Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Guest Blog: A.M. Hartnett or..."How totally NOT to win friends and influence, well, ANYONE!"

Here's how. You forget they're on your blog today. You launch a big new project (A Many Splintered Thing blog below) and then you lose the blog. Tada!

In my defense, I blame gmail. My calendar did not remind me (though the post is logged into it) and well, the auto responder on my gmail seemed to jack something up. Nevermind! She's here now and so I'll give the floor over to A.M. Hartnett. And away we go...

p.s. Any mistakes you might find are mine. Mine, mine, mine! Because I have one foot out the door (again) as I post this.


Back in April, Sommer made my day by sending me an origin story for her New Adult novel, Lost In You (also from Mischief) and included some photos of the actual locations in the book. She tapped into my love of seeing where the action takes place as I enter a book.

So taking my cue from Sommer, I'm here to show off some of the real life locations for two of my summer releases, Uncover Me and The Deep End.

Uncover Me is the story of a sex blogger, Carrie, who gets her thrills in posting risqué photos of herself online, but also enjoys her anonymity. This all changes when a reader notices a specific landmark in the background of one of the pictures. One slip and Carrie’s not so anonymous anymore, and when this reader sends her a risqué photo of himself, she’s not so sure she wants to be anonymous for much longer.

The story is set in my hometown of Halifax, Nova Scotia. The action begins in the very neighborhood I was living in at the time of writing. I had just moved from the suburbs so now that I was in walking distance to just about everything, my car stayed at home most of the time. I walked everywhere, earphones on to drown out the noise of city traffic, and just explored. Eventually the places that caught my interest ended up in the book. 

One of the settings is Brendan's condo, a building I'd been in a few times. It's the view from behind him that convinces Carrie that Brendan is who he says he is as they chat online: 

Attached to the message was a picture. Not the full picture, but enough. He stood before a window, naked from the waist up. The same build. The same shaped tattoo on his shoulder, the mascot of a local university, she could see now. At his back was a view of one of the harbour bridges. 

Things got a little complicated with The Deep End.  The story begins on the thirteenth floor of the Taureau-Werner building, where the reclusive Jacques Taureau first makes contact with Grace after years of hiding from the world. Once he actually gives Grace what he wants and takes their relationship from purely voyeuristic to physical, the story moves to New Brunswick, I got to bring out a series of locations that had always piqued my interest. The thing about this part of New Brunswick, specifically around Cap-Pelé is that you either get breathtaking ocean views of the Northumberland Strait, or you get bushy and intimidating forest. I included both in the story.

But if the setting had a star, it would be The Convent House, an old retreat where Jacques has spent the last fifteen years of his life. Based on the real-life Mission House, showcased here at The Daily Mail <>, my imagination picked up the entire property from its location in Avondale, Nova Scotia and dropped it into rural New Brunswick.

The house was absolutely perfect. What better sanctuary for a recluse like Taureau than a house already half-buried underground?

Taureau’s home was nothing like she had imagined. She had pictured Citizen Kane’s Xanadu. What she was looking at right now was more Wuthering Heights.

‘You have got to be kidding me,’ she said, leaning forward to get a better look.

It was a perfect square stone box, three stories in height with the upper floor marked with four little dormer windows jutting from the roof. Six windows on the second level were broke up only by a niche of a balcony. The bottom level looked like it was being consumed by the earth around it, with tall hills reaching up to the second floor at both corners.

The house was big, but not so big she could imagine him able to hide from her for long.

Combined with a lush landscape that allows him an escape from the insanity of his reclusiveness by riding his motorcycle through the backlands, Taureau's retreat serves at his sanctuary while at the same time welcomes Grace the same way Manderley welcomes the second Mrs. DeWinter and keeps Jacques’ heartbreaking secrets.

Excerpt (Uncover Me)

As soon as the package was in her hands, a thrill ran through her at the thought of something so lovely and wicked in Brendan’s hands.

‘You know, I can price up a custom kit for you if you want to add a mask and some other goodies.’

‘Just this,’ Carrie said, gazing at the paddle. ‘This is perfect.’

The woman grinned. ‘A girl who knows what she wants. I’ll give you a coupon anyway if you change your mind.’

Without the clog of rush-hour traffic, the commute from downtown to her North End home took less than ten minutes. She tossed her purse on the sofa and took her purchase to the kitchen, where she tore into the packaging with a pair of utility scissors.

The paddle felt right in her palm. One side was soft to the touch. She traced the embroidered flowers and vines with her finger, then ran her hand across the cool leather surface on the other side. She bit her lip and poised it over her hand to test it out, but changed her mind just as she was ready to bring it down.

A first taste should be something of an event, she thought. She left the paddle on the counter and went to her bedroom. She returned in a simple thong and her favourite stockings: white with black Cuban stitching. She brought her computer out of sleep mode and opened the webcam.

Her palm tingled as she twirled the paddle, making sure it was the centrepiece of her video. She turned, grasped the handle and ran her other hand over the curve of her ass.

‘As promised, Sandman, a Valentine,’ she said, and bent slightly.

She didn’t want the first contact to be gentle. That would be cheating. She brought the paddle down in a firm stroke, gasping as what the sales clerk had accurately described as a whump sent electricity through her body.

The initial blow was delightful enough, but the sting that lingered was heavenly. She kept half-turned to the camera and watched, pleased, as her ass turned red.

‘That’s one,’ she said, and twisted the other way.

Her stomach fluttered in the seconds before she brought the paddle down on the other cheek. This time the sting brought with it a flood of pleasure between her legs.

‘That’s two.’

She reached down and rubbed her fingers between her pussy lips. She’d been wet even when she’d been paying for the paddle, but now she was throbbing and ready.

As she turned and ended the webcam show, she glanced at the clock. One more hour before she met Brendan. Even if she had time to get herself off and get ready, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. It would be better to wait and see what Brendan had up his sleeve.

She posted the video under the header ‘XOX for Sandman’ and left the paddle next to her laptop.

It was barely five minutes later that her phone chimed with a text.

Leave the paddle on your bed for later.

The photos are becoming a compulsion for Carrie. As soon as she wakes up, she feels the need to engage with the readers of her erotic website, Dirty Pictures. No matter how hard she tries to focus on her real life the need is always there. The high is knowing that men desire her.

One day a comment on her erotic website makes Carrie go cold: one of her readers, Brendan, has recognised a landmark in the window of one of her pictures. Brendan knows where to find her and has sent a tantalising private message. His invitation to play was so tempting in no time at all, in a variety of settings, their sensual adventures become wild. Her sexual and emotional reawakening reaches peaks she never imagined possible.

Book Links:

Uncover Me

The Deep End (Carried Away #1) - Available for Pre-Order

Holding My Breath (Carried Away #2) - Available for Pre-Order



  1. Pfffth. Not your fault - it's that damn Gmail poltergeist that's responsible for my inherent mistrust of email.

    Thanks for having me!

  2. YAY - I love stories based in Canada - cuz I LIVE HERE! :P But it's nice to read about real places that are (essentially) in my own backyard and that I don't need a passport to visit.

    I look forward to reading these!


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