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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sin kidnaps debut author Nika Riley for Exclusive Interview!
I always loved when we pulled into port. Not for the reasons the other pirates thought of, (dirty dirty pirate minds- I wasn't that type of girl. Well, usually wasn't that type of girl.) but I always had a chance to sneak up on my BFF, the pixy Sita. I had a project in need of her assistance.
I let go of the rope and landed on the pier, soft soled boots absorbing all the sound as I checked the empty pier for riffraff.
"Whatcha know, tart?"
I whirled around. My heart thumped hard against my ribs and I scowled. This is what I deserved for using my wish to give her the ability to be human size. She enjoyed catching me off guard. The brat.
"Sita, dearest. Long time no see." I crossed my arms over my chest and she followed suit. "I have a favor."
"No kidding?" She laughed, and her demeanor changed from fanged vixen to tinkerbell. Pixy dust shimmered in the dying sunlight and I held my breath. There was no way I wanted to breathe in that stuff. I'd be higher than a kite for days and I needed my wits about me for what was going to happen next. "You vex half of Barbosa's crew again?"
I frowned. That had been a bad accident. He still hadn't forgiven me. Not even after falling for Mad Maureen. He couldn't admit they were perfect together. "No. You are such a wench. I have to do this interview for our joint venture and I'm struggling a bit with it."
"Oh, you mean for Booty magazine? You got Nika Riley to sign on for an interview? How did you manage that? Find her family and threaten them?"
I gave Sita a look that scared meaner men. "I do not threaten people. I ask nicely and when they won't do what I want, then I persuade them."
"Persuade them?" She laughed. "Please. Save the looks for the crew. When are you doing this?"
"Now?"
"You're kidding." She ran a hand through her wild curls and gave me an exasperated look. "You've always been like this, you know that? Last minute for EVERYTHING."
"Which means you'll do it."
"Yes, but only because I love you." Sita grinned. "That and I've been dying to meet Nika. She's a hermit, you know. No one knows who she really is."
I rolled my eyes. "Please. If someone wanted to find out, they could. They just haven't tried."
"Plenty have tried, my dear. No one has succeeded until now!" I blinked and Sita transformed back into pixy size, "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll head onto the ship and scope out Ms. Nika Riley."
I sighed. Great. I dunno what I was thinking when I thought about asking her to do this with me. I shook my head and reached for the rope to swing me back on board. The pirates were milled around my reserved cabin. I never used it. I usually slept in the crow's nest where I knew no one could sneak up on me.
"What are you pirates doing?" Everyone jumped away from peeking through the boards, except for Lisa, who crossed her arms over her chest and frowned.
"She looks like someone I've met before." Lisa peeked back through the boards and pointed towards the figure in black. "She's wearing a hoodie but I know I know her."
Great. That's all I needed- suspicious pirates. "You do not. Stop harassing her."
Hells pushed her way in front of everyone. "Her eyes look an awful lot like yours, Sin."
"You have to be kidding me." I rolled my eyes at Hells. "I can't be two people at once. That's just absurd."
"Something fishy is going on here." The Bo'sun piped up. "And it's not because we're out to sea."
"Yeah." Marn and Hal looked at each other and crossed their arms over their chests. "We both know when something just doesn't add up. And this doesn't add up, Sin."
"Aye, not at all." Mad Maureen scowled at me from above, her long legs dangled over the door. "'fess up you ninja tart. What's really goin' on here? Who's the pixy?"
"You mean me?" Sita leaned against the cabin door in all her human size glory, pixy fangs resting against her ruby red lips and the crew jumped back. "I'm harmless. Really."
Mad Maureen started mumbling to herself. Hells shook her finger in Sita's direction. "You look familiar too."
"Oh god, don't start this crap again." I pushed everyone away from the cabin door and shoved Sita inside and followed in behind her. "Put the cloak on this cabin so we can get down to business."
Sita mumbled to herself and I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and counted to five. "Don't you start too."
I went to where I had the fake set up and yanked the black hoodie up and the illusion disappeared. I slipped the hoodie over my head and snuggled in.
Sita narrowed her eyes, and looked around the cabin. She threw her hands up in the air, "So where is she? Did you lie to get me here?" A smile slid across her lips slowly and her eyes twinkled, "You know if you want to see me, all you gotta do is ask."
