It Never Ceases to Amaze…

Feel free to skip this since you’ll be seeing it in the next update for Just A Little Heat, but I’m all pissed off right now. I bet anyone that whoever is responsible for this little piece of anonymous bullshit won’t surface here because I can track his/her email and I.P. address. Fucking coward.

If you don’t feel like dealing with anons, then perhaps you should post this exclusively to your blog. You’ve been rather defensive when it concerns reviews in the past. I’s not exactly a good look on anyone, to be perfectly honest. You need to just accept the fact that not everyone is going to be 100% pleased with your stories. That’s the reality that every writer has to deal with. Abuse from anons is terrible. But not being able to swallow the less than flattering reviews is something else all together. Also calling reviewers ‘cunts’, ‘asshole’s and the like is rather disconcerting. Especially when you call out certain people on their misogynistic views regarding Sookie. Grow up.

 

I’ll post wherever the fuck I want to post.

I write author’s notes when I feel like there is a point that isn’t being understood by readers. I don’t write notes whining about people not liking what I write. I know I can’t please everyone all of the time. That said, there’s a way of sending a review to an author that is entertaining you FOR FREE without being a jerk about it. I can handle constructive criticism, sweetheart, don’t you worry about it. That’s how writers learn and evolve in their work. But it’s nice to know that you aren’t really reading the things I write in my author’s notes because if you were, you would already know all of this.

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck I’m not calling it a kitten. I really don’t need a lecture on morality from someone who doesn’t have the guts to privately send me a message to address their concerns. If you don’t like what I write, please feel free to get the fuck away from my work.

Allow me to enlighten you about me just a little bit. I don’t give a single fuck what you think. Just ask Scribe and she’ll tell you all about that. Hell, ask Missy, kjwrit or Storiesforevy and they’ll tell you the same. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. You want me to be courteous to you? Then treat me the same way. Don’t be a complete shit and expect me to apologize for not writing to your standards. I don’t stand for people treating me like shit in my regular life so why in the fuck would I tolerate it here? I have every right to defend myself if I’m being attacked. Maybe you’re okay with people treating you like crap, but that’s really not my problem.

If it was possible to make anon reviews disabled, you bet your ass I’d do it because it cuts down on the number of people who think they’re bad ass. At least when I call someone a cunt or an asshole, I have the courage to sign my name to it. So really, which one of us needs to grow up here?

Get over yourself.

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Resurrection Chapter 2

Hello lovelies!

I’m psyched that you all seem to be digging this vampire Sookie thing. I’ve nailed down a general direction for the plot with a few little requests thrown in here and there from Scribe, so I hope you all enjoy where this story takes us.

Happy reading!

Meg

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April 21, 2012

I can admit that my kissing experience is limited, but not one of the few boys I’ve kissed has come close to making me feel what Eric does. There’s no room for my moral code here. This isn’t just simple lust; it’s need. I want him for his handsome face and outrageously toned body, but I need him to make these feelings go away, or at least tell me how to make them stop.

Eric pins my body to the wall with his and rips away the new shirt I’ve only been wearing for a few hours. The feelings running through me only intensify and his shirt gets the same treatment mine did. He growls at me and pulls me away from the wall. My desire and need is pooling in the delicate lace panties Pam selected for me. Eric tosses me on the enormous bed and strips off his pants.

I get a good look at him and if I was still alive I’m sure I would be blushing. My maker is a perfect male specimen. Broad shoulders, long lines, defined muscles, long limbs… perfection.

He reaches out and pulls my pants off with just a tug. I don’t even have to lift myself up for him. I’m left with just the scrap of black lace that’s barely covering my lady parts.

“Your first lesson in feeding from a person is to know the places to bite,” Eric says as he climbs up onto the bed.

“You’re going to give me an anatomy lesson?” I ask incredulously. This isn’t what I had in mind.

Resurrection: First Feeding