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Snippet Saturday! Fight Scenes

For more snippets by some really awesome authors, like Lauren Dane, Vivi Anna, Michelle Pillow, Shelley Munro, SJ Day and more, visit the links at the bottom of this post. Yep, Snippet Saturday just for you!

Fight Scene snippet from
Hatsept Heat (Vampire Council of Ethics)

This just wasn’t happening. Yep, he’d wake up any minute and find himself in his apartment, tangled up in his sheets and covered in a cold sweat. There was just no way his luck could possibly be this bad that Kimora, of all people, would show up at the home of a woman he was eager to sink into and stay put for the rest of his days.

God, please, please let a bad guy cross my path right now. The need to hit something, anything, was so strong Kenoe clenched his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets as far as they would go. He’d already had his love play interrupted. The last thing he needed was for someone to see him knock a hole into a wall and call the police to take him to the crazy house.

The moist, cool evening air sank through his jacket and into his skin, adding a chill to his already morbid mood. A soft breeze brought the scent of cherry, birch and Japanese pear, all so prolific in this country at this time of year. In the distance, the low-hanging clouds were lit up by the profusion of lights and signs typical of the city’s nightlife.

Kenoe’s keen hearing picked up the sounds of one of Shibuya’s main drags a few streets over. Auto and foot traffic, crowds congregating, discos, bars, coffee houses. Young and old, it was all about fun at night in this district. Surely everyone was enjoying what was left of the evening…everyone except him. And it was all that damned Kimora’s fault.

Kenoe had made it six steps from Shinju’s front door when his body slammed to a screeching halt. Instincts on full tilt, he picked up a slight, almost silent rustle off to his left. Aha. Just what he needed. Right there in front of him crouched behind a bush was the man he’d seen tailing Shinju before. The same one he’d sent a digital photo of to Bix this afternoon. And Kenoe was in the perfect mood to do a little interrogation. Too bad he didn’t have his tainted blade on him. Kenoe liked to call the film on his katana the Dr. Carin Vampire Puke Serum. One cut with the stuff and a full-blooded vamp would fall to his knees in seconds, hurling up his guts. Took the fight right out of ’em and made the scum that Seekers spent their time chasing a whole lot more cooperative.

Then again, this man moved like a vampire but didn’t smell like one. Would the serum smeared on Kenoe’s blade even affect him?

Well, since Kenoe wasn’t on duty and had left his gear behind in his apartment, his fists would just have to do. He eased up on the man without a sound, extended one hand and lifted him right up off the ground by the back of his collar.

The man responded by kicking backward with his heel to land a blow to Kenoe’s solar plexus. Even a vampire had to flinch at that one. Might even have a bruise in the morning, and the pain was just enough to piss Kenoe off some more. Dropping the guy to the ground, he moved in swiftly. Granted, the man got in a few good punches, but even with vamp speed he was no match for a full-blooded male Seeker in his prime. So Kenoe proceeded to kick his vampire-moving-but-no-smelling ass all over the front of Shinju’s porch. Finished playing with his prey, he’d just cocked his fist back to deliver a knockout blow when the door opened and a blur that looked like an enraged woman flew at him. Followed by a knee to the balls.

He went down like a ton of bricks.

Well, at least he wasn’t alone. Shinju’s talented knee made contact with his opponent’s balls too—a man who happened to be a hell of a lot more bruised up than Kenoe was at the moment. Well, except for his now-purple balls.

“Kenoe, what the fuck are you doing? No, never mind, don’t answer that. I can see what you’re doing,” she yelled, then rounded on the other man doubled over on the ground next to him.

“What are you doing here, Sasuke?”

“I was just coming to visit. I’d hoped to get some of that cake I saw on your table yesterday.” Each word was a gasped groan. “Damn it, Shinju, my balls were just fine where they were.”

“Mine too,” Kenoe rasped, then wished he’d kept his mouth shut when the crazy woman smacked him and the Sasuke guy in the back of the neck like they were little kids. Here he was, a Seeker for cripes sake, groveling at the feet of a five-foot-nothing human female. God, he hoped no one ever got wind of this ’cause he’d never hear the end of it.

