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Monday, January 28, 2013

N stands for Nothing

Posted by JM Darhower Monday, January 28, 2013, under | 2 comments

AKA I have no idea what to say


Right?! I know... so lame. You should probably, like, close the window now and go do something else. Read a book, maybe. I suggest Warm Bodies, since it's amazing and you should read the book before the movie comes out this weekend (and you should also go see the movie this weekend, since it, too, is amazing). You could watch a movie now, too, if you don't want to read. I recommended Django Unchained if it's playing anywhere near you. That movie... that fucking movie... if it were a person, I'd make out with it (although it would likely be messy and ugly and maybe violent, IDK. You know how Tarantino movies are... crraazzzyyyy). If you don't want to do either of those, you could go for a run (hahahaha not me) or take a nap (TOTALLY ME) or go goof off on twitter (um yeah...).

Are you still reading this? Hmmmm... okay, then I guess I'll keep babbling. So, let me tell you what I've been up to lately. Last week, I signed a contract for something amazing. I can't spill details yet, but suffice to say I'm SUPER HAPPY and honored and elated and stoked and a whole bunch of other words that all mean the same thing... I'm fucking excited.

I can't wait until I can finally tell you about it so we can be all asdfghjkl; together about it. Hopefully (always the cautiously optimistic one).

Hmmmm... what else... well, I started writing a Corrado-centric book within the SEMPRE world. It's a prequel of sorts, spanning his early life and beginnings in the mob. Other characters will, of course, make an appearance. Their lives are all sorts of intertwined. I'm excited about it. Corrado is one of my favorite characters to write.

As far as the sequel to SEMPRE goes, it's simmering for the moment with my people, sent off for editing and the sorts. I don't yet have a release date or an official name or a cover or anything I can offer except my promise that the second I'm given the go-ahead, I shall shout all of those answers from the rooftop (and then I'll post it online, because I live in practically Narnia, so you won't hear me no matter how loud I scream).

What else, what else... I started working on two other new stories. I have no idea where they'll go or what will happen with them, so I don't know why I'm even talking about them. I'm just tinkering around with a few new genres (paranormal romance, horror). There's also this thing sorta in the works that starts with screen and ends with play that rhymes with "mean day", which I think Monday should be renamed to, because Monday is the meanest day of the week *glares at hands still covered in super glue from where I glued my hands together accidentally this morning* But whatever, yeah... one of those may or may not be potentially tinkered with at the current moment.

Let's see... I'm wearing Zayn Malik socks, I'm watching The First 48, and I'm eating Arby's curly fries (told you, no idea what to say). I'm backed up on mail and owe a bunch of people swag, which I will get out to them within the next week or so. I PROMISE.

Uhhhhh, and if you'd like to contribute, producer Giovanni Agnelli is still wanting videos from readers of SEMPRE telling why you love the story/what it means to you. It doesn't have to be long, or detailed, or anything... just honesty and passion is what he needs. If you make one, be sure to let me know so I can add you to the list of people I need to send some swag to this week. You can link me to the videos via email (contact@JMDarhower.com) or by tweeting them to him at @GiovanniAgnelli.

I think that's all I got *stares blankly at screen*


OH OH OH... Happy Birthday to my friend Sarah (@Bellasexeqtner on twitter). Wish her a happy birthday, will ya? And send her pictures of penguins. She LOVES THEM. *snickers*

M stands for Mothers

Posted by JM Darhower Monday, January 28, 2013, under | 1 comment

AKA the first loves of our lives

(this is how us mamas often feel)

In SEMPRE, one of the themes I focus on is the relationship between a parent and a child. It's touched upon in the relationship of Carmine and his father, Vincent, as well as Haven's "relationship" with her "father" Michael (yes, I use those words very loosely here). But the issue is explored deeply when it comes to Carmine and Haven and their mothers. Maura and Miranda gave their all for their children, struggled and sacrificed and never gave up hope, no matter the circumstances. It's because of that love, because of that dedication, that Carmine and Haven grew up to be who they are. With the situations they found themselves in, the cards life dealt them, they could've become vastly different people, but that positive force in their lives from the beginning is what kept the two of them from essentially giving up. Through their grief, through their heartache, they still held on to that person their mothers believed them to be.

I sympathized with Carmine and Haven. To lose that positive force from their lives, to grieve so deeply such a tragic loss... my heart hurt along with theirs. But it wasn't until I'd been there that I truly understood.

