Restraining the Receptionist by Juniper Bell

NOTE:  Juniper's post was scheduled for yesterday, Saturday, June 11. However, through a blogger glitch--don't we just love those? LOL--it did not post, and therefore has been posted today. And oddly enough is showing the date as yesterday. Beats me! I'm just glad she's here and her new book looks smokin' hawt!!!!

I’m going through first-time jitters all over again. Trembling with nerves, torn between desire and shyness. Wondering if I’ll measure up…if it will hurt…if this will be my first and my last time…

See, while I’m no longer a virgin in most respects, I am when it comes to sequels. Restraining the Receptionist, out June 14, is my first. It’s a follow-up to my book, Training the Receptionist. I never particularly intended to write a sequel. But I actually got requests for one, which blew my mind to the point that I couldn’t … well, restrain myself.

I quickly discovered that writing a sequel is really weird. It’s like picking up dolls you abandoned in the toy box. Your characters are still piled there in the same position you left them, waiting for you to decide what to do with them. Last time I saw Dana, Ethan and Simon, a receptionist and her two sexy bosses, they’d finished a hot three-way and had made a deal to continue working/playing together.

Did they have any more stories left in them? Would their voices come back to me, particularly Dana’s, my first person narrator? Would the new story please the readers who had enjoyed the first one? Or (nooooo!!) would it disappoint them? These are questions I never worried about before. But with a sequel, they seem to go with the territory.

The good news is, Dana reappeared without missing a beat. And another character immediately grabbed my attention. Most of Training the Receptionist involved Simon’s relationship with Dana. Ethan was a shadowy figure who only appeared at the end. This time, he took center stage right away. He’s a very strong, very dominant character with some demons in his past. Dana has her hands full with him.

The story that unfurled surprised me, as they always do. The surprise here was how Ethan challenged Dana to discover even more about herself—about her spirit of adventure, and her capacity for trust and surrender. As I wrote, the enigmatic Ethan emerged from the shadows and revealed some of his complexities.

And that turned out to be the most fun part of writing a sequel—the chance to go deeper with characters I already knew and loved.

In a few days, Restraining the Receptionist will be out of my hands and into those of whoever wants to read it. And then I’ll find out how my first time went. Whether it was painful or orgasmically awesome. I already know it was good for me. My first time was way too much fun. I’m hooked.

If I smoked, I’d need a cigarette right now.  

How are sequels for you? Do you like reading them? Writing them? What’s the best part and the worst part of a sequel? I’ll choose one commenter to receive a download of the first book, Training the Receptionist. 

BLURB:

Every deal has a loophole.

…the Receptionist, Book 2

Dana Arthur’s new job with the firm of Cowell & Dirk is going well. Translation: the occasionally kinky ménage with her two bosses, Ethan and Simon, has been several months of politically incorrect bliss.

Except the relationship feels unbalanced. While Ethan is the undisputed master, the partners’ iron-clad agreement stipulates that Simon must be present as she performs her “duties”. And she senses there’s a subtle, powerful tug-of-war developing for more than just her body.

Simon had agreed to share the firm’s fiery, sensually daring receptionist…to a point. With Simon out of town, Ethan plans a feast of erotic temptations designed to have Dana begging him to break the deal. He didn’t realize his heart would be a casualty.

Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing. 

Product Warnings

NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.

Read an excerpt here. 

Check out Juniper’s website here.

Download a Free Read in the Receptionist series here.

Honeypie, sugarbunch...

We all have nicknames. Well, maybe not all of us, but many of us do. Sometimes they're a shortened version of our name or a special endearment used by our significant other or friends. "Cari" is actually a nickname for my full name that a friend gave me in junior high and it sort of stuck. And "Quinn" is also derivative of a nickname my mom gave me as a child. When I picked a penname, I wanted a name I would answer to but one that also had personal meaning. Names are important, and so are the pet names we give those we love.

But sometimes readers get annoyed with the nicknames we give our characters. My CP Taryn enjoyed a novella recently, but hated the hero's nickname for the heroine, which was an endearment in another language. I've seen people complain that certain pet names have been overused in a story. How many "darling"s can you read before your grimace meter goes off? Apparently everyone has a different threshold.

