HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY—OH, MAYBE NOT by Irene Vartanoff

adaughter-ebook-300dpiYesterday I had one of those experiences that make me feel I only open my mouth to insert my foot. My most recently released book, A Daughter’s a Daughter, starts with a bang when my fiftyish heroine loses her job in the Wall Street meltdown. Suddenly she’s forced to confront the emptiness of her life since her husband died and her daughter grew up and became estranged.

It’s an enticing storyline to women in midlife, since so many of us come to a crossroads and don’t immediately know which way we’re going next. This book features a new romance for Pam, my main heroine, a new professional direction in her life, and much personal growth in her family relationships. The story also is told from the point of view of her ambitious young daughter, Linley, a cable television financial reporter who has a hot love affair with her handsome coworker. If that’s not interesting enough, there’s a new neighbor next door to Pam’s mother, Dorothy, out at the beach on Long Island, and he’s using his cute dog to start up a friendship with the redoubtable old lady because he has a secret agenda.

I brought a copy of A Daughter’s a Daughter over to a friend’s house as a gift. Okay so far, but then I goofed. When she asked me what it was about, I felt compelled to mention that the heroine realizes during the course of the story that her previously extremely competent, retired social activist mother has begun to develop dementia. I don’t want to sideswipe anyone who is having a hard time with a family member or friend in a similar situation. So I mentioned the dementia, which is just one of many interesting adult issues in this story, and my friend immediately shut down. I’m pretty sure she’ll never read my book, which is a shame, because my elderly character, Dorothy, is a grand old gal who has led a fascinating life and is still a vivid personality.

Women’s fiction is not just about young people falling in love and marrying the right person for the first time. In the women’s fiction world, both good stuff and bad stuff happens. Yet by the end of the story, the main heroine comes to a position of peace and acceptance about the things she can’t change, and she’s also made great inroads on changing the things she has discovered are within her power to change. Pam, my fiftyish heroine, grows and makes new choices. She faces up to the life situations that previously daunted her. But of course her mom isn’t going to suddenly be cured of dementia. Am I supposed to invent a fake medical breakthrough or pretend old age never happens?

A Daughter’s a Daughter is a story of life renewal for my baby boomer heroine. Through her mother’s memories, it’s my nod to the post-World War II years, to the women who were young wives then and coped with a very different world from the one we have now. And then there’s the annoyingly self-centered young heroine (who isn’t as nasty as the daughter in Mildred Pierce, but she comes close), who finally learns the lesson that she ought to treat others better. This story even has a cute dog, too.

I hope being honest about just one aspect of this big, juicy read has not doomed the copy sitting on my friend’s end table to remain unopened. Enjoy the excerpt below and consider checking out the many pleasures of A Daughter’s a Daughter.

 EXCERPT from A Daughter’s a Daughter:

“I got us a great opportunity. A spot on the Today Show tomorrow morning. They want to interview you about how it feels to have been laid off from Menahl.”

Pam grimaced. Those jackals outside the building this morning had wanted fresh blood, too. “Thousands were let go. Why talk to me?”

“Because I called them and pitched it.” There was great satisfaction in Linley’s tone. Her daughter was triumphant at having arranged an opportunity for Pam to be an object of pity on national television. “You wouldn’t believe how many news agencies are interested,” Linley continued. “The Today Show is the big deal.”

“That’s nice, dear. Couldn’t you do it by yourself?” She’d never been comfortable as the center of attention.

“Of course not. They want the story from the person directly involved. From you.” The impatience was in her daughter’s voice again, the undertone that said Pam knew nothing.

The moment stretched out silently.

“You’ll do it, right?” Linley prodded.

Pam cringed at the idea of exposing herself in public. She’d like to help Linley, of course, but she did not want to be on television. “Why not interview Magda instead? She has a more dramatic story. Magda works with—” she corrected herself, stumbling over her words, “she worked with me. She has a son she’s putting through college. Tuition is due in a month and she has no way of making payments if she doesn’t have a job.”

“The interview is with you and me, not with Magda.”

“I’d rather not be on television,” Pam said.

“Say yes.”

“I’d freeze up.”

“I promised you’d be on. Don’t make me a liar.”

“I hate being the center of attention. I can’t.”

“How can you be so selfish?” Linley wailed. “You’re ruining my day.”

Linley clicked off.

Pam stared at the phone. Linley had hung up on her. Oh, technically, Linley could not hang up a telephone she carried in her pocket, but it was the same thing.  Her daughter had hung up on her.

Useless tears trickled down Pam’s cheeks. Why was she so weak? So afraid of being in the public eye?

She and Linley hardly communicated anymore. Unlike her, Linley was ambitious. Linley’s quick success in her glamour career had reinforced her opinion that she was far superior to her mother. An adolescent attitude that hadn’t changed in a decade.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again.

