I’m Regina, and I’m proud to say I write sexy, fun, entertaining books. But if you’ve been here for a while, you already know that.

I’m posting today to tell you a little bit about my writing journey, and what it means for you guys, the readers.

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I’m a firm believer in the reader. After all, that’s who I am–a reader who’s devoted to her book friends. And as someone who’s been a tireless author-stalker in the past, wondering when the next title in a series will land, I owe it to you guys to let you in on what’s up.

You may remember that my most recent release, CAUGHT IN CRIMSON, was billed as the first in a series called “Spellbinding.” Well, it is. Technically. The bad news is, Spellbinding won’t be continuing right away.

Here’s the thing. I want to write what you guys want to read. And I also want to enjoy what I write. In fact, I’d say it’s VITALLY important for the author to enjoy what she does, otherwise, it’s meaningless. If I were to write a story I didn’t 100% believe in, I’d sooner hang up my quill pen and head to the nearest fast food joint. I’d take just as much pride in flipping burgers as I would writing something I didn’t believe in. More, actually.

BOUND IN BLUE was billed to be my next title. But I wasn’t connecting with it the way I wanted to–no, the way I NEEDED to. I was struggling hard with it. I got words down on paper, but they didn’t feel right. They don’t feel right still.

So here’s what I’m doing… I’m shelving the series for the moment. Not forever, because I do love this world and these stories. But paranormal isn’t where my heart is right now. I keep thinking about INDELIBLY INTIMATE. How much I adored writing that book. How much I loved the tattoo world, artistic personalities, the freedom to be young and make rash choices. And I wanted that again. I wanted to write another story with that aesthetic.

And since my editor and I apparently share a brain, she suggested a particular theme that I’d be good at. I wrote up a quick idea, and long story short, the next thing you read from Regina Cole will be a hot, sexy, and suspenseful contemporary romance called GET ON. Full of motorcycles, pierced and tattooed characters, and lots of heat and heart.

I’m truly sorry if the delay in Spellbinding is causing anyone to be sad! I promise those stories will come, eventually. But I’m figuring out what books my readers like most, and what books I like to write the most. I want to write what makes all of us happy. And for now, GET ON is where my heart is.

With all my love,

Regina

But I also love to read and write because it helps me to make sense of the world around me.

In a little over a month, I hope, some of you will be reading CAUGHT IN CRIMSON, the first book in my new series “Spellbinding”. A theme that runs through the story is doing what’s right for you versus what’s expected of you.

Now, I’m not one of those people that writes to theme. The stories come into my head, and they tell themselves. I’m usually just along for the ride. Like INDELIBLY INTIMATE. That one turned out to be a story about refusing to let bad choices define your life. And SINFUL TRUTH. That turned out to be a story about a murderous group of psychopaths. Okay, not everything I write has a clear-cut theme. But still.

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I haven’t gotten a lot of criticism on my stories yet (most people that talk about them seem to like them, hurray!) but one of the things someone complained about in INDELIBLY INTIMATE was Quinn’s choices. They didn’t like that she made bad decisions.

I don’t know why this popped into my head today, but it did, and I felt like I should address it.

In good stories, the characters feel real. Real people make mistakes. So, my characters make mistakes. If we only wrote about perfect people, the stories would be very boring. Our flaws make us human. They give us depth and meaning. They are what drives us to become more, better. Quinn LaBrea is very, very human. But you know what? So am I. I haven’t led a perfect life, and I’m willing to bet NOBODY reading this blog has led one either. If you have, please contact me. I have a very large wheelbarrow you can borrow for that load of horse manure you’re toting.

Delia, the red witch and heroine of CAUGHT IN CRIMSON, has made mistakes. She’s got ideas that don’t really mesh with reality. She’s going to screw up, she’s going to fall. But I hope you read because in the end, you know that she’ll climb out of the hole she’s made. And in the end, isn’t that what all of us want to do? Move on, move up, move forward? Make up for past mistakes and drive toward the end, doing our dead-level best to be happy?

I think so. I sure do.

Caught in Crimson will release in February or March. Keep your eyes peeled on the new “Coming Soon” page for details. And let me know if you think I’m full of crap below. I can take it!

Much better than either of my other releases.

I certainly don’t bear any responsibility for the increase in attention. I’ve been so caught up in my personal life issues lately that I’ve barely participated in any of the things I should have for II’s release.

I wrote the book, but there are people who’ve worked way harder than me to ensure that it sells well.