Me, I love nicknaming characters. But it's a fine line. Used sparingly, I think they enhance the relationship between the hero/heroine (or hero/hero or hero/hero/heroine, pick your poison.) Use them too much and your readers may growl.

Some of my favorite nicknames in stories I've read…

Marc calling Sabrina "Seattle" in Anything You Want by Erin Nicholas

Flynn calling Laurel "Sub Shop Girl" in Willing Victim by Cara McKenna

Bones (*swoon*) calling Cat "Kitten" in the Night Huntress Series

And right now, my favorite nickname I've used in one of my books is "Blondie." Cale calls Marcia that in Need Me, an upcoming book in my Unveiled series at Ellora's Cave, and it's just…hot. Well, at least to me!

Why do these particular nicknames work for me? In the case of the first two, they're different from the usual and mean something specific to the characters. In the third example, Bones is such a rough around the edges character at first that his calling Cat Kitten softens him. Plus Kitten just pushes my buttons in all the right ways. Maybe because I'm a cat person…? Anyway, I melt a little whenever he calls her that. And I find Blondie hot because Cale's so appreciative of everything about Marcia, right down to her hair color.

Now it's your turn. Do you like using nicknames for your characters or reading them in stories? What are some of your least/most favorite nicknames? And do you have a special nickname you're willing to share?

BDSM and The Sound of Music (a satire)

I saw a headline earlier this week with a picture of that dude from Sound of Music. The General, the Colonel, or something. To be honest, I'm not a huge musical lover (don't get me started on Glee, because that's the wrench thrower), so this movie gave me hot and cold flashes whenever it would come on, as a kid. You know that pit of the stomach nausea you get when you have to take a math test and you'd really rather be somewhere else RIGHT NOW? Yeah, that's how musicals make me feel. Like if I could reasonably crawl out of my own skin and disappear, leaving my Mia shell behind, that would be acceptable.

I said KNEEL, bitch.

Whoops. Got a little off topic there. Anyway, the dude. This dude to be precise. The headline was something like, "What's Wrong With People," with the sub-header, "After 44 years the Sound of Music is all anyone wants to talk about." Now I'm guessing he means fans still ask him about that work more than things he's done since then.

I think the standard answer is to clutch your hands under your chin, blink you baby whatevers and say, "It's because we love it so. It's part of our childhood. It's magical. It's my first memory of moving film EVAR." or something to that effect.

But, as you would guess, I suppose differently.I'm going to say it was foreshadowing. Foreshadowing of what, Mia? So glad you asked. BDSM. Yep that's right. Dr. Colonel General Badass Daddy Guy walked around with a riding crop and a face void of expression. This tells me that either he rides a horse a lot (and while I believe there was one, I don't remember seeing scads of them, especially not inside the house where he continued to bandy that crop about), he's a pompous ass (which could still be true), or he really got off on spanking people. Namely, Julie Andrews. Puts a whole new spin on her defiance gone subservient nature, doesn't it?

You will come for me while I watch. Make it good.

He also kept a strict household where all the members desperately tried to please him. They "sirred" him, feared his displeasure, worried when they disobeyed, and all he had to do was take care of their basic needs. On the one occasion where they sing and he stands outside with tears in his eyes, he never let them see him as anything but super strong.

But Mia, you ask, what does this have to do with foreshadowing? Another fantastic question, darlings! Ah Ha! What is one of the romance industry's biggest selling subgenres? BDSM. What is showing up more and more on TV? BDSM documentaries, jokes in sitcoms, and BDSM in crime dramas laden with sexual undertones. What do we find in more and more movies? The suggestion of BDSM. I won't go into the Thor's hammer thing, but the dude carries an implement of pain and power and is a god. I'm just sayin' folks. I mean, I could be having this same blog post discussion about My Fair Lady and Rex Harrison. FORESHADOWING!

Man who spanks

So, Mr. Sound of Music man. The reason people still ask you about that role is because you titillated them with the suggestion of dominance and sex. You ruled with an iron fist, protected them at all costs, sang sometimes, and yes, you spanked Julie Andrews. Something people everywhere have wanted to do since the beginning of time--which is how long she's been around. You are a BDSM precursor before it was acceptable to talk about BDSM. You thought we were fooled, but we weren't! We were with you every step of the way, you dirty dirty boy.