I rolled my eyes. I was going to hit the world record of eye rolling in a single day if I kept this up. "Please. I'm not that desperate."
Sita laughed, "Ouch, you bitch. That hurt."
"Not as much as it does for me." I took a deep breath. This was going to be incredibly hard. "Okay. I have to ‘fess up."
"You wanted to see me?"
I laughed, "No, you crack pot. Nika is me. I'm Nika Riley. At First Taste is my book."
"No way!" Sita squealed and I slapped my hands over my ears.
"Warn a girl before you do that, okay? I like my eardrums."
"I can't believe it." Sita took a seat on my unused bunk and stared at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and then dropped them down and shuffled my feet. Sita had been my best friend for decades. Some things were just hard to confess to. "You never told me."
"Can we just do the interview and get this over with?"
"Is this one of those things where if I tell anyone you're going to kill me?"
I flopped into the hammock. "Yup."
"Crap. That sucks." She started to mutter again. Sounded like the startings of a truth spell.
"Sita!"
"Dang, okay. It just sucks that you finally do something cool and I can't brag about it."
"You're hopeless."
"Not the first time I've heard that." Sita slipped over to the desk and grabbed some paper and a pen and started to write furiously on the page. "I have so many questions."
"Well, I only have so many answers, so you better get to it."
"Let me just get the preliminary stuff written down and we'll get down to business."
Booty Magazine presents: Nika Riley, author of At First Taste- number 1 on the NYT bestsellers list for 15 weeks straight here to dish on all the great things secret in her life-
I reached for her paper and snatched it away. I scanned it. "What the hell is this?! I'm not dishing about my secret life!"
Her lower lip pouted. "Not even a little. To me?"
"Especially not to you, blabber mouth!"
Sita snatched the page back. "Fine."
She was quiet for a second and looked up again. "How about doing the cover for next month's issue? You could wear a torn skirt, your soft soled black boots with the hellacious heel and a torn white peasant shirt hanging from the ropes of the ship." She tapped the pen against her lips. "Our ratings would go through the roof! Our male readers would kill-"
"NO! Absolutely NOT!" I smacked a hand over my eyes. This was the worst idea I'd had since the Barbosa episode. And that was because I was on a three day rum bender and Sita dared me. "No, Sita! Don't even think about sneaking a picture on the cover!"
"Ugh, you ruin all my fun! Okay. Fine. Be that way. I'm just sayin'..."
"Well don't say anymore. I have no desire to go public. Not now. Not ever. I have a ship to play pirate to and a crew I'm fond of."
She started to write again and I leaned back in the hammock and closed my eyes. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. I could do this. Someone once told me that doing this interview should be interesting since I never opened up. I could prove them wrong.
Sure I could.
Oh god, this was going to be bad.
Tune in next week to read Booty Magazine's exclusive interview with author Nika Riley! Any questions you would like to see answered? Any rumors you might have heard in the rumor mill you want addressed? This is your chance!
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127 comments:
I had a request from Mad Maureen fer details on exactly what ya pulled on Hector's crew. He ain't tellin', not even me! And I can usually weedle most anythin' outta him...
And get that pixie away from me!
I'll shake ya like a salt shaker, ya little tart!
Considers a moment...
Actually, me glitter could use refillin'...! Here Sita, Sita, Sita!
And I don't regret introducin' Hector and MM...she were lookin' fer inspiration fer a new book and he do be inspiratin'!
Hi :)
I love the story-style of your post!
I'm looking forward to Nika Riley's interview here.
Is Nika Riley on Twitter?
I've searched & searched...
All the best,
RKCharron
xoxo
Sin,you clever girl! I can't wait to read the interview with the elusive, reclusive Nika Riley. :)
I have questions to ask Nika about how she guards her privacy. Of course, now that her identity is revealed . . . Hmmm.
Very, very sneaky, Sin. Although, what do you expect from a pirate AND a ninja!
So, Nika, what genre would you say you write in?
Hi Nika!
So, do you plan to make At First Taste into a series? If so, how many books will it be?
:)
Chance, MM doesn't need to know the details. I have no desire to get pushed overboard to the Kraken.