Shinju stepped back, practically snarling. “Do you really think I’m buying that, Sasuke? Max has you here spying on me. Well you tell my brother that this is the last time he is to send anyone to babysit me, damn it.”

“He’s only concerned for you, Shinju,” Sasuke wheezed.

Kenoe lifted his head and growled, “What the hell are you talking about? She’s my woman and mine to protect.”

Sasuke’s head swiveled around to pin Kenoe with a puffy-eyed stare. The man’s eyes were already swelling shut and the bruises forming into an interesting pattern across his face. Boy, that was going to hurt in the morning. Not to mention the cuts oozing blood from his brow, lips and cheeks. Still, he was able to talk shit.

“Says who, you fucking long-haired, pasty-faced, white-haired…”

“Oh shut up, both of you. You both need Plexiglas bellybuttons,” Shinju fumed.

“Huh?” Sasuke and Kenoe both gurgled, hands jammed between their legs. Kenoe, for one, wondered if he’d ever get the feeling back in his testicles. He almost grinned when he saw Sasuke in the same sorry shape.

Shinju hissed, “You need a Plexiglas bellybutton so you can see when you’ve got your head up your ass. Now get the hell off my property.”

Kenoe made to step up on the stoop. Her arm shot out and landed dead center in his gut. Damn, the woman was strong.

“Both of you. Besides, I don’t have anything else to say to you. You’re street fighting? I don’t believe it. You’re supposed to be a cop. And as for whatever’s going on with Kimora, I don’t even want to hear it. Go away.”

For the second time tonight the door closed in his face. And his woman had just bested two grown men—one a vampire and the other with vampire traits. Kenoe and Sasuke both flopped down on the front steps to catch their breath.

“Is she always like that?” Kenoe panted, one hand holding his stomach, the other his sore sac.

“You have no idea. I’m Sasuke, by the way.” He wheezed just as hard, partly from the exertion of keeping his head attached to his body, which Kenoe had seemed pretty keen on removing, and partly from the swift kick to the nuts, compliments of Shinju.

“So, you’re not tailing her for any ill purpose. That much is clear,” Kenoe stated flatly.

“Glad you figured it out. I’d hate to have to finish the fight Shinju broke up. That woman.”

“So you’re a friend of her brother’s?”

“Something like that, yes. He worries about her but can’t always be here. Since he’s my boss, and Shinju is like a little sister to me, I sometimes take it upon myself to keep an eye on her.”

“She seems to be able to take care of herself.”

“For the most part, yes. But her brother is a very important man and the last thing he wants is for her to be threatened because of it.”

Kenoe understood all too well. Alaan had cut himself off from just about every female in the vampire nation because his position in the clans would put any female he chose to mate in terrible danger.

“It’s not unheard of…ow!” Kenoe’s leg smarted and throbbed. When had that happened? He’d have to check himself over thoroughly when he got back to his apartment. “As I was saying, it’s not unheard of for some to use family members for ransom and extortion. What does Shinju’s brother do that would make her a target?”

With a sigh, the man rose shakily to his feet.

“Nice to meet you, Kenoe.” Sasuke’s hand reached out, grabbed Kenoe’s and pumped it up and down quickly. Then he walked daintily to a black-on-black motorcycle parked in front of the house next door. Easing himself onto the crotch rocket, he started the bike and took off.

 

On the way home, all Kenoe could think about was the possibility of Shinju in danger. After a quick shower he eased into bed with an ice pack over his balls and called Bix to share what he’d learned tonight. The man, Sasuke, did indeed have a few vampire traits. But more importantly, during their fight, he’d caught the scent of a rogue vampire near Shinju’s house for the second time in as many days. Something foul was afoot, and he had a feeling he needed to get to the bottom of it. And quickly.

