Five Things About Me
Posted on Wednesday, April 23, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
1. I have never, ever been thin. As a child, I was taught to hate myself for my weight. As an adult, I still struggle. I am not comfortable as a large woman in a society that detests fat people. HOWEVER…I have chosen NOT to let this determine whether I am successful. I have chosen to dress in what I love, I have chosen NOT to wait until I ever ‘get thin’ to do things I want to do. I am paring down my weight because I feel better, and because my health needs it, but I will never look at myself as unworthy because of my size. Nor will I allow anyone else to categorize me as such.
2. I grew up as an abused child. First by my stepfather, when I was four, then I was raped at 17, and then in an abusive relationship where I got beat up. I am not a victim. I am more than a survivor. I do not define myself by the trauma I went through, nor will I allow anyone else to do so.
3. I worked my butt off to reach where I am. I work 60-80 hours a week on average. I work on weekends and holidays quite often. Nothing was handed to me. I earned every dollar I make, I earned my way up the ladder. I struggled for years to reach where I’m at and I’m not done yet in terms of growing my career. I never felt entitled to success without effort—success isn’t a guarantee in life, but the option of not trying just doesn’t fly with me.
4. I do not tolerate willful ignorance, nor do I tolerate excuses. “Boys will be boys?” No. Doesn’t fly. “But it’s so hard…” Yeah, so is most of life. “But my ego can’t handle strong women…” Excuse me, the 1950s are calling and want their attitude back.
5. Women love sex. I love sex. I love passion and carnality and lust and desire…because…I’m human. Because women are human. My books are explicit in many cases, and my female characters unapologetic about their sexuality. Because, we have genitals and they aren’t just for the pleasure of men. We aren’t here to knuckle under for men, or just to be breeding machines.
As I say on Twitter, I’m volatile, opinionated, and I like to play in the dark. ~grin~
Lines I Love…
Posted on Tuesday, April 22, 2014 at 3 pm by Marc Mullinex
After a few minutes, the huckleberry and bracken fern gave way, and I entered the center of a small grove, circular and mossy and open to the sky. I paused, feeling my way through the energy. Magic ran thick here—the magic of old woodlands and dark lords and deep secrets.
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Beltane is Coming…
Posted on Tuesday, April 22, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
Beltane is coming, and I am feeling the energy rise. This time of year…well, a brief description of Beltane for those of you who are not Pagan. Beltane: the festival of fertility and sex. This is the time of the King Stag and the Goddess, of the Divine Rut, the dance of ecstasy, the loosening of control to race through the forests with the gods of the hunt. This is the time when the Lord of the Forest chases the Dark Faerie Queen and they mate, shaking the earth with their passion. This is the time of lust and desire, of growth and strength, and shamanic visions and dancing to drums.
So as the Wheel turns toward Beltane (May 1st) the energy begins to shift and once again I feel a rise in power, which—for me—dips after mid January until about mid-April. With my personal biorhythms, it usually seems to drop again come late August—late September, then rise again as Samhain nears.
I’ve also shifted my diet and exercise again—I seem to have developed a sensitivity to Biofreeze (you should hear my cursing about this), and that means I’ve had to up the amount of exercise significantly to ensure I don’t stiffen up due to the scar tissue/adhesions in my muscles. Which means I’m currently, on S,S,T,W,F doing three fifteen minute sessions of biking a day. On M & Th, I do two fifteen minute sessions and the 40 minute DVD workout.
And I’ve also lowered my carbs again, because eating at the top of my allowable amount is actually not where I feel my best. So instead of 50 carbs a day, I’m trying to keep under 30-35, and this makes my joints feel much happier. I’ve noticed this has had a direct impact on my mood too. I am breaking through the plateau I’ve been on for months and I just feel so much better. My mood has picked up, my self-confidence has rebounded, and the mire I’ve spiraled into the past months seems to be shifting.
Out of curiosity, the other day I tried on my wedding dress. There was a point it barely fit—and sure didn’t look good. Now, it’s looser than the day I got married. That was an eye opener.
And speaking of weddings, come Beltane, Samwise and I celebrate our 21st anniversary. Has it been all fun and games? Hell no. Has it been easy? Hell no. Is it forever? Well, we’re hoping, but we never take anything for granted and since we didn’t pledge our oaths for life, we just work at keeping it fun. We aren’t soulmates, but we’re a good match in many ways—we don’t have a lot that we do in common, but we have good chemistry and to me that counts more. No marriage is perfect, but I can comfortably live in a marriage where we do our own things for the most part, but have passion and great sex. But without that? It becomes a friendship or a roommate situation.
So…I guess I’m rambling, but that’s where I’m leaving it for today. Happy almost May. Happy Tuesday. Happy passion and happy burgeoning spring.
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Diabetes Auction Time Again–Basket & Critique
Posted on Monday, April 21, 2014 at 2 pm by Yasmine Galenorn
So the Brenda Novak diabetes auction is coming up, and this year I’m contributing an audio book basket of goodies and a 15-page critique for auction. So peeps, get the word out, if you would, and let people know—diabetes has become a horrible epidemic.
We need not only cures for Type 1, but more awareness of the dangers of Type 2 diabetes (and for most T2 diabetics I know, including myself, that means going low carb). As most of you know, Samwise is a Type 1 diabetic…his can’t be reversed and the funding for a cure is so very vital.
I slipped into Type 2 and now am in total remission—my blood sugar and A1C are perfectly normal, and that’s because I’ve done a lot of research and gone low carb for life, and I exercise.