Can't wait for Sita to see you're going to shake her like a salt shaker. LOL
RKC, thanks so much for the kudos! I wasn't sure how I was going to pull this off, but I knew I had to do it story like because writing it like a regular interview was out of the question. I'm too weird for that. LOL
Nika, is not on Twitter. She loathes the thought of people knowing what she's doing once a week, let alone people knowing what she's doing because she's updating them with bits and pieces. Maybe eventually she will get on there and become a part of the functioning 21st century.
Janga, that's a very good question ;) I will have Nika touch on that subject next week. She might hop aboard later today and she may talk about it then. Privacy is very important.
Marn, great question! I've read the preliminary interview (Sita's been working on some Q/A she wants to see answered) and Sita touches on that. She's anxious to see what the second book in Nika's Blood Wars series (At First Taste) will be named.
Irish, didn't mean to skip over you dearest. Being a ninja pirate is sometimes hard to manage. LOL
Very good question!
Only Sin could interview herself and still not reveal a thing. Can you at least tell us about the book?
The interview is next week, dear. LOL
I will dish next week on At First Taste and my next attempt at a book series, Double Vision after I have a couple of drinks.
I shouldn't have outted myself. This is what happens when you drink too much rum and have a pixy as a best friend.
Sin, I'm thinking you, I mean Nika, must have specialized ninja training to evade questioning, so I can't wait to find out how successful Sita will be pulling out the answers.
I think Sita, the insider, might be the best one to question actually. If Chance shaking her like a salt shaker doesn't work to make her give up the secrets she learns, then maybe a little praise. Sita, do you appear in Nika's books? You deserve a starring role, don't you think? Now what can you tell me about your friend here... :)
I also love the story style of your post! Great way to leave your fans wanting more.
I've seasoned really well in evading. It's an art form. *grin* Serves me well to keep me out of trouble.
I know Sita will be logging in later to see what's going on. She thinks she's gonna shake down Nika and get the scoop. I suppose we'll see. If Nika keeps drinking, you never know what might happen.
Melissa, I absolutely love how you're buttering her up. Sita's gonna eat that up. Crap.
Sita, dearest, don't even think about it.
I can answer, however, that in a question Sita asked, and my reply, Sita realized she's a character in At First Taste . It was a light bulb moment for her. Very satisfying to see it register. She's a tad slow sometimes.
*ducking*
*LOL* I was totally thinking the same thing, Bo'sun--that she could do an interview that didn't tell us anything. *LOL* I feel like I watched an episode of LOST. So much revealed and yet...nothing...
But like LOST, I'm too vastly entertained by what was shared to care that we haven't found out about the stories yet.
I love-love-love the "Blood Wars" as a series name. That just sounds like a pirate tarty ninja type of title!!
Thank you Hellie. I really appreciate that. I was torn over series names and I dreamed it. So it stuck.
OK.... whoever thought they could or would shake me like a salt shaker better have a protection spell that angels and demons can't touch.. because I'll be damned if anyone is taking my pixy dust.... I am not... and I repeat... NOT to be shaken by anyone that wants to live... Unless you're hot and single and want to tie me down to something.. in that case I'll be taking auditions at 2 pm.
As far as the secret dish on Sin or Nika... well... I always need funds for my wild adventures... but it'll cost ya a far prettier penny than I have...
Mad Maureen could take you dearest. In fact, I'd sell tickets to that fight.
And MM, if you want some pixy dust, I'll get it for you. Only because I enjoy razzing my dear Sita. *grin*
Being I'm remembering where I met Sita now, you better keep ducking, Nita. Sita can bludgeon with the best of them.
Am I the only one with the tune "Shake it like a poloroid picture..." going through her head? Yeah? Figures.
So this is basically a blog commercial. Nice. It's like when they do little promos for the 11 o'clock news.
"A new study reveals something we eat everyday could kill us before 10pm. More at 11."
Yup, you hit the nail right on the head. I was going to post the whole enchilada but I figured at 4k in length, that might be a little excessive.
“A new study reveals something we eat everyday could kill us before 10pm. More at 11.”
LOL! So funny! That could have been the blog title, but guess it's a little long.
I did do a happy dance to find out that Sita is, in fact, a character in At First Taste. That's an answer, I tell you! *looking around for someone to agree* Must get a cat.
*LOL* It really is like a blog commercial. That is impressive. *LOL*
More at 11. *ROTFLMAO*
When I was writing this I was just thinking about a short introduction. I guess I've proven to myself I really am long winded. LOL
That is an answer, Melissa. I'll back you up.