And that's my spin on it.
~Mia

Writing without reason

I've been asked a lot about how to write. I'm not sure I have the correct answer. However I remember my fab editor from the Wild Rose Press did a workshop last year that might help people get back into the rhythm or at least jump start the muse.

So here's the following blog from my time at the WRP retreat! Let me know if this exercise works for you. Or share the story you came up with. 

So I made it through my weekend in the Texas Hill Country. The Wild Rose Press held it's writing retreat and I had a blast. First off I stayed in the Wyatt Earp room that's supposed to haunted. From the noises that woke me up on and off Saturday night I'm thinking they're right. Nothing creepy, but highly interesting.
Brenna Zinn and I did our co-writing workshop. I think it went well as no one threw frogs or rotten fruit at me. I'm pretty easy to please in that manner.
My Scarlett Rose Editor Diana did her own workshop and a good time was had by all. The idea behind her workshop was to jump start the muse. A button, CD, bracelet, cracker, note clip and a bottle of bubbles. What do these items have in common? They were all in my brown bag and I had to write a short story that included all the items. The second bag contained a triple A battery, plastic fork, fly catcher, safety pin, and again a bottle of bubbles. Fifteen minutes was the time limit and it shows in my writing. My notebook looks like a drunk first grader wrote it. The spelling isn't that much better. Just goes to show you how dependent I am on my computer's spell check.
So to get your Wednesday started off right I'm going to put my hard earned work here for all of you to read. There are two parts to the story, but I'm combining both of them here. I'll separate them to give you an idea of the difficulty of this project.

Invasion Of Evil Frogs From Outer Space
By: Allie Standifer

Diana slowly ate the stale cracker while waiting for the Elvin bracelet dangling innocently on her slim wrist to light up. Nikki's note, clipped in its holder had her stomach and hands clenching in nervous anticipation.
Jumping from the bar stoll the button on her pink catsuit caught on the chair's saddle horn and fell to the floor with a soft ping. Frustration and fear grew as she jammed her favorite CD in and cranked the music up. The wild Polka beat filled the empty space as Diana's pulse pounded with fearful energy.
Her fingers nervously twirled a strand of long silver and pink hair that had fallen loose from her pony tail.
Could the prophesy be come true, in the middle of nowhere, TX? The writing on the note burned into her mind.
Pender's Frogs were finally making their move to enslave the world under their influence of evil. Only the bubble of Avalon could stop the invasion of the devil's minions, but would the magic potion arrive in time? Or were they forever doomed to live under the dominion of the slime monsters?

2nd Bag
"Diane?" Boch interrupted her thoughts. "We've found another way to stop the frog horde."
Heart afraid to hope, she looked over at her green haired leprechaun lover. "We're running out of time. New York, New Orleans and Padre Island have already fallen."
"They didn't have this," Boch protested holding a green fly catcher in his hand.
Her pale slim hand flew to her throat in a nervous gesture. "Will it work?"
He lifted a green brow. "Austin took back the city using these attached to a fork and powered with a triple A battery."
"Boch, we're saved. The evil Pender's forces won't be able to defeat your brillance."
"I know," he smugly told her. "Let's have sex to celebrate. I've come prepared."
In the center of his lightly green tinged palm Boch held out a familiar blue packet and white tipped safety pin.
Diana's heart raced in raw desire. "You know me so well." In one swift tug the catsuit minus a button fell to the floor.
Boch mirrored her actions then used his teeth to tear open the foil.
Looking down Diana flinched. "My God," she exclaimed, "will it fit?"
Boch only laughed and said, "That's what the bubbles are for, baby."


Yeah, I know it's no Desiree Holt, but for the amount of time I had I didn't suck too bad. Be sure and let me know what you think. Have a great week people!

Men Reading Romance? My kind of Guys

A few years ago Romance Writer's of America conducted a study that found nine percent of romance readers were men. Hmm. Interesting. I honestly didn't think the numbers would be that high because it has been my experience that most guys just roll their eyes about women who have a heavy-duty romance reading habit. I've never actually understood that because you'd think with all the sexy stuff we read, the fellas would be all FOR that. Still we've all heard comments about how romance books give women unrealistic expectactions, keep us living in a fantasy and basically are a waste of time. That being said, men love their spy/secret agent/going to blow up the world stories. Unrealistic much? But I digress.