“It’s me,” Linley said, her voice hard. “You’ve got to do the Today Show. Otherwise, I’ll lose the spot.”

“I—I…”

“If you don’t do this for me, I’ll never speak to you again.”

Pam gasped.

“I mean it,” Linley said.

“You’ll be interviewed, too?” Pam choked out the question.

“Yes.”

“I won’t have to be alone?”

“Yes,” was the impatient reply. Linley didn’t bother to coax.

Pam knew what hung in the balance. “It will help your career?” she asked, anyway.

“Are you kidding?” Linley named the time and the address. “Be there. Or I’ll never speak to you again. Never.” She clicked off.

Pam hung up the land line and stared into space. Linley had not asked her for anything in years. Now suddenly, she demanded this from her mother.

What if Pam made a fool of herself? Being on live television was exactly the kind of public exposure from which she had always shrunk. What if she started crying? Would Linley feel guilty? Would she care?

No use going there. All Linley thought about was the publicity for herself. Was there a chance that doing this would revive their old mother-daughter closeness? In case there was, Pam would go on the Today Show. But how could she keep from making an utter fool of herself or breaking down?

She picked up the phone again. When Dorothy answered, Pam said, “Mom, I need your help.”

irene-vartanoffBIO:

Award-winning author Irene Vartanoff combined her love of romances and comic books by working for Harlequin, Bantam, Berkley, and My RomanceStory.com, as well as Marvel Comics and DC Comics. She is the author of six published books so far, including Summer in the City, also women’s fiction. The third book in her Selkirk Family Ranch sweet contemporary romance series is coming out soon as is the third book in her chick lit vibe superhero series, Temporary Superheroine.

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A visit with Marik Berghs

NewCoverGN-AmazonWhat genre(s) do you write in and why?

I write fantasy for YA, because as Tamara Pierce said it is the only genre where you can use the words honor and integrity and not have to qualify them. I thought about that a lot and have come to agree. Humans have always been hungry for the white knights, the super heroes and heroines, the larger than life beings that represent the best of who we can be. Mythology and folklore are the archives for these types of stories and now we flock to see the stories and the heroes and heroines in movies or in comic books. I want to write about characters that every reader wants to be.

Tell us about your current series.

The series that I’m writing now is fantasy set in a contemporary realistic place (southern Illinois, northern Kentucky and Tennessee). In essence the books are the stories of four young people of different cultures that have often been at war. I wanted to know how the characters could find their way around all that history in order to save their lives and their homes. The girls are human and the males are Fae, it just happened to work that way though there are many Fae females and human males in the series too. The heroine is mouthy, vulnerable, loyal to a fault and funny. She is seventeen when the series begins and has a secret she can’t afford to let anyone know.

What inspired your latest book?

I started writing the series over 12 years ago when my granddaughter suggested that we write a book together. These storyline has evolved but the heroine is still named the name that Hannah suggested—Lunabel. Over the years as new characters presented themselves it just seemed natural to tell their stories. I like the fact that they are undergoing the same events but their filters color their experiences so they each see things differently. I’m fascinated by that in real life: seeing how people perceive the same things in different ways. I wanted to give this girl a superpower, unlike any I’d ever read about and so I did. She can make sound. We are just finding out how powerful sound can be so I have a lot of research I can work with as well as my imagination.

Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?

I am an eclectic reader but usually don’t read in my genre. I become impatient if the world building is sloppy, or doesn’t hold up, or the characters are flat. I would rather read other genres where I am not as easily disappointed. That said there are some fantasy writers where I will read anything they write. Tamora Pierce, Julian Mays, Neil Gaiman, love them.

Describe the genre of this particular title, and is the only genre you write in?

The books in the Sanctuary series are fantasy but I write in other genres too. I am working on two other series, one is a contemporary mystery series and the other an historical mystery series.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I grew up in traditional publishing. My dad owned a small newspaper, so the process of producing written materials was a part of my upbringing.  Indie publishing just seemed like an organic step for autonomy. I had worked with small presses and had a short stories and articles published through traditional venues but I wanted more control over my product than even a small press offered. Control and traditional publishing don’t work in the same context. They really are two separate beasts and I’m not suited to the traditional process, where as, I speak self-pub as a second language. This works for me because I knew all the steps that were needed to translate a manuscript into a book. I also know the process of bringing the book to market. Thanks to the online distributers it really is possible to take control of your intellectual property and go with it.

What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish?

Don’t expect a simple process and learn about the whole industry before you commit yourself. Especially know the difference between Indie publishing and Vanity Presses. It is inexpensive to publish your own book but it isn’t free. Join groups that focus on self-publishing, belong to a professional writer’s organization and attend talks that other writers are giving so that you can ask questions.

Tell us about your hero. 