Don't you hate those news promos? "Killer on the loose! Tune in three hours from now and pray he doesn't murder you before then."
I've been told if I google myself I will not like what I find.
I must be a really great porn star.
Melissa, not only is Sita a character, she is a main character. Under another name, of course, because we all know when you can't make something up you borrow from real life, give them another name and call it done.
And since I'm feeling generous today, I concede that I also borrowed someone for Double Vision except with any luck, they will never know. I also borrowed a place and a situation but that's neither here nor there.
Someone, some place in a situation that's neither here nor there.
I see. You are brilliant. LOL
I wouldn't change your introduction for anything. I really loved the way you had a fake person in a hoodie and you took them inside your cabin... *LOL* That's so Sin. And I'm sure it's so Nika.
I know I ain't the one in your books. I ain't cool enough. (Though if someone didn't get off the phone when I asked politely, I would beat them with it.)
This is making my head hurt...
Hellie does deserve a bit part, at least. Let her set someone on fire. She's always wanting to do that. You could make her dream come true.
There is some irony there. None of us have *admitted* the person being interviewed was really ourselves. Sin is the first. Who'd a thunk?
I will consider Hellie for a role as a pyro setting men on fire. How do you feel about being a witch, Hellie?
Bo'sun, I'm very sorry to have made your head hurt. I would apologize, but I'm not known for doing that often.
And there is always a first time for everything. *shrug* I would rather it be me to admit to being who I am, than it be splashed on a tabloid and rumored that I am a porn star in disguise.
I'm gonna need a bigger drink.
Yes, well, I couldn't let you guys think it was me, now could I? The only reason you know it's me is because I finally admitted to it via interview introduction. I could still be playing the game and Nika could very well not be me.
Maybe I slipped you guys some drugs.
*shrug*
You never know.
Yes, please, by all means, get a bigger drink, Ter. *grin*
Melissa, I do love when someone tells me I'm brilliant. That quite makes my day.
And I could never admit to whom I'm borrowed, or what situation or place. It is now all a place of fiction so no longer real in my reality.
I think between me and MM we could take the pixie...think a' the hoohaas that glitter would make! I'll see if Deux is willin' ta help out...he's sexy and inta tyin' knots...
Sin be teasin' us mightely...like those stretched out are you in or are you out? moments on Project Runway. Someone beatin' a slow drum somewhere?
Niki, if'n ya toss me inta one a' these books, jus' don't make me a vampire... Don't mind bein' a victim...trapped in a tangle a' lines and hangin' upside down would be appropriate... Naked.
Yes, well, let it be never said anywhere that I don't like to dramatize everything. LOL
Now I'm going to need another drink. I just spewed this one all over my screen.
Hm, that gives me all sorts of ideas for bad guys to do bad things. Outside a club, in a dark alley, hanging from a fire escape.
Anyone want a Bloody Mary?
Blood slowly drippin' into a puddle, reflectin' a dark light from a distant street lamp... Circles spinnin' out as one slow drop follows another. A metallic scent minglin' with the fecund odor risin' from the dumpsters...
I'm loving that visual. Not the street light though, it has to be the full moon shining on the puddle of blood. Blood so dark it's nearly black.
Will that be bright enough? In an alley? Then again, it will pass quickly through that slice a' sky, leavin' the alley dark...and the only thing one knows is the slow drip, drip, drip...
You would want the visual effect of the gleam. It's better when you can barely see it (although, Otherworlders have better eyesight than humans and seeing in the dark isn't really an issue) but the steady sound of drip, drip, drip into the puddle is what's suppose to stick with you. Having heels on and the blood splash onto your toes, coat the bottom of your shoes. Has to be someone they know because the look in her eyes when she realizes what and who she's looking at is not something you'd ever forget.
The poor victim was probably somone who missed the news break about the killer on the loose, ventured out, and was eaten by a vampire before 10. Guess he won't need to tune in at 11...lol
I be leavin' these details up ta the mistress... I be a rank amateur!
LOL. Melissa, that was awesome.
Why do the TV news do that? All one has ta do is log onta the internet and skip the 11 o'clock news!
Yeah, Chance. It's all in the details and better left to the pros. Glad she didn't roll her eyes that vampires don't EAT their victims. Geez.