First of all, Sidney Bristol. This woman masterminded the Pricked party, and mobilized a group of otherwise unrelated authors to blog, tweet, and chat together for our mutual benefit. She’s been amazing, and I wish I could kiss her cute little toes.

Then my other fellow authors in the Pricked theme series. These ladies have tweeted, reviewed, and otherwise pimped the hell out of Indelibly Intimate. I’m humbled by their generosity, especially since I’ve been such a space cadet for the last couple of months.

Then, you guys. The readers.

I don’t know if any of you actually read my blog. But I do know that you read my books. And for someone who’s favorite dream is to share her characters with others who’ll love them like I do, that’s something I can’t repay.

But I’d like to try.

If you’ve read and enjoyed any of my books, please comment. I can’t give a lot, but I’d like to give you something.

The universe is very good to me, and so are you.

First of all, INDELIBLY INTIMATE released on Thursday, and has been getting some pretty nice reviews! Check out Belle’s Book Blog and the 5-star review they gave! Click the logo below for the whole review.

Don’t have a copy yet? Swing by the Ellora’s Cave website and snag one!

THEN, I got an email from The Romance Reviews that DEAR ADDI has been chosen as a Top Pick!! Woohoo! Two five-star reviews in two days??? What the heck have I done lately??

Click the logo below to read THAT one.

So what can I do, I thought, to share with the wonderful universe? Repay a little of that great karma?

Why, ManCandy, of course.

Yes. You’re welcome.

No, no, it was good, just really long. And I’m beat, because I had to do ALL. THE. DRIVING.

The mountains are frightening to some people.

So, the upshot is, I completely forgot I had an upcoming release. INDELIBLY INTIMATE came out yesterday. Woohoo!!!

And today is my birthday. I spent about four hours of it driving home.

So, while husband fetches me some takeout Chinese for my birthday dinner, who wants to win a free copy?

Leave me a haiku or a limerick below. I’ll leave this open until Monday at 8:00pm EST, and then my favorite will get a free ebook copy of INDELIBLY INTIMATE.

And come on guys, be creative. It IS my birthday.

I think that’s partially why I’m so in love with body art. I’m fascinated by it. It’s like a mysterious form of magic to me. And to wear it, like a fabulous accessory every day? Too freaking cool.

When non-inked people ask in their nervous voices what tattoos feel like, I usually tell them it’s somewhere between non-anesthitized limb removal and a gunshot wound. Just kidding!!! Or am I??

It’s really a lot like rubbing a really rough towel over a bad sunburn. Tender, too sensitive, and burn-y. Depending on the place, the healing can be worse than the ink session!

I was SUPER excited when I saw that Ellora’s Cave, my phenomenal publisher, was doing a sub call for a tattoo themed line of stories, called “Pricked.” (Love the entendre!) So I jumped right into a story about a bad tattoo, an unlucky-in-love waitress, and a good-bad boy tattoo artist.

Here’s an excerpt for ya. It releases July 13th!

An Excerpt From: INDELIBLY INTIMATE

Copyright © REGINA COLE, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

He rolled a stool up beside her chair and straddled it, sitting much closer than a perfect stranger should.
Despite the way her body reacted, or maybe because of it, she leaned forward, crowding him a bit. He didn’t take the bait.
“I’m Quinn. Quinn LaBrea.” She stuck her hand out, nearly hitting his chest. He’d have to move back now.
“Hamilton Dean. You can call me Hammer.” Smooth as a milkshake, he shook her hand without budging his torso a bit. The awkward angle didn’t prohibit his touch from causing a flutter in her chest.
“What kind of a name is Hammer?” She didn’t pull away and he didn’t let her go.
“The kind of name people respect in this business. Try telling some of these customers that their tattoo artist is named Hamilton.”
Quinn laughed and pulled from his warm grip. “I guess you’re right.”
He smiled in the silence. She’d have to be an idiot not to notice the way his gaze lingered on her mouth. Despite her conscious brain saying no, her tongue darted out to dampen her lips.
“So,” he said, moving away abruptly. Quinn had to fight to keep from clutching her temples. He’d spun so quickly it made her dizzy. “What did you want to cover that bad boy with?”
Decision time. Why hadn’t she thought about this before? She blurted the first thing she could think of. “A dragon.”
She couldn’t blame him for the dubious expression he quickly hid. “A dragon.”
“No,” she sighed. “A rose?”
He didn’t say a word, only stared at her with raised brows.
“All right, fine.” She smacked the leather arms of her seat. “I have no freaking clue. I don’t want to see his damn initials every day.”
Hammer nodded sagely. “I thought it was something like that. What kind of crap artist did you get who would put a boyfriend’s initials on you?” He grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil from the cupboard.
Quinn was glad he looked away. The annoyance and frustration boiled away at her insides and she needed a second to control the venom. After all, she needed this shit covered tonight. Even if she had to survive on Ramen noodles for the next three months, she wasn’t going another night with the reminder of her loneliness emblazoned like a neon sign reading “pathetic loser” on her thigh.
“The so-called ‘artist’ was my boyfriend. I’m not an idiot and I won’t be doing anything like that again. So if you could save the lecture, Mom, I’d appreciate it.”

