to me?Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-28515789178271046792011-04-25T08:04:00.002-06:002011-04-26T20:31:09.758-06:00Yeah, I'm a teaseI found these interview questions on Erotica for All. I don’t know when I’ll be featured on their site, so I thought I’d post a few of them just to get you excited. ;)
How did you start writing erotica?
I’ve been reading romance novels since I was in junior high. My mom took them away from me, but that just made me want to read more. After I got married, I got a subscription to Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-80031338428677888872011-04-22T06:54:00.000-06:002011-04-22T06:54:18.280-06:00My mother told me to be a good girl…but she never told me why. All my life, I’ve always done what I’ve been told. Do your homework, Jane. Get good grades, Jane. Stay away from boys, Jane. Today I met this guy…Austin Sinclair. I know who he is—campus heartbreaker, troublemaker—all around bad boy. He doesn’t know me, of course. Why does that bug me? It’s not like I’m looking for a guy. It’s my Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-83242970820713656922011-04-21T06:23:00.000-06:002011-04-21T06:23:33.632-06:00Tell Me You Want Me is featured on Indie eBooks today!Tell Me You Want Me - Indie eBooks
Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-85903479765972602372011-04-20T05:54:00.000-06:002011-04-20T11:16:36.289-06:00The bad boy appealI wrote the original version of this post while Lost was still on the air.I watched the season premiere of Lost last night. Sawyer, the con man, is one of my favorite objects o’lust. He makes me hot in ways I can only begin to describe. Every week my husband asks me what I see in him (are you blind?) and other than the obvious fact that he’s gorgeous, the most appealing thing about Sawyer isAmelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-50049126066968357072011-04-18T07:32:00.001-06:002011-04-18T07:32:41.821-06:00The more sins you confess...."The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell." Ninon de L'Enclos (1620-1705) French Author
Does that mean I need to confess my sins or my characters’? Hmmm…I’ll start with my characters.Austin Sinclair – charming star college quarterback who can’t keep it in his pants. He calls his women baby or sweetheart because he can’t remember names and he doesn’t bother trying. Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-6093734394308820452011-04-14T07:31:00.001-06:002011-04-14T09:35:36.483-06:00Who is this girl? And why do I want her?I was just looking for a good time when she walked in and interrupted it. Damn woman. I’ve seen her before but I can’t remember…. She’s cute but she’s not the kind of girl who turns a guy’s head. She’s got a body built for full-contact sports…if you know what I mean. Dammit, what is her name?I asked her out because that’s what I do. I’m Austin Sinclair, and I’m the Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-17038532011358998102011-04-12T08:19:00.000-06:002011-04-12T09:04:55.536-06:00Romance novels are good for womenI was reading various blogs yesterday and I came across a humor blog that showed a romance novel cover with questionable images. I skimmed through the comments and found several disparaging the romance writing genre. Aren’t they just porn for women? Romance novels are trash/bad for women—the same BS I heard growing up. That’s when I jumped on my sex-is-a-good thing band wagon (and Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-3410685597853632242011-04-11T07:02:00.000-06:002011-04-11T07:02:11.548-06:00Why I write about sexI look harmless. Everyone who ‘knows’ me thinks I’m a good girl. When I showed my sister my tattoo, she said, “Is that real?” So if my family or high school friends ask me what I write about, the last thing they expect to hear is trashy romance novels.I grew up in a very conservative and fundamental family and community. My mom dragged me to church every Sunday, I went to youth group twice Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-80459419514422884022011-04-10T10:54:00.000-06:002011-04-10T10:54:16.214-06:00Sample Sunday: Halloween TreatsThis story was published as Playgirl Magazine's Fantasy of the Month in November 1997. I added some detail, but the basic story is the same.
Boring, boring, boring. Anna Jones stifled a yawn and tried to focus on the conversation around her. It was the worst party in the history of Halloween. The host was dull, the drinks flat, and the entertainment, well, less than Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-73356895706059328042011-04-08T12:41:00.000-06:002011-04-08T12:41:36.481-06:00You will know my nameYesterday when I was skimming through Twitter tweets, I found a post from the Indie Book Collective that said this: Bloggers, posting everyday is not a necessity. Make your post interesting and to the point. Quality over quantity.While this is true about any kind of writing, my first thought was to disagree. I have some experience in business marketing, and what I learned was that you have to be Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-49757550054985442802011-04-07T20:22:00.001-06:002011-04-07T20:22:49.048-06:00Review: Tell Me You Want MeI will admit, I haven’t read a romance novel in quite awhile, so I wasn’t exactly sure about what to expect. It has been said that a romance novel contains two elements: A basic love story and an emotionally satisfying ending. “Tell Me You Want Me”, by Amelia James, not only delivers these two elements brilliantly, but has the added element of amazingly hot, raunchy sex scenes.
“Tell Me You Want Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-76961887609543416992011-04-07T07:29:00.000-06:002011-04-07T07:29:13.014-06:00Excerpt: Secret Storm“No.” Jack snatched the phone from Sara’s hand. There was no way he was gonna let this conversation continue. Not now; not ever.“What the hell are you doing?” Sara gasped. “I’m not done talking to him.”Jack hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. “You are now.”Sara snarled and went after her phone, but Jack grabbed her arm. “Let go of me,” she tried toAmelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267422146697431968.post-13229472439261849842011-04-07T06:42:00.000-06:002011-04-07T06:42:05.476-06:00How I got started writing romanceTo be perfectly honest, I don’t remember. I started writing stories as soon as I learned how to print. I didn’t know how to spell though, and that old witch always ‘thew’ me into her pot. I gave up the horror stories pretty quick and started reading Harlequin romances in junior high. The school library had a huge collection of them, and I read nearly every one. When Amelia Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03778771052072403010noreply@blogger.com0