Eat? No, drink, right? What's that movie... Eat, Drink, Man, Woman ...?
Or do they? Nika?
All I saw was "are you in?" or "all you out?" and I totally missed the Runway connection...
Cap'n, yer a randy one, ya are!
I think Melissa should get the Undead Monkey Award today for tying all the comments together. Good job, Melissa!!!
Devour entire portions of humans, no. Quite disgusting. Vamps are merely cousins to demons in the Otherworld. Neither feed on actual human flesh, and while blood is a food source to them and they don't solely depend on it entirely, they never waste it. Wasting, well that's left up to zombies. Necromancers are the real reason Otherworlders never bury their dead. Necromancers are pure evil and anyone buried can be raised and used. And no one raised is ever the same as they were when they were alive.
I agree. Melissa deserves such an award. That was quite impressive.
And I did not eye roll.
Sorry, 'bout the monkey, Melissa. Jus' feed 'im spoiled bananas and he'll quite bitin'...
Darn it. I give up on ending those things. Stupid HTML.
Take back? Ya'll want ta give 'im back...once he starts bitin'... ;)
I hear 'e also likes cats...
Nope, I don't want to give him back. Now I don't have to get a cat. Is he litter box trained, though?
Jus' tell the police ya don't know nothin' about local cats disappearin'... And don't let 'im wear his kitty tail necklace in public.
I answered before I saw that he likes cats...hmm, not sure if that changes things. LOL
Nice that take home instructions come with. Uhm, thanks.
Jus' tryin' ta be helpful...
Sorry I missed your cue there, Melissa. I was off the ship picking up provisions. And now that I've eaten the nastiest grilled chicken sandwich ever, I'm wishing I had mooched something from Santa's Galley.
I can't convince anyone I'm actually working here today, but I do have some interesting notes on vampires and undead monkeys.
I've now decided my grim reaper taxi driver has a pet... :)
Back away from the vampires. Please, we do NOT need anymore vampires. But I'm liking the pet idea. That sounds fun.
I love the taxi driver who's the grim reaper. That story would be funny as shit.
For the record, I get to make the decisions with Tim Gunn and Heidi before all the shows. So I always know who is in and who is out before the rest of America....
And damn it... You can only take me if you can catch me and I will for damn sure not be running around full sized and making it easier on you to catch me... My dust is very valuable.. and I don't want to end up being a window licker the rest of my pixy existence because you decide to give me shaken baby syndrome...
Besides.. I have contacts all over Booty Magazine... and someone will miss me and mourn me when you've shaken the very last dust out of me...
the least you could do is make sure that Vin Diesel and Paul Walker and Milo Ventimiglia shake me before I die too .....
oh.. I can be a good pet... a very very good pet and I won't stink as uch as an undead monkey.
I'm sorry, GPS, but I've met you, and the monkey doesn't hump as much. But you are right. You do smell better than the monkey.
I forgot to say that last night in my futile attempts to get Sita to not put me on the cover of Booty magazine, she asked me if I put windex in my water bottle.
And I had to think about it for a second before I realized she was calling me a window licker. I swear, pixy's have no manners.
Yes, Grand Pixy Sita, I'm certain you would make an excellent pet. I've kind of settled on a dog though. I know, how unoriginal, but I already did sort of fit him in, although not sure on the name. I hope you don't mind, but, this is the beginning of chapter three, after Ben has realized he's not, well, not alive anymore:
Ben leaned his head back against the seat of the cab and rubbed his aching temples. What a f**king mess.
Through the open window he could hear the sounds of the night. Crickets chirped in the warm, muggy air, and a cat in heat wailed its hoarse, god awful cry. His neighbors, sequestered inside air conditioned homes, probably didn’t even notice the cacophony of nature right outside their doors. But he did. To him, the noise was a reminder. Ignored or not, life went on.
Just not for him.
“If I do say so, Mr. Riley,” said Alex, “you’ve accepted your death quite well. Some take much longer.” The cat wailed again, eliciting a growl from the cabbie’s scruffy terrier. The dog stood on his hind legs, his front paws digging at the gap in the passenger window. Alex leaned over and patted the dog’s head. “Easy Chester, those days are gone.”
Ben released his breath on a hiss and glared up at the ceiling. He didn’t even want to look at Alex - - the cabbie who was so obviously not just a cabbie. It stood to reason that neither was the dog.