But for Type 1 diabetics—well—diet affects the disease but it’s not a cure, because right now? There is no cure for Type 1, insulin dependent diabetes. We CAN overcome this disease, if we push the research. So join us as we search for a cure—bid on lots of fun stuff if you can, and if you can’t—please, spread the word about this auction.
Bidding starts May 1st and runs through May.
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Snippet Monday: Night’s End
Posted on Monday, April 21, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
“That’s not all. My shamans told me that we must verify that Luna, Peyton, Ysandra, and Kaylin are loyal.” Before she could say anything I held up my hand. “No, I know—how can we question them? But remember what happened with Anadey. And…Leo.”
Rhiannon hung her head. “Yeah. I’d rather forget Leo, but I get your point. You’re right, of course. But how do we do that?”
“I think Kaylin can do it—especially since his demon is so much stronger now. He can enter their minds and sort through their thoughts.” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I cringed. I knew how it sounded. Hell, I knew how the others would take it.
But to my surprise, Rhiannon nodded. “I agree. But how do we verify Kaylin’s loyalty? We can’t just take his word for it.”
“Therein lies our dilemma. The shamans can’t test him—he isn’t Fae. He isn’t even half-Fae.” And then I stopped. Maybe…there might be one person we could turn to. A seer. An oracle, actually. But he wasn’t human, and hadn’t been for thousands of years. And whether he’d help us…that was a sticking point.
“You are thinking something. I know it. What are you thinking?” Rhia leaned forward and took my hands. “Tell us.”
I looked from her to Grieve to Chatter, wincing. “I don’t want to suggest this. Please know that this is the last thing I’d suggest if I could think of any other way.”
“The Consortium?” Rhiannon frowned. “I’m not so sure about them.”
“No. We can’t trust them any farther than we can throw them.”
“Then who?” Grieve sounded suspicious and I realized that my wolf was transmitting my nervousness to him. No matter what, I couldn’t lie to him—I couldn’t hide things from him. We were linked in too many ways.
“I’m thinking…we take him to Crawl.”Posted in Excerpt | No Comments »
Brain Candy Friday and Giveaway
Posted on Friday, April 18, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
For Brain Candy Friday this week, what I want to know:
You have the option to join one of the Triple Threat’s Earthside Fae Courts. Who do you pick and why?
One person who comments before midnight, April 20th, 2014 (Sunday) will win a copy of the audiobook of HAUNTED MOON.
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Backlist Blitz! – Witchling
Posted on Thursday, April 17, 2014 at 4 pm by Marc Mullinex
Ever wonder if the monsters under your bed are real…? Meet the D’Artigo Sisters–three half human, half-Fae, wild and sexy members of the OIA–the Otherworld Intelligence Agency. Camille, a witch, Delilah, a werecat, and Menolly, an acrobat extraordinaire turned vampire, are sent Earthside to keep them out of trouble by their superiors, who consider the girls nothing but a bunch of bumbling half-breeds.
Copyright Yasmine Galenorn 2006
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NIGHT’S END ARC CONTEST!
Posted on Tuesday, April 15, 2014 at 12 pm by Yasmine Galenorn
FINALLY–the ARCS for NIGHT’S END are here. And you have a chance to win one and be able to read the end of the Indigo Court Series early! The longest night is about to break into the final battle between the Courts of Fae, and the Indigo Court, and Cicely Waters must lead the helm of Winter against the upstart Vampiric Fae Queen.
What’s up for grabs:
TO ENTER (and I cannot reiterate too much: FOLLOW DIRECTIONS or you will NOT be eligible, and NO, we do NOT go in and make changes on your entry. Be sure you enter correctly and be SURE you fill out your email address correctly):
CONTEST RUNS through midnight Pacific Time on April 28th. Winners will be notified via email by May 2nd (barring any weird accidents etc). You MUST respond within one week to claim your book/ARC.
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Snippet Monday: Night’s End
Posted on Monday, April 14, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
She waved at us, but her gaze was still glued on the television. Another moment and I understood why, as the newscaster returned.
“We repeat—stay inside your homes. Lock the doors. The attacks continue and a representative from Lord Lannan’s estate has informed us that the danger we face still stems from the Vampiric Fae—from the Shadow Hunters.”
Lannan must have had a speech prepared for this eventuality. As much as I loathed the vampire, I had to admit he was smart, especially for someone who hadn’t wanted the responsibility of being Regent. But the Crimson Queen had decreed him in charge, and he would obey because, as loathsome as he could be, Lannan was loyal to the throne, and to his sister Regina—the Emissary for the Queen. He was also Regina’s lover, but that was beside the point.
“I repeat, the Regent requires that you stay indoors. Defend yourselves should you need to, but be aware: These creatures cannot be reasoned with, they are cunning, intelligent, and out for blood. Do not approach them. Do not attempt to bargain with them—they are ruthless killing machines. Hide yourselves and tonight, the patrols will be out in full force to counter their attacks. During the meantime, the city council is appealing to the Courts of Winter and Summer to send aid, and to the Consortium.”Posted in Excerpt | 2 Comments »
Lines I Love
Posted on Friday, April 11, 2014 at 12 pm by Yasmine Galenorn
When I’m writing about Cicely, I love writing the scenes where she summons the winds into herself. I can feel the sweep of power and frenzy that catches her aloft, and each time, reining her back is more difficult. –Yasmine
From NIGHT VISION:
As they gave way, I summoned up the winds, drawing them into myself, at first coasting on their power, but then embracing them, feeling them begin to flow through my veins like blood pulsing thick. They buoyed me up, raising me high into the cavern, as I rose up against our enemies. I gathered the churning winds, twisting them into a swirling mass, spinning them round and about. And then, I whispered, “Twister,” and the world went crazy.Posted in Writing | No Comments »