Ginger Software Program

Ginger Software Program for Self-editing 

By Janice Seagraves

I tried out Ginger. And here’s what I think.

It’s a big program and took a lot of space on my laptop and slowed it way down. Going online is a pain, so after I finish trying it out, then I’ll delete it off my hard drive.

It works online so staying online as you use the program is a must.

It’s fast. It checks over your prose one sentence at a time and shows the sentence at the top of your screen along with the sentence with the suggested changes just underneath. You have an option of skipping or accepting the changes.

It only checks your words, not your punctuation. But it will check for correct word usage, which is great.

However, I suggest you look closely at what words are being suggested before you click on accept. Some of the suggestions on names was laughable, especially since I’m currently working on a SF Romance series, so you know some of my names are going to be far from normal.

It also corrects your email and posts online.

Here’s what I think: for a free program, it’s an excellent tool for self-editing. Just make sure you have the room on your hard drive before you download it.

But, if you’re looking for a program to check for punctuation errors, then you’ll have to look somewhere else.



Welcome again to my Virtual Book Tour for Claiming Magique , Book One in my Appointment with Pleasure series for Ellora’s Cave. If you enjoy sultry sex with a deeply moving love story, then you’ve come to the right place.  🙂

Here’s the cover, blurb and a brief excerpt to give you an idea of the plot.

I’m also offering a contest – the tour winner will have her choice of THREE of my backlist ebooks. So, read on!! And leave comments at each of my stops (check my blog daily for details: ) for your chance to win! The more comments, the better your chances.




Claiming Magique

Book One – Appointment with Pleasure series

Tina Donahue

A man at the center of power…a woman who won’t be ruled…

They call her Magique.

Sought out by the District’s elite, she’s no ordinary call girl, deciding who will pleasure her for the evening. Her preference is for several men at once. Games of bondage and submission heighten her arousal and desire to have a strong male take her…to be adored.

Lobbyist Hunter Prescott was only looking for a good time, not a woman who unleashes a hunger so deep it changes his world. He won’t stop until Magique is his alone, a prisoner of his lust, powerless against his growing need for her body and heart.

With this man, resistance isn’t allowed. For this woman, he’ll create a world of sensual delight and yearning like none she’s known. Proving that only with trust and true surrender will she find unparalleled rapture.



She accepted their silence as though moments like this had played out before with countless other men who were fascinated by her presence and confident sexuality. Jack had claimed she didn’t like one on one, preferring group sex. As far as Hunt was concerned, Tim and David no longer existed. He and Magique were alone in this room.

His mind went into overdrive, picturing her facing the wet bar, obedient to his every demand. He had dozens, but contented himself with the most pressing first. With his hands on hers, he directed Magique to grip the edge of the counter. She turned her face to his, their mouths so close he could smell her sweet breath. It warmed and tickled his skin. Kissing her shoulder, he guided her to bend at the waist. Her hair tumbled over her arms, away from her ass, his sole focus. Inch by delicious inch, he edged up her wicked dress, exposing her buttocks. Two lush globes that begged him to squeeze them.

In his fantasy, she wasn’t wearing panties or a thong. He wanted nothing separating her skin from his, not even a condom. According to Jack, there wasn’t any worry about getting her pregnant. She protected herself well. She also knew that he, Tim and David had submitted to testing and passed with flying colors, free of any social disease. None of them would have been here tonight if they’d been a threat. It was one of her many demands.

Images unwound in Hunt’s mind of him kissing the crease at the top of her thigh. The scent of her sex washed over him. He suppressed a groan of delight and touched her slit. Slick with her arousal. Ready for—

Her sleek muscles rippled beneath the shimmering gold fabric as she turned back to the bar, pulling Hunt from his outrageous fantasy. He stared stupidly at the tray she held.

On it were three glasses of varying heights. The squat one with the amber liquor was bourbon neat, no water or ice. His favorite drink.

He wondered if it was Jim Beam and suspected it was. Had Jack told her his preference in hard liquor? Most likely.

With the grace of a runway model, she moved toward them, her heels clicking lightly on the floor, her steps in rhythm with the music’s beat. Slow and suggestive. In front of David she stopped, her slender fingers circling a Manhattan, what he always ordered, complete with three, not one, maraschino cherries. Just as he liked.

Ice tinkled in the glass as she lifted the drink to him and murmured, “Nĭhăo ma?”

David stared as if she’d just spoken Martian, rather than what sounded like Chinese. He blurted, “Wŏ hĕnhăo.”

Whatever he’d said had her commenting again in the same language. To Hunt’s surprise, David actually relaxed. Hell, he started to flirt, his tone husky and provocative, making her arch one slender eyebrow.

Before David could react or say anything else that might get him banished from here, she moved to Tim, offering him the tallest glass with a wedge of lime at the top…his usual scotch and soda.

“Et comment allez-vous ce soir?” she asked him, her French as effortless and flawless as the last language she’d spoken.

Amazing. Not only was she multilingual, she seemed to know that Tim had spent several years after college screwing around in Paris, blowing his trust fund before his father cut him off and ordered him home.

Unlike David’s initial reaction, Tim grinned. His fingers caressed hers as he took his drink.

“Bon!” he said, “Mais j’espère être encore mieux.”

No arched brow this time. She took in Tim’s length in the same manner he’d done with hers, pausing on the good parts, particularly his fly and obvious erection straining against it.

Screw that. Possessiveness, hard and uncivilized, coiled within Hunt, making him restless to have her first, to keep her from Tim and David.

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Tina Donahue

“Heat with Heart”










*** CONTEST ***


To celebrate the release of Claiming Magique , I’m offering a contest. One lucky commenter during this blog tour will have her choice of THREE of my following ebooks**:


  1.          Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
  2.          Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
  3.          Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
  4.          In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
  5.          Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
  6.          The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
  7.          Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
  8.          Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
  9.          SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR



** Winner chosen at random. Winner chosen September 13