Snippets from other Snippet Saturday authors:
Shelley Munro
Anya Bast
Cynthia Eden
SJ Day
Vivi Anna
Jaci Burton
Mandy Roth
Michelle Pillow
Juliana Stone
Moira Rogers
Sasha White
Maura Anderson
Beth Kery
Jody Wallace
Eliza Gayle
Kelly Maher
Elisabeth Naughton
Taige Crenshaw
Beth Williamson

Available in print early!

Hatsept Heat, Vampire Council of Ethics Book 3…

Hatsept Heat, V.C.O.E. Book 3 is available early in print. It was supposed to come out on May 19th, but I don’t mind that you can get it now ;D Order at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Samhain Publishing and other booksellers.

In addition to print, this book is also available for Kindle and other eBook readers.

This book picks up where Serati’s Flame, V.C.O.E. Bk 2 ends, with Kenoe on his leave of absence.

Blurbage: Kenoe: A sexy lethal weapon. Shinju: Ditto—with more dangerous curves.

Kenoe Hatsept is in a quandary. The handsome elite Seeker spent years training for a single burning goal: Revenge. Now that the object of his attention has been brought to justice, what’s next? Japan, the one place that has always called to him, sounds like the perfect place to relax, search his soul and plan out the rest of his life.

Instead he finds his head, and his hands, full of a woman who’s sharper than she appears on the surface…in more ways than one. And she’s hip deep in trouble.

Shinju Maruyama just wants to keep her profile low and go about her business. But the long-toothed people just don’t want to let her keep her family secrets. It’ll take all her skill with her brain and her blades to change their minds. There’s something strange and irresistible about Kenoe, and it scares the hell out of her. But she just can’t seem to shake him.

For Kenoe, endangering his life to help her bring the bad guys to heel is easy. Revealing his true nature to her risks far more—his heart.

KOMO News Seattle, Channel 4

Hey all,

The folks in the news industry are taking this latest Amazon debacle seriously. I called their web diva to let her know that the ‘gay/lesbian’ stint as reported by the Associated Press that speaks of those books having their sales rank pulled doesn’t cover the half of it.

They ended up doing an interview on the spot about how far reaching Amazon’s decision goes. Also, on Twitter a fellow author confirmed with her editor that a Amazon rep said that it is NOT a glitch, as its currently being reported.

Check out the article and what I have to say courtesy of KOMO News in Seatle: KOMO NEWS LINK

Amazon Has Really Lost It

This just seems to be a bad idea on a long list of bad ideas. What are they thinking?

Amazon has pulled the sales rank of books with adult themes. This includes books by yours truly, as well as lifestyle books for gay and lesbians (some are historical accounts and not novels at all). My book, Doing it the Hard Way from Pocket and all of my Ellora’s Cave books are now stripped of their sales rank and may not appear in searches. Oh joy. As if making sales wasn’t already hard enough.

This from Smart Bitches Trashy Books: “Authors such as Jaci Burton, Maya Banks, Larissa Ione and Stephanie Tyler have reported that since being stripped of their sales rankings, their titles are no longer found in searches on Amazon.com. MetaWriter is also compiling a list of titles that have been stripped of their sales rank.

When pressed for a reason, Amazon.com’s customer service department told YA author Mark Probst:

In consideration of our entire customer base, we exclude “adult” material from appearing in some searches and best seller lists. Since these lists are generated using sales ranks, adult materials must also be excluded from that feature.”

And of course, Twitter is exploding with the news as small press and NY Presses are affected by this.

Wanna help get the point across? Link to http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/amazonrank using the words Amazon Rank.

This One is for My Girls!

I know many of you have seen this video before but I just love it. What brought this about? I was in Indianapolis for work at a customer site. As I walked through the cafeteria a woman I didn’t know caught me by the sleeve and asked, “Girl, are those sisterlocks?”

She was a beautiful woman…but her hair was thinning and breaking especially around the edges. She had a receding hairline where her hair should have been.

Been there, done that.

I spent a whole lot of years trying to get my hair to do something that it was never meant to do – be straight. I would go devotedly to the beauty shop, sit for hours (they double and triple booked in case somebody cancelled… but nobody ever did) for them to get to me so they could put a glop of grease on my scalp to try to protect it from burning when they put the lye relaxer in my hair.