Men could learn a lot about women, life and relationships if they'd only pick up a romance novel or ten. Seriously. Despite what many might think, women know the difference between fantasy and reality. No we don't really believe there are handsome dragon-men out there who are dying to bed us. What men could learn from a good romance are the varying ways to communicating with a woman...both in the bedroom and out of it.  Along with that, they would most likely find action, adventure, fantasy, or a good mystery. Sounds like that might be something a guy would like, huh?

We should all try to convince the men in our lives to try a romance novel just once. Hey, you never know. I've been working on the guys in my life (husband and son) for years now with zero luck but I keep trying. Still there are men who read romances. They might be in the closet about it but they are out there and I suspect the women in their lives are heaving happy sighs about that. If a guy can't appreciate the thrilling adventures, surely he can appreciate the one-thousand-and-one ways to 'please your lover'.

I still remember that awesome scene from the movie Romancing the Stone. Joan Wilder, a successful romance novelist, heads off to Columbia for a 'real' adventure as she searches for her missing sister. She hooks up with a wildy sexy guy who refuses to take what she does for a living very seriously. Cue lots of eye-rolling and snorts. But when they come face to face with a surly group of 'bad guys' and it looks like they are in big time trouble, one of the bandits recognizes Joan from her picture on the back of her romance books. A heavy sigh rolls through the group when they realize they are meeting their idol. The ornery hero suddenly takes his partner-in-adventure just a little more seriously.

Self-help gurus and relationship experts talk constantly about the importance of communication in a relationship. I agree. In the end, I believe if we could get our fellas to read romance, the world might be a kinder and gentler place.

I Don't Have Blue Hair!

And even if I did, what difference does it make? I don’t wear support hose or have pearls wrapped around my neck either—although I do own a perfectly nice strand. I’m not a wrinkled up old prune living on dreams or in the past and I don’t need KY!

There. I said it.

Age is a number. That’s all. Does it matter to a reader how old the author is or what they look like? To that I say a resounding HELL NO. If readers wanted a visual, they’d go watch Angelina Jolie kick some butt or Jason Statham rocket off to the moon in a car, explode a package, and safely return to earth not a muscle out of place.

So you’re wondering…What’s got Tess on her soapbox? Why is she so pissed off? (Easily done.) Well, it’s like this. I’ve been so incredibly busy volunteering at school for all of the end of year stuff and dealing with my boy and eighth grade prom—shopping for tux, manicure, haircut, etc etc etc. that I’d gotten behind on my blog reading. I spotted a post about bloggers who love to make fun of, hate, the romance genre. At first I told myself NOT to click on the links and get all upset but I did it anyway. So here I am. Pissed Off City!

The first post I accessed was all about this reporter/blogger, whoever the hell she was/is, and how she’d attended the Romance Novelists’ Association meeting in Britain and found herself surrounded by blue-haired ladies wearing support hose. By the end of her post she was saying how much she liked all of the women. But hell that was too late for me. She’d basically insulted every romance writer on the planet by saying we were too old to know anything about love and sex. My friend, who is a geriatric nurse, really needs to talk to that gal about what she sees going on at the old folks home!

Well, I had to go and click on more posts and discovered that some psychiatrists are saying that reading romance novels gives women a distorted view of relationships. You know…if I were a man, I’d take great exception to that statement. She’s saying that men are pretty much pigs, jerks, and assholes and can never measure up to the romance hero. And what do I say? I say that women aren’t stupid! We know daily life—work, paying the bills, raising kids, worrying over how to fix the leaky roof—has a way of putting a damper on romance. We KNOW that the men we love are not perfect and don’t expect them to be. I’ve always been secretly in love with Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan character. Tom Clancy does NOT write romance. John Grisham doesn’t write romance. There are a lot of books I read which are NOT romance. And I love the characters just the same. But that doesn’t mean I expect the same heroic deeds from Mr. Regular Dude walking down the street, now does it? Hell NO!

I think I’m smart enough to know the difference between fantasy and reality. Hell, someone should crawl inside my mind sometime and take a gander of just what my fantasies are! Hmmm…Well…maybe not.

