Spiders, Lesbian Adventure Club: Book 9 will be released on Saturday, July 11. The almighty publisher will have it in PDF, Mobipocket, and Microsoft Reader. Click here for the purchase page. DWD blog readers can use coupon code “08d24096a3” for a 20% discount, good through July 21.
If you’re interested in a sample, use the link up top or to your left. You can also nab a PDF excerpt from the following link. PDF Download
Seems I was able to abscond with Chapter 2 of the as-yet-unfinished Lesbian Adventure Club Book 9! You are amazed, I know. I would be amazed, too, if I wasn’t so impatient for the author to: Get the damn thing done!
If you didn’t read Chapter 1, please do so here. Otherwise, what follows will make even less sense than our LAC meetings sometimes do all on their own.
The screw ducked into the kitchen again, this time returning with a huge sheet of paper. "It’s really quite simple," she said, and I figured I was not the only one to doubt that. She tacked the sheet to the wall and explained, "Bottom line is that if Holly would do it, it’s probably acceptable."
"Probably? That’s not very specific for a law, Detective McCallister."
"What the hell is this anyway? Is Holly princess for a day?"
"Every day," Laura said, and she and Holly started laughing and swiftly moved onto kissy-face activities.
"Hell, if Holly would kissy-face, it’s probably acceptable for us to do it, huh?"
"I say we go for it!"
"Yeah!"
Partner seized partner, and overdramatic smacks and mmm’s filled the room. Then, laughter erupted. And just when I thought maybe the weekend would not be so bad, an ear-piercing, head-exploding whistle sounded. We looked to the screw standing there, a referee’s whistle on a white cord being whipped in a circle with her index finger.
"Did anybody read the laws?" she haughtily inquired. "I suggest you read number six."
All eyes darted to the dreaded list.
Check out the Women’s International Music Festival … in Ohio, this August.
Our books are going to be there! Raffle, raffle, raffle.
But seriously, why the hell didn’t they ask us to perform?
Ten fictional characters up there on stage: imagine that! Shit, we know the Beaver Song! Holy shit, Susan knows Kumbayha! Okay, maybe no one would want to hear that. Um… Holly and Laura could give a twirly kissy-face demonstration! Who the hell would not want to see that … besides me? Um… How about a SwearFest? How about the lot of us doing our naked cannonballs off the pier off the stage? There ya go! … Okay, maybe not.
Well, if readers can live vicariously through characters, then these characters will have to live vicariously through our readers. 🙁 It is indeed a sad day. Get the ice cream.
Yeeha! The seventh book, Scraps, got a 5-star review over on Rainbow Reviews.
There’s a link to the review in the menu to your left. I hope you’ll read it. Scraps was a toughie for me, so although the review has good things to say, I don’t like reading it. No throat demon for this chick.
However, how could a girl not blush with gratitude for being referred to as “well developed”? 😳
There I was, hanging out at the author’s desk, waiting, waiting, waiting. Bored, I started snooping. Curdling lattes. Reading glasses. Bottle caps. My biography. Antacids. (No connection to the biography, I’m sure.) Oh, what’s this? First-draft first chapter of Lesbian Adventure Club Book 9! Holy shit, the mother lode! … Hmm, tentatively titled Spiders. That’ll do. That’ll do. It had to be an S-word, and a mighty fine one it is.
It’s not really stealing if it has your name on it, is it? Nah!
What the hell?
"Oh, for Christ’s sake!"
"Holy shit! Holy frickin’ shit!"
Claudia shoved the car into park, and we just stared at it.
It was a Lesbian Adventure Club weekend. Those were generally good things, splendid things, but when our hostesses were none other than Holly and Laura, apprehension tended to overwhelm the usual excitement. Sitting in front of their house on a subzero January morning, I realized not one iota of that apprehension had been wasted. Oh, hell no.
With my jaw hanging, I looked to Claudia and found her in the same state of shock. My head turned back to the front of their house just to see it once more. I figured that maybe if I blinked it would not be there upon the eyelid grand opening. Three times, I tried. Three times, I failed.
Okay, my whisper-screams in the author ear have proven successful. Go me! Roz has a chunk of the ninth book done, but I don’t think we’ll see it that soon. Laura has been bitching to get her third mystery done, and I think she may have Roz handcuffed to her keyboard. When she finishes, I’ll see if maybe Laura will loan me the handcuffs. 😉
In the meantime… Note that Holly and Laura are up as hostesses in LAC 9. The idea of that will most certainly give you nightmares. Remember their horror in Leakers Ignited when they learned that no one—save them, Mrs. & Mrs. PDA—kept their pants on during their last weekend, Loose Sleuths? Uh oh! 😮
Will the artist and the detective use their weekend to exact revenge yet again?
Will the LAC keep their pants on this time? (I vote “no,” but I’m a big talker.)
Will the eight of them survive?
Could this be the veritable end of the DWD? (Nah, I’m just being mellow-dramatic.)
Stay tuned…
If you’ve read the LAC books, you know I’m a reporter. You know I’ve worried about layoffs. Even in the world of fiction, the fact remains that newspapers aren’t what they used to be. Old ones are turning off the presses. Some are filing for bankruptcy. The ones that remain are trying to supplement the paper news with online news. It is a harsh reality—in the real world and my fictional world.
In a real-world newspaper comparable to the Granton Journal, the online headline is about a man who violated a restraining order his wife had against him. He violated the order so he could put a gun’s worth of bullets in her head. We should be talking about how to keep women (and men) safer (and alive). We should be talking with each other, looking at ourselves, being a little kinder.
But instead, you read the article, and your attention is diverted by a little poll next to it that reads:
How would you punish a captured pirate?
Make him walk the plank.
Take his parrot.
Put out his other eye.
Replace his hook with a plastic spork.
See, pirates (real ones) have been in the news, too, so let’s entertain the folks with a cutesy, stupid-ass poll before they click to a different site for something more entertaining and we lose advertising revenue.
Is it the media that has erroneously decided society can’t tolerate the news unless it’s entertaining? Or has society truly become that shallow, that cold, that self-absorbed? Or is there so much crap, so much news, that we need that cutesy diversion so we can stomach the rest of the day?
Cyberspace is an incredible place with much to offer, but in giving it such a prominent place, we are losing things.
Think before you relinquish!
Cool! The ebook version of Lesbian Adventure Club: Book 8 has been released. You can find it here in PDF, Microsoft Reader, and a DRM-free Mobipocket.
And as a perk to DWD blog readers… Use coupon code b12ae090c0 during checkout, and they’ll hack 20% off the price. Not a bad deal at all. That’s enough to buy a cheap bad cup of coffee to keep your brain alert whilst you read the bugger.
Merry c-word to you all!
L-Word C-Word will be heading into the real world on April 7th. Yep, that is also a big day for the DWD. A whole year has passed since our author was smart enough to anoint me narrator.
So, mark your calendars. Get that DWD cap ready. Set a big kettle to boil for hot chocolate. This one is a long one. Adventure, romance, horror, suspense, humor, Ooga Booga … yep, the Lesbian Adventure Club modus operandi.
Oh, and yeah, there’s a two-chapter PDF excerpt now available. Click that link: PDF.
In the meantime, I’ll start whisper-screaming in our author’s head about when the hell Book 9 will be ready. (She hates that.) Holy shit, anybody who has lived with us in her head for a whole year deserves … um … um … psychotropic drugs?