As some of you know, I lost my own mother a few months ago after a battle with lung cancer. She fought hard, and she stayed strong, giving us well over a year with her after getting an initial prognosis of only a few months. It was one of the hardest things I've ever been through, and I know she's now in peace, and she's not suffering or struggling, and for that I'm grateful, but losing her was difficult... more difficult than words can say. It's a loss I'll grieve for the rest of my life, a void I'll feel forever. She was my best friend, my inspiration. I've always wanted nothing more than to make her proud.

Needless to say, I get my characters a bit more now. I always knew what they felt, but now I feel it too. It's something you never get over, but something you learn to live with in time.

I'm a mom...  and being a mother is a blessing. I wouldn't trade it for anything. And I'll be the best mother I can possibly be. I like to think I learned from one of the greatest.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Sequel teaser

Posted by JM Darhower Friday, January 11, 2013, under | 53 comments


Been promising this all day, so without further ado... Corrado sex scene!
(FYI: This is from the first draft and may not appear in the actual book) 
NOT FOR THE EYES OF YOUNGINS




Corrado led her to the bed and slowly, carefully stripped her out of her clothes, caressing every inch of bare skin. He took his time, not stopping until she was writhing beneath him, arching her back as she yearned for more than just his light touch.
His lips found her skin, licking and sucking on the bare flesh, leaving small red splotches across her chest. Moving further down, Corrado gripped her hips and locked her in place on the bed as he spread her legs. He trailed wet kisses up her inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth, before reaching her aching center. He savored it, licking and touching, caressing and tasting, while she moaned and shivered from built-up desire.
Her hands made their way into his hair, tugging on the dark curls as a silent plea for more friction. Corrado knew her cues, knew her needs and desires better than he even knew his own. He gave her exactly what she wanted and it didn’t take long before her legs started to tremble, her body shaking as if caught in an earthquake. Orgasm rocked her body not once but twice, waves of pleasure hitting her back to back as she called out his name in a choked voice.
He pulled his lips away from Celia once her body grew calm again. She relaxed back into the bed, still panting. A tinge of pink covered her body from head to toe, her breasts heaving as she took in deep breaths of air. Corrado watched her for a moment as he reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection, memorizing the look of her—her hair messy and splayed out on the bedspread, her eyelids heavy with lust. He drank in every drop, every freckle and every curve, as he stroked himself in his palm.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked breathlessly, gazing up at him.
“A need.”
“What kind of need?”
“A need to get into you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her mouth. He nipped at her bottom lip, eliciting a loud moan from her throat. The sound rocked through him, consuming every inch of his body with a fiery passion.
He didn’t even undress. He didn’t have a moment to spare. He needed her, would die without her. Maybe not physically, but emotionally… his connection with Celia was his last piece of humanity, the last bit inside of him that really felt alive. They were far from a normal couple—he a savage murderer, she a woman who harbored secrets no woman should know, but together, and alone, it felt like they were untainted and whole.
Corrado pushed inside and filled her completely, her warmth enveloping him as she tossed her head back. He kissed the dip in her throat before finding her lips, their tongues mingling together as he started pounding into her fervently. His strokes were deep and hard, over and over, as he lost himself inside of her before pulling back away. It was passionate and powerful, an agonizing pleasure that struck down to the bone, one that left a mark deep inside of his dark soul.
Celia’s cries were loud, bordering on screams of ecstasy, as he gave her every ounce of himself he had left to give. He held nothing back as his hips slammed into hers, forcing her legs further apart with each deep thrust. She tore at his clothes, ripping them away as she clawed at his back, her fingernails digging into his skin. It burned as she scratched his flesh, drawing blood to the surface, but the pain only spurred him on.
He kissed her long and hard until neither one of them could breathe; then he groaned into her neck as he slid in and out of her again and again. He could feel the pressure building inside of him, slow and heavy, forcing its way from the pit of his stomach out through his limbs. Tingling shot down his spine before his body let loose, a strangled growl reverberating from his chest. It was feral and laced with a ferocity he could hardly contain, but with her, he did. For her, he did it. He kept it pushed back, forced down inside of him, the beast not allowed out to play.
Slowing his thrusts, he spilled inside of her before stopping his movements completely. Celia laid beneath him, clinging to him tightly, her nails practically embedded into his back as she panted, the two of them sticky and soaked with sweat.
They stared at each other for a while as her hands slid up his back. She twirled the curls at the nape of his neck with her fingers as her lips twisted into a mischievous smile. “We should shower,” she said.
He shook his head. “I’m nowhere near done getting you dirty yet.”



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