And Sita, Hellie and I were just talking about the advantages of fantasies. I mean, I can fantasize that Vin Diesel is my mechanic and have him six ways from Sunday in his shop. Hellie says she thinks he wouldn't even tire out. You could fantasize that you're a villain and Peter has come to make you pay. *giggle*
I do so love the "f" word. I think it makes all writing so much more real.
I'm loving that bit Melissa. Excellent.
A Grim Reaper with a Grim. Perfect! *LOL*
I would say some things about Vin Diesel, but Jack might be listening and I don't want him pouting at me because I fantasize about bald, buff men with gravelly voices--and the many ways I could spider monkey them.
Good job, Melissa! And now we have two heroes on the ship named Ben. LOL!
But, uhm, who's Peter?
Bo'sun, I take it you don't care for vamps? How about demons? Can we have a few of them running around? Will that bother you?
Demons are good. It's not that I don't like vampires, per se. I just think the market is a bit....saturated with them. Too much of a good thing so to speak.
That's true! One of my heroes is named Ben--and he *almost* died.
There is a lot of vamp stories out there. They are mostly pussies that if you spit on them, they would probably rot. I prefer the more, um, bad ass approach to vamps. You don't turn vamp, you're born that way. Vamps aren't the undead. Zombies are undead. Vamps are living and breathing, with the ability to breed.
http://heroeswiki.com/Peter_Petrelli
Only Sita's number one desire in the whole Heroes universe. I prefer Sylar, but *shrug*, I prefer villains.
Oh, I forgot to answer earlier: YES, I'll be glad to be your bit...I mean WITCH and have pyrotechnics as my gift--because frankly, I want to set something on fire right now.
Then you two take Peter and Sylar and I'll take Vin. I don't need superhuman crazy weird powers, just enthusiasm and a willingness to learn.
Oh no. Don't you think you're getting way with Vin.
And I'm pretty sure he's not getting taught a damned thing. He looks like he knows it all and a little bit more.
Thank you! Sorry to dump that in there but I kind of made a stretch that it was on topic. :) I had that scene written before, with the cat already wailing, so it wasn't hard to add in a pet or think it logically be a dog. Believe me, I'm not a fast writer!
Yes, I do think the market is saturated with vampires, but always room for the best ones. I'd almost say, like regency dukes, but I won't. I didn't say that out loud did I? LOL
Did someone say Vin Diesel?
Sorry I'm late today - one of *those* days. Grr. Hi Nika! I'm loving all the vampire talk. And demons. Can't write the stuff, but I love reading it. There's something hot about a vampire willing to give in to their base desires. Mmmm....
I always thought I'd make a damned good Duchess. LOL
I would not make a good duchess, nor do I care to be. Most of them--Sin excluded of course--were deadly boring. Now Dolly Madison and Abagail Adams--now they'd be fun to be like. *LOL* Or whoever was married to Thaddeus Burr (I guess that'd be MRS. Thaddeus Burr, I'd like to be her.) FREEDOM!
Welcome aboard this fine afternoon Hal!
Of course we said something about Vin. There's still a shot that you can get in on the action. But you gotta think up your own fantasy with him. The mechanic thing is mine. You hear me Hellie. He's mine. I will let you borrow him only because I think you'll make a great pyro maniac, other than that you must return him.
It's because I'm haughty and have rather the bitch air down pat. And Duchess' had husbands who had mistresses. Once I produced an heir and a spare, the world would be mine for the taking.
"Tune in next week to read Booty Magazine’s exclusive interview with author Nika Riley?"
Sin you're not clever. YOU"RE WICKED! A Wicked , Wicked Creature!
Yah, I know. takes one to know one...
Man, she's made me all worried 'bout her health! I wasn't plannin' on shakin' ya that hard... Honest! Pirate's word!
How 'bout you just come over and shake yer booty over me glitter container so that the glittery hoohas carry a bit more kick ta them...
I won't even touch ya! I'll set the container outta reach...
Ya can trust me!
Brad Pitt *turned* into a vampire and I really liked that one. Though, he was a beta vampire, so that would be my favorite. LOL!
Creepy co-worker finally left my office. *shivers* Ever work with one of those guys that you just KNOW he has bodies in his basement? Totally freaks me out.
Did Chance really just say Pirates word! and Ya can trust me! in the same comment and the ship didn't explode?