Then I would sit with tears in my eyes for about fifteen or twenty minutes while they tried to get to the two thousand six hundred and forty nine women in the shop. I would get a rinse with some really good smelling shampoo followed by a setting solution that stung so bad the tears came back with a vengeance.

Next, my hair was rolled, slicked down or styled into whatever doo I was after, and I was off to sit under the dryer for an hour and a half so my hair could dry to a crackling, stiff-but-bone-straight consistency. After all that my hair was surprisingly soft, smelled great and was straight as I-don’t-know-what. And I did that every six to eight weeks for years.

Why? Because when I was growing up, curly, kinky or nappy hair was SO not in. Women of color were taught to straighten their hair. No doubt my hair was easier to manage when it was straight, but there was one little problem: My self-esteem became wrapped up in my hair. So what do you think happened to my self-esteem when my super-long gorgeous hair, after so many years of being practically burned out by perm solution, began breaking and thinning to the point where I had to wear hair pieces on my ponytails to even HAVE a ponytail? Hummph!

It seems to be a normal thing in society these days to be convinced that what you were born with is nowhere near good enough to be acceptable. If you have thin lips they tell you to go get ’em plumped. If you’re a big girl, you’re told to get skinny. If you’re skinny, you’re told to get some hips. If you’re dark, you’re told you should be lighter. If you have straight hair, you’re told you need some curls. If you have curls, you’re told it should be straight. I mean, DAYUM!

I’d been toying with the idea of going natural for a long time but had no idea how to go about it. Then I met a fabulous author named Kimberly Kaye Terry. She’s a natural hair-wearing sistah who pointed me to some really good resources to research the path I wanted to go. It was encouraging hearing her story on what made her go natural. And it was something I wanted so much.


Me chillin’ in my office

So finally I found an answer to the kind of doo I wanted to wear. I have been sporting locs (no, not dreadlocs ’cause there ain’t nothing dreadful about my hair) for two years now and I couldn’t be happier. My hair is thick, long, strong and beautiful.

Check out this music video about how we women, all of us women, are more than what appears on the outside. I absolutely LOVE IT! If you can’t see the embedded video, visit this link.

Twitter-fied!

Where do you spend your time when you’re on the web? I’ve been finding myself enamored with Twitter. It’s so fast and so simple it’s almost irresistible. For those who have very little time to keep up with blogs and posts and websites in addition to ‘life’ stuff Twitter is a god-send! It’s the fastest communication tool I’ve ever used.

And it’s fun!

So that’s why I have a Twitter widget on my website now, so even if you don’t have a lot of time to comb through my website and see what I’m up to, you can always take a peek at the twitter-widget or hop on Twitter, take about 30 seconds (two minute tops) and catch up on what’s happening in the worlds of your favorite authors. Not to mention, there are plenty of good ole regular folks out there with interesting lives.

I’ve been converted! I am now a full-fledged Tweet-tee!

going, Going, GONE!

I’ve been notified by one of my publishers that Carinian’s Seeker (Vampire Council of Ethics) is going out of print.

This means it will only be available in eBook once the stores (including Amazon and Barnes and Noble) sell or return their current copies. No new copies will be available in print.

This book has received awesome reviews and was also nominated for a CAPA award. So if you’ve been on the fence about getting a print copy of this book, get it ‘fore it’s gone.

TJ
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Latest Releases: CARAMEL KISSES, Now Available
DOING IT THE HARD WAY, Pocket Books
HATSEPT HEAT, Vampire Council of Ethics Bk 3

Holiday Hotties and Merry Christmas

Thank you to all who joined us at the Holiday Hottie chat on December 19th. It was a load of fun. And now, HOLIDAY HOTTIES is done! The two grand prize winners will be announced on Monday, December 22, 2008. Stay tuned!

I’m giving books this year which, believe it or not, is something I’ve never done. If you’re doing the same here are some links to make it easier.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!

TJ
www.tjmichaels.com