Zinnia Hope, author of multi-genres and erotic romances; also writing as J. Emberglass

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Sunday, December 31

New Year Happy New Year!

I wish you the most for the year to come. Thank you for being a part of my life. May we all see our dreams come true.



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Friday, December 29

What do you like in an author newsletter? What makes you read or look for the new issue? Prizes? Excerpts? Quirky prose?

Leave your comment on what makes you sign up for one and keeps you reading.


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Sunday, December 24

Yeah, I admit it, I'm bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. But Santa Baby always leaves last year's whips in my stocking in exchange for a couple of my latest stories. Mmm-hmmm, hurts so good!

Now, I'm off to hunt a couple chickens for Christmas Eve dinner. Run! Run, you feathery peckerheads! Z's got a brand "new" whip to break in...

May all my dear readers have a wonderful Christmas. Thank you for always checking in for the latest news and chicken updates, lol.


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Wednesday, December 20

Found these today. I'm so thrilled!
ONE and then TWO


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Monday, December 18


IT'S ONLINE!!! Find it HERE.

Please stop in today and chat with me. Conspiracy of Angels will be available some time today!!! You must be a member to participate BUT you can always unsubscribe from the group after the chat is over.


And for writers, check this out: Go here.

If you missed the latest on the chickens, see the post below.


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Sunday, December 17

Well, I raced against the clock and now Consiracy of Angels will be available in a couple days. I've promo'd my country tushy off, I've juggled my other stories and met those deadlines and now...gulp...do I dare say it? The weekend deer season is over!

{insert loud horns and throw loads of confetti--hey, I ain't cleanin' it up either!}

Why the government didn't just put a couple extra days onto the regular deer season, I dunno. So instead of having one gun season to deal with, I had an extra weekend session of it.

I washed a mountain of laundry today, and since my regular washer is on the fritz, I washed them in the old wringer. I'm so tired. Actually, I think I'm typing this with my eyes shut, but I'm not sure.

The chickens have been restless lately. The cock of the walk decided he was going to sneak into the house. I found him pecking away at my keyboard. Needless to say, I blew a gasket and lunged at him. He squawked and pecked at me, his wings beating so hard they knocked things off my desk and the nearby shelves.

I won't type the choice words I shrieked at him (I had terrible visions of chicken poop in my desk chair), but I finally got the window open after tearing down the mistletoe and the lights that were strung over it.

The lunatic rooster flew out in a flurry of white and black feathers, crashed landed in the nearby tree, bounced off the limb, careened onto the woodshed roof and flopped onto the ground. I guess he decided his jet liner days were over because he ran the rest of the way--you know that goofy way chickens run--across the yard to the coup.

With a big sigh, I shut the window and looked in my desk chair. I couldn't believe my eyes. The chair was clean. The cursor on the pc screen kept flashing. I looked at it and saw: I know we don't always get along, but I have an image to keep. I just wanted you to know I'm your biggest fan. Good luck with Conspiracy of Angels on Tuesday.

Okay, so I'll have to lighten up on the feathery pecker head. For a while anyway...


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Wednesday, December 13

I'm sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I'm frazzled from tending sick kids and scouring the house from top to bottom with disinfectant. I've also been putting together my promos and contests for my December 19th All Day Loop Chat on my Yahoo Group. (There's been some hilarious discussions there the past few days.)

Now, I need a bit of help. For a Contest prize, which would you prefer? An Amazon.com gift certificate you could apply to your own Christmas shopping or a nice Christmas themed prize that's unique and you can use it for many Christmases to come? Cast your vote in the comments section. Maybe this will help me make up my mind, lol.

Would you believe that I saw the chickens stuffing a tiny Blue Spruce through the door of their coup? Cha...yeah, like Santa Baby will be visiting those cocks.

Oh, will you get your mind out of the gutter? I can just see Santa placing a check mark next to about 20 people's names, lol...

Anyway, if they think I'm supplying the electricity for their Christmas lights, then they're going to find themselves plucked and lying alongside some peas and carrots.


Conspiracy of Angels by Zinnia Hope


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Monday, December 4

It’s been a nut house here on the Hope homestead. Maybe I should say it’s been a house full of certified nuts, and I don’t mean the walnut, pecan, or cashew varieties either.

Gee, where would we be without gun season? Men running around shooting at deer in the quest for the big rack (No, I don’t mean the two-legged big boobed kind! Sheesh...), stomping through my house with their muddy boots and doe-pee-soaked clothes. (They say it camouflages their scent. I say it just pisses off a buck when he finds out he’s been duped.) My older boys have been begging to take a day off from school to go hunting, but since the first day of deer season is incorporated into the end of their Thanksgiving vacation, the first day is adequate in my opinion.

Yeah, what do moms know? It’s deer season! Come on, Mom! Get with the program!

Uh...don’t forget that Mom knows full well how to load, aim and shoot a 12-gauge and any other weapon in this house.

See ya, Mom! I’ll be sure to have all my homework done tonight.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

With all the weapons within easy access of late, the chickens have been lying low. I thought about sneaking out to the coup and putting some miniature reindeer antlers on them, but figured the over zealous northerners who come down this way to hunt might not only commit poultry genocide, but shoot up my house and barn in the process. I did stand in the Walmart aisle a long time thinking about it, though.

Well, folks, December 19th is creeping up. I really want the release of Conspiracy of Angels to do well and would love to have several chatters on my loop chat that day. I typed out a blurb today, but had to scrap the ending. Folks would probably frown on some of my sense of humor, rofl. Uh...never mind...

Here's the official blurb:

You’ll love to hate her, want to hug her, yell at her, and then root for her.
Raised by a Bible-beating grandmother and a starstruck mother, naturally, Elizabeth has issues.

Forced to leave town seven years ago by the local minister, Elizabeth has
returned. With the help of some meddling angels and her overbearing
grandmother, she finally finds her way back to her one true love. Sometimes, a bit of heavenly conspiracy is required to set things right.

Based on true-life accounts, Conspiracy of Angels is a controversial tale of deception within Christianity where sex is a sin unless there’s a gold band on the ring finger and people gossip while sequestering the skeletons in their own closets.

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