The blogger claims that researchers are saying that reading romance is just as addictive for women as pornography is for men. That just as men need a visual and become excited—engaged over pornography—whenever they can’t get their fix they become depressed and that romance books do the same thing to women.

It’s also being said that the reason Amazon chose to launch its new publishing venture in the romance arena was because women buy romance at the drop of a hat. That it is a cheap, mindless endeavor of some sort for us. Well, sounds like Amazon made a good business decision to me. And if those bloggers only knew how persnickety we women are about our romance books.

Basically, we’re now being called addicts by researchers. And what a sweet ‘n’ sexy addiction it is!

This week’s book trailer is from Delaney Diamond for her book Fight For Love published by Amira Press. Delaney created this video herself! Great job. Fantastic imagery and music.

Drinking and Writing-What Do you like

Welcome our guest blogger Elizabeth Black

Work is the curse of the drinking classes. – Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde might have been more right than he knew in that drinking may be a writer's curse. I don't know about other writers, but I'm driven to write. (You thought I was going to say I'm driven to drink, didn't you? LOL) I can't help myself. My hands and brain atrophy if I don't put my thoughts in a manuscript.

Every writer I've ever met must have something to drink whilst writing. Whether it's your fifth cup o' joe or a glass of pinot noir, writers gotta drink. What do you like to drink to keep the words flowing?

Here it is, 9 am, and I'm on my third cup of coffee. I just bought some gourmet coffee from a site online because I got a pound of Costa Rican for free. Can't beat that with a stick. The coffee I bought to get his free pound of coffee was also Costa Rican, and it was from volcanic soil around the Poas volcano. Sounded yummy to me. When I had my first cup last week I wasn't disappointed.

When I'm not drinking coffee, I drink either iced tea or sweet red vermouth. I recently got into vermouth after years of drinking either ruby port or a variety of red wines like merlot, cabernet sauvignon, chianti, and even amontillado. Yeah, I'm a Poe fan. Sometimes, when the mood strikes and when the purse allows, I'll buy French absinthe. The real stuff. Not eastern European green-dyed swill that tastes like Nyquil. Authentic absinthe is very herbal and medicinal-tasting. And it knocks you flat on your ass in no time at all, even if you water it down. As my butchering of the old saying goes, I might not touch absinthe much but it sure touches me. 
There are writers who don't drink alcohol at all, let alone when they write. I know a few. It seems so against the stereotype of the imbibing writer, but they do exist. For the non-booze drinkers amongst us, I have a wonderful recipe for you. I make my own version of Celestial Seasoning's Red Zinger tea when I need something non-alcoholic. It's fantastic as iced tea. Red, delicious, and it has no caffeine. Here's my recipe. You can find the herbs at either an herb shop or a holistic grocer with an herb and spice section.

RED ZINGER ICED TEA
1 1/2 tablespoon hibiscus leaves
1 tablespoon rose hips
1 tablespoon peppermint
Sugar to taste

Boil one gallon of water. Once the water starts boiling, drop in the tea (in a tea ball) and remove from heat. Let the tea steep for about an hour. Wait until the tea cools, and then pour it over ice.

So what do you like to drink when you're writing? Tell me about your favorite alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. Let's have a party!

The Next Big Thing

Before I get to my post today, I'd like to announce the two winners of Undercover Lovers, my erotic contemporary anthology with Dee Carney, Chloe Cole and Dee Tenorio, from last week's post. Congratulations Susan and Dragon Lady (Stacy)! Please email me at cariquinnauthor at gmail dot com to claim your prize.


Tonight I'm taking a class through Loose Id that, among other things, helps authors track their individual sales and book trends. Which books were big sellers for you, for example, and which ones tanked, all nicely charted out and analyzed.


Armed with that data, authors can feel a little more informed the next time they sit down to play the "what if" game in front of a blank Word document. If I know, say, werewolf ninjas are selling big, I can hurry my werewolf ninja idea to market and hope that wave hasn't crashed before mine releases.


Some writers don't track things in that manner. They follow the dictates of their muse and write where their stories take them. Others approach their career a bit more methodically.


I think I kind of fit in the middle, though as of yet, I haven't written anything that I didn't feel compelled to write at that time. Well, that's probably not true. Full Disclosure, my first novella, I wrote because a) I wanted to try to write an erotic romance and b) because I'd been told so-called "cougar" novels were hot.