Huh.
I did not have me fingers crossed!
When they do the true crime special on him, you can say... "I always knew he had bodies in his basement! Never fooled me for a minute!"
Instead a' that old stand by, "He always seemed like a normal guy..."
I had to chime in here! Only because I am in tears laughing so hard at you crazy pirates today! But Sin you would make a fine duchess! Careful Melissa, that undead monkey corrupted my royal kitties, they have never been the same since visiting this ship! LOL!!
Jane! Welcome aboard dear!
We're crazy everyday. But I'm especially glad to hear we're extra special today. LOL
I can't believe that anyone would fall for Chance giving her pirate's honor crap. Everyone knows that Chance is the nastiest of pirates. She lures you in with her sweet charm and BAM!
What did I miss? I had to pretend like I run an office for a few hours.
The undead monkey is fond of slinging poo, Melissa. Beware.
Sin, I will train the undead monkey. How hard can it be? LOL
Terri, for some reason I'm imagining the police interview about your co-worker and your writer's mind coming up with some interesting descriptions:
Police detective: Ms. Osburn, how would you describe your co-worker?
Ms. Osburn: He had eyes as hard as slate.
Detective: Uhm, they were gray?
Ms. Osburn (looking at the detective like he was an idiot): Yes, that's what I said.
And so on. LOL
Melissa has apparently not heard about my lack of description. LOL! I'd be more apt so say, "Dude, he had serial killer written all over him."
So eloquent, ain't I?
Jules, you know how I roll. Because it's exactly how you roll.
You would make a damned good Duchess, SIN. You have all that attitude & altitude & evil ‘if looks could kill” looks. I on the other hand would Never want to be a Duchess. A Grand Duchess… perhaps … But a plain Ol’ Duchey? No way. They’re much too common. Peasants. *sniff*
Are you callin' me common? LMFAO
Better than calling you an Ol' Duche ... or is that spelled douche?
No. I'm calling you a peasant.
LMFAO
hahahahaha
You ain't a plain ol' Duchey either, dear. Ain't nothing plain about you.
Wow it was hard to keep up today - but I'll just throw in one thing...
Whoever's called dibs on Peter Petrelli has to share - I mean throw a girl a bone. Um...hmm...that came out sounding naughty!
'You ain’t a plain ol’ Duchey either"
No I'm just a plain ol' Duche. Thank goodness where there's a will theres a way ... around it! LOL!
I love Jules. Only she could come on a blog and call Sin common and totally get away with it.
Sabrina, that would be Nika's best friend, Sita. She's got bit of a thing for Peter, but if you catch her off guard, she'll share with you.
I know. She's the only other person other than Manda that I'd let live after commenting like that. LOL
I like Peter better as Jesse on Gilmore Girls. Just sayin'...
I don't think I'd want to be a Duchesse. Now, a princess. I could do. But what would be even better? Three letters...
C. E. O.
C.F.O is even better yet. Show me the money baby.
Now, finally, my take on Nika!
Nika said “They are mostly pussies that if you spit on them, they would probably rot. I prefer the more, um, bad ass approach to vamps. You don’t turn vamp, you’re born that way. Vamps aren’t the undead. Zombies are undead.”
Oh Halleluiah! Finally. A writer who doesn’t make her vamps out to be a cross between Liberace, Mister Rogers and Dirty Harry.
Think flamboyant-its beautiful day in my neighborhood -do you feel lucky punk tuff guy.
Thank you Nika! I usually stay away from vamp books for two reasons. The first is because most writers make Vampires seem sooooo …. Insipid. So cartoon cut out in their stories.
The second reason is because people get rather uncomfortable when they see me reading about vamps. Don’t know why. Could it be my dark, glittering eyes that makes them uncomfortable? Maybe my oddly pale complexion puts them on edge? Or is it my mysterious demeanor that freaks them out? Hard to say … all I know is… people get a little Uncomfortable when they see someone who is part Transylvanian reading a book about Vampires. Go figure!
You let me live SIN cuz I’m entertaining.
That and the fact that you don’t have a stake tuff enough to cut through my industrial strength unmentionables.
Jules, I wouldn't stake you even if they made the most industrial of stakes to stake you.
Pirates word?
Sort of like sex after marriage.
It's that rare thing that's talked about but never happens.
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