Anya Bast

I apologize for missing my Writerspace chat last night. I had a family emergency that kept me away and one that I am still dealing with today. I’m so very sorry for all of you that made the effort to be there. I appreciate you all so much.

If you attended the chat last night, email me at anyabast (at) gmail.com and I’ll think up a special contest for you all.  When I can, I’ll reschedule a chat.

Indeed, putting tassles on 500 bookmarks by hand does suck in many horrible sucklicious ways.

They are very pretty, though!

I got the print proof for Witch Fire today. It is very, very, verra purty. :)

If Showtime ever does decide to bring Dead Like Me back from the, er, dead, I’m totally finally getting satellite.

I am a part of that neglected segment of the market that loves DLM and Firefly. Why do they kick us so?

Jane at Dear Author enjoyed Edge of Sweetness.

Thank you, Jane, for taking the time to read and review the novella. :)

Two great books that I’ve read lately and highly recommend:

This is what happened. I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me, and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children’s candy store, mind you — this was the kind of the place you went to buy expensive imported truffles for your boss’s wife because you felt guilty for sleeping with him while you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I’ve been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Someimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.

The problem with wanting is that it’s like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don’t apologize for who I am or what I’ve done in –and out — of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven’t wanted anything else.

Until Dan. Until now.

This is a complex book with interesting, equally complex characters. It’s a book that wraps you up and holds you close from beginning to end. A book with meat on its bones, one that stays with you for a long time after the telling. I really, really enjoyed it.

Here it is on Amazon.com

You can find an excerpt on her web site.

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I always enjoy all the Secrets anthologies, but this one in particular is very good. It’s an enjoyable and well-balanced mix of novellas that will sweep you away until you’ve finished the last page.

Did I mention it’s hot? It’s very, very hot. :) Always a plus in my book.

Of particular note is Ellie Marvel‘s story Birthday.

Here it is on Amazon.com

Isn’t it pretty?

Mira Hoskins doesn’t know she’s a natural born witch who possesses the
rare-and powerful-element of air. She also never expected to find herself
tied to a mahogany bed frame, captive to a man who aches to fulfill her
every desire and let loose the magick that dwells inside her…

Heat emanates from elemental fire witch Jack McAllister. The Coven, a
governing authority of witches, has sent him to protect Mira from a band of
warlocks who drain witches of power… and life. Long ago, he saw Mira’s
parents murdered by this same dark magick. He’d like to quell his guilt and
offer her everything she deserves. But she’s the long-lost cousin of his
boss-making seduction off-limits.

With Jack’s strong guidance, Mira is luring forth her inner magick. But his
sense of duty is quickly swelling into insatiable hunger. They warned him
about the natural attraction between air and fire. Now he risks being
consumed by the woman he shouldn’t want-but can’t stay away from …

It’s available for pre-order at Amazon.com right now!

New years are always so rife with possibility. They’re a time when anything can happen. It’s a place that’s full of energy and unfolding destinies. Charged with the electricity of the conceivable. It’s a clean slate, an occasion to start new. To slough off parts of the past or behaviors you dislike and adopt other ways of being.

Of course, any time can be a “new year”. Not everyone celebrates the turn of the wheel by our calender. Some people and cultures celebrate the New Year in the fall, some in the early, early spring. Some people choose any old time to start fresh. Nothing wrong with that.

Whenever you start your new wheel of time a ticking,  I wish for you all the beauty your heart can muster, all the love it can hold. I wish for you laughter until you can’t even speak at least once per week. I wish for you to achieve all your dreams and desires.

May you end the old year with a smile toward the past the enter the new one with a song in your heart.

Here’s to a gorgeous 2007!