Hammer was not a stupid man. He kept his gaze glued to his sketchbook. He hadn’t meant to pluck a nerve with Quinn but that was obviously what had happened. He’d have to choose his words more carefully if he wanted to get to know her. And if the slow, deep throb in his groin was any indication, he really, really wanted to get to know her.
“I’d love to help you figure out what would be best to cover that spot with. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?” He glanced up in time to see her nod. “Great. Just relax and we’ll come up with something special. So your name is Quinn. And you’re a waitress.”
Her knuckles went white and Hammer began to be nervous for the leather chair arms. Surely she wasn’t digging her fingernails into them.
“So help me god, if you suggest a waitress-themed tattoo, I will kick your ass so hard…”
His laugh interrupted her. “No worries, Sparky, I wouldn’t do you like that.”
Her glare was murderous and it made him laugh harder. She was definitely a firecracker. The nickname was perfect.
“So nothing waitress-like.” He nodded down at the sketchpad’s blank page. An idea gripped him, something that would be the perfect combination of Quinn’s fire and his ability. He began sketching as he talked. “So what do you like? What’s your favorite hobby, color, animal? Talk to me, let me get to know you. I’m thinking we can get some good ideas for your cover-up that way.”
“I like to read, I guess. Um, I write poetry now and then. Red and orange are my favorite colors. Like a fiery sunset.” Her voice was a little husky when she wasn’t busting his balls. He liked it. “I have goldfish at my apartment. I love dogs and cats but I’m not home enough to take care of them, so I stick with fish.” It wasn’t hard to hear the little thread of regret in her words.
Hammer stopped sketching and looked at her. She stared across the room at nothing at all, the corners of her full lips downturned. Her bangs nearly covered her left eye, almost making her appear as if she was hiding from the world.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out to brush her cheek with a finger. “You okay?”
She nodded but drew back a little. His fingers went cold without the soft heat of her skin. Dipping his head, he went back to his sketch.
“Goldfish, huh? I’d have figured you were more into the aggressive aquarium life, Sparky.”
Her angry snort lightened the mood by a ton. “Why do you enjoy irritating me so much?”
“Because you’re cute when you’re pissed.” He didn’t pause, even though her outraged gasp covered most of his next sentence. “So where are you from? Where’d you grow up?”
Quinn scooted up to the edge of the chair, readying herself to jump down. She was apparently in such a mood she didn’t notice how her white skirt rode up indecently high on her thighs.
Hammer sucked in a breath and put down his sketchpad. Standing up, he straddled her legs. “Hey. Relax. This is business, okay Sparky?”
He’d stepped much closer than he intended to. But once he was there, he couldn’t stop. Leaning forward, he braced himself on the armrests of the tattoo chair. Her sweet mouth was only inches away now.
“Hammer?” Quinn’s eyes were wide and soft as she looked up at him.
“Yeah,” he whispered, halfway to her mouth already.
She nearly spat the words. “Back the fuck off.”
She didn’t hit him but her knee jerked upright enough to show him that she could have if she’d wanted. He backed up slowly.
“Business. That’s it. Nothing like that will happen again.” He turned back to his sketchpad. The “tonight” came out so softly he was sure she didn’t hear. He might not have won this battle but he was patient. And Quinn had something he desperately wanted.
“The only reason I’m not leaving is that deal you were going to cut me. I can’t afford another artist and I refuse to go one more day with Guy’s shit on my leg.” Quinn sat back in the chair. “It doesn’t matter a damn bit what you cover it with as long as it’s not his name.”
Hammer smiled down at the sketch he’d finished roughing in. “Are you sure?”
She crossed her arms tightly beneath her breasts. “Positive.”
“Well,” he said, holding the sketchbook toward her, “what about something like this?”
She was completely silent, not even breathing for a long while. Hammer’s gaze never left her, searching for some response to what he’d drawn. Did she like it? Hate it? Would it matter either way? He was afraid he knew the answer to that question, but he sure as hell didn’t know why.