Hip Hop Hippie Blog Hop

Yes, it sounds crazy I know.


With A Hip Hop Hippie To The Hip Hop


I have been tagged by a wonderful writer and person Kathy Bosman in an Author Blog Hop.

Visit her website at http://www.kathybosman.com/


So here are the questions the tagger sent through to me and my answers:


What are you working on now?

I'm working on three project simultaneously and I must say it's messing with my head. Right now, I'm busy with the first draft of a vampire and witch menage (still untitled), an erotic romance thriller series and an erotic Christmas short story.


Give the beginning on your WIP as an excerpt. (This is FIRST DRAFT quality.)

From the still untitled vampire-menage

The grandfather clock struck once and Ginny Harris jerked her hand away from the brand new deadbolt. In the dim light of the camping lantern, she glared at the offending appliance still sitting skew against the wall while forcing her heart rate to calm. Half past five in the morning was not the time to become skittish about her decision to move to this remote farm in the Kalahari region of South Africa. Leaning her back against the front door, she took stock of the room.

Since the removal truck had arrived just before dark the previous evening, she’d been scrubbing the inside of the dilapidated building in an attempt to make her new home more accommodating. She’d pushed and shoved the furniture around on the wooden flooring, but no matter how hard she’d tried, the place still needed some serious repairs.

Her mother had warned her about buying a property unseen—especially one in a foreign country where crime was reported to be rife and life cheap. Ginny hadn’t cared, she had to get away from the suffocating mumbo-jumbo her parents wanted her to believe. When her grandmother’s inheritance had become available, Ginny searched for an isolated place where neighbours were too far away to pay her surprise visits and where she could be herself without worrying about the stigma of her parents’ lineage colouring people’s judgements.

She pushed away from the door, strode to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tepid tea from the kettle resting on the Aga. Despite it being summer, the air carried a chill in the early morning hours and she dreaded showering in the cold water, but she was too tired to find the distribution box to connect the electricity and turn on the geyser. Dawn would arrive in less than two hours and she planned to be asleep long before then.

The tea tasted rusty and brackish and she dumped the contents in the sink. After a long nap, she’d see to getting a proper cup of coffee and something to eat. Now, she just wanted to crawl between the cool sheets of her king-sized bed and lose herself in a few hours of oblivion.

Turning on the shower, she listened to the pipes clanging above her. Just how long had this place been deserted? On the way to the farm, she’d passed many abandoned buildings and all of them had been stripped of their roofs, windows and everything inside. How is it then that this building remained intact despite the evidence that nobody had lived here for a number of years?

Ginny dumped her soiled clothes in the laundry basket and stepped under the spray of the water.  Fighting air back into her lungs, she scrubbed the dust and grime from her body and hair. If she wasn’t so tired, she’d enjoy the feeling of finally living on her own more. After towel-drying her hair, she wrapped a bath sheet around her and stuck her feet into a pair of sandals. With nobody around, she didn’t bother to search for her pyjamas.


How is your work different from others?

This is a difficult one, but I hope that I manage to infuse the hot stuff with liberal dosages of humor.


And now I’m tagging 

Inge Saunders, author of  Falling for Mr. Unexpected



Can Emma fall for Mr. Unexpected when she doesn’t believe in Mr. Right or even Mr. Right Now…?

Primary school teacher Emma Cupido compares the notion of “The One,” with believing in the Tooth Fairy. When the school holidays starts, she heads for her brother-in-law`s beach house in Strand, South Africa and stumbles on more than she bargained for.

Hollywood heartthrob, Damian Davidson flees LA thinking his beach house in SA would be a safe hideout from his sex scandal. He’s had his fill of manipulative women and when he mistakes Emma for a crazy fan, all hell breaks loose.

Emma and Damian get off to a rocky start but first impressions can be deceiving. Is there more to Damian than the superficial taint of Hollywood? And what happens when she agrees to a trip to LA? Will Emma become a believer in “The One” or just another Hollywood scandal?



About Inge Saunders:

First time author Inge Saunders fell in love with books when she started reading romance novels with her grandmother. Intrigued by the worlds books unlocked, it was inevitable she would take pen to paper.

At age fourteen she wrote her first novel which wasn`t such a roaring success according to her brother. Not discouraged, she realized something fundamental: as a writer you can only write about what interests you, a principle she still upholds in adulthood.

When she`s not writing about that ‘inexplicable attraction’ she`s reading almost every sub-genre in romance out there, spending time with friends and family and taking hikes in her hometown`s National Karoo Park.

She`s forms part of Romance writers` Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and currently has two books under contract with Decadent Publishing, Falling for Mr. Unexpected (released at the end of September 2014) and Dance of Love ( due later in 2014).


You’ll find Inge here: http://ingesaunders.wordpress.com/- don’t forget to pop in and say hi next Monday and see which author she’s tagged.



  1. Love the opening scene of your new book - great setting and premise. Can't wait to read!

  2. Thanks for your kind words and for stopping by, Vicki.

  3. Thank you for tagging me Ylette! And a very intriguing excerpt! :)


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