I also wrote my vampire menage (which I'm still wrestling with) for the same reason. I've delayed and dawdled over that book so long that vampires are no longer hot or even lukewarm…and some people downright hate them now. But that, like most other things, will swing around again, I think. In a few years, vampires will probably enjoy another resurgence. A girl can dream, right?


So I have a two-part question for you today. For writers, do you write to trends or do you strictly follow the muse? And for readers and writers, what do you think the next big thing in romance will be? Is paranormal dead? Will it be cowboys or historicals? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Blogger hates me

No seriously, it does. I've been struggling with blogger for almost two weeks now and I'm getting to the point where Firefox can kiss my--well, I have good news. So how about I get to share??? Hm? I'll do a full posting next week, and my apologies to those who came by earlier and saw nothing here.

I just finished my new book Hitched. It's the last in the Faerily Surprising series, at Resplendence Publishing. Youngest sister Willow Harper gets her man x 2. This is one of those titles that I share a coauthorship with myself. Yeah, it's confusing. Anyway, Mia Watts and Katie Blu are releasing this on on June 26th. Here's the cover, which I think is lurvely.

~Mia

Heros & what makes them & who sticks with you

This question has been pinging around my brain. Really, what makes a man make us sit up and take notice. A man that doesn't even exist outside of a writer's imagination? What is it that makes us long for this certain man to be real, to exist side by side with us in our world?
I like to think it's more than a handsome face and buff body. Those things are nice, but kind of like eating icing without the cake. There's always something missing. I know when I write my heroes I create them with flaws. Short temper, stubborn sense of always being right or the naive belief they don't need anyone in their life. Flaws, I think, create the character, ads layers and depth to an otherwise one dimensional piece of fiction. 
A few traits I've noticed over and over again have made me think these are what draws us in as readers and women. The first is dependability. A man you can count on when the world's exploding around you, a vampire is about to rip out your throat or a Regency baron is about to slice your head off with a sword. No matter the time period, the setting or the general genre men with the ability to come through are a turn on. The foster sense of trust and safety that aren't easily found in reality.
The second thing I've noticed is a sense on honor. You know what I mean. The highway man that refuses to allow a child to be beaten. Or a cop that rescues an abandoned dog on the side of the highway. The werewolf that refuses to release his beast on the innocent.
Third is loyalty which I guess could be the same as being dependable, but not quite the same. The perfect or the memorable hero has loyalty in spades. A code of conduct that cannot be broken. He's there for his friends, family and anyone he persevere as being weaker than him. Not to mention fidelity to his chosen lady. Is anything sexier than that?
So that's my opinion on the top three qualities on what makes a remarkable hero. As well as what goes into being a male character in one of my books. And yeah a hot body and sexy face don't hurt either.
What male characters have stuck in my mind after the fact?
Well I'm still waiting for Stephanie to pick Ranger over Joe. 
Yeah, I know people will be throwing popcorn and more at me for saying that, but I can't help it. I'm Plum fan now and chewing my nails waiting for Stephanie to get together with Ranger. Why not?
He's hot, he's always protecting her. Hell, he's never said a word about all the cars she's blown up or destroyed. It takes a strong man to keep his mouth closed when hundred thousand dollar cars are flattened. Not to mention watching her walk away every night.

Joe never asks. He's never really there for her other than sex and clean laundry. I won't even go into scary Grandma Bella. Freaky deaky!!

All right...fire away.

Done yet? Look it's not like I don't get the Joe attraction. Joe is tall, dark and sexy. He's great in bed, he doesn't expect her to cook and he loves his dog. What's not to love? But he leaves me feeling a bit on the lonely side. He's never there for her. He pretty much just shakes his head and goes on his way.

Only two imaginary male characters have ever grab me by the throat. The first is Roarke by J.D. Robb. The second just happens to be Ranger. Strong, confident powerful men are who love completely are the sexiest thing I've ever seen. That's what makes them so popular with readers the world over. Fictional characters with real world attributes.

I only hope my heroes have part of the soul of those two men. Because they are what makes writing so much fun.

I look forward to hearing the comments. Just play nice with the language. I damage easily.