Jeremy, you mean other than he can read the future, do magic and is really a 400 year-old El’Vanin? Those are the extraordinary things about him but the more natural, or human side of him is the most interesting to me. He is honorable, compassionate, loyal and has a great sense of humor. He finds every thing that Lunabel does delightful. His weakness would be his tendency to be too honorable. And yes there are times he needs to be more flexible in his interpretation of the world and events. That being said, I love his sense of honor.

Tell us about your heroine.  Give us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses

Lunabel is a good friend. She is fiercely loyal and honest, with a soft heart and lots more courage than good sense. She loves to read and hang out in the forest. Boys were never an interest for her until she meets Jeremy and then against her naturally skeptical self she is drawn to him.

Her weakness is that she doesn’t have confidence in herself. She has to learn that people won’t reject her if they know her secrets. And she has a huge secret.

Something for readers.

Readers should know that they are part of an artistic equation. When a writer writes they use a piece of creative spirit. That is enough for some writers but for me what makes my writing important is connecting with a reader. I pay close attention to what they say and am lucky to have people willing to read my work for critiquing and other people who read my work for review. Reviews are the pay off, that is when you hear what your readers find in your words. If you have enjoyed a book, leave a review, even just a few words means a lot.

EXCERPT From The Fae Wars – Grace Notes

I was three-years-old when I shattered all the glass in our living room. I remember sitting on the floor in the late afternoon sun, watching the dancing motes of light. I hummed and the specks spun and moved in patterns. Throwing up my arms, I danced and hummed and sang. Then I was fascinated with the way things rattled in concert with my sounds. When my grandmother’s metal plates thumped lightly against the walls, my five-year-old sister Myra got nervous.

“Stop it, Lunabel!” she’d shouted.

Too late! I was experimenting with variations of volume and pitch. I could make the windows buzz and the dining room chairs thrum.

Mom hurtled into the room, tripping over a low table. Unable to catch her footing, she smashed into the table corner and fell.

“George, she’s doing it again,” she moaned, rubbing her knees before she climbed upright again. Dad swooped in. He rescued a porcelain vase that had wobbled towards the edge of the bookcase.

By then Mom had limped over and picked me up. She held me away from her body like a leaky bag of garbage. “She’s vibrating, I can feel it through her bones.”

Dad lifted me from Mom’s arms and held me against his chest.

“Music!” Caught up in my game, I looked out the French doors in the living room and shrieked. Every pane of glass in the doors splintered, making its own tinkling noise.

“Mama, Mama, Mama,” Myra screamed. Her noise startled me and then I screamed. Light bulbs popped, the living room went dark and the explosion of leaded glass and double-paned windows caused Dad to spin around shielding me with his back. My crying forced the breath from my lungs. This scared me even more. I gasped, recovered and was winding up to resume my outrage.

Dad began to sing, softly.

“Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye . . .”

Worn out, my cries subsided, replaced by dry sobs.

“Softly, princess,” Dad said, as he carried me upstairs to the rocking chair in my room.

“We need to let the house rest, sweetie.”

Mom followed us. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips stretched across her teeth.

“George, what are we going to do with her? She’s a freak,” she said. “There is no medical explanation for this.” Her voice was tight and harsh against my ears, like an arctic wind.

Mom would have known, she was a medical doctor.

Now I understand that my mother was horrified and afraid and more than a little overwhelmed. By unspoken family agreement, the episode was locked in a vault of shame. I remember exactly what everyone said that night. Not only can I make sounds that resonate with the things around me, I also have absolute echoic memory. This means I remember every sound, every nuance of sound, and I can reproduce it exactly every time.

I remember the tone of my mother’s voice when she told Dad I was a freak. I knew Mom was afraid. I knew.

I hear what people mean when they speak. I hear the words. I remember pitch. But most importantly, I hear the emotions hidden between their words.

Sound is a language of many levels.

  • The Fae Wars – Grace Notes
  • Print Length: 375 pages

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BLURB

Lunabel has a secret she doesn’t want anyone to know. Jeremy Fields, needs to know it. What happens next is magic. The small town of Thornhill, Illinois, exists at the edge of an ancient forest where the last of the Fae nations have created their Sanctuary. In this fantasy series of blending cultures, and the shifting realities between things that are known and not yet known, trust must persevere despite taboos and fears of betrayal. And life and love must find a way…

Strong female characters, amazing magical creatures, a smattering of real science that is stranger than fiction and is cleverly disguised as magic.

Longerhair copyAUTHOR INFO

Marik Berghs has been writing since the first time she noticed invisible horses. First she drew them and then she wrote about them. In the intervening years she has branched out to include other creatures and some humans in her stories. She lives in the San Francisco Bay area where magical thinking sometimes passes for reality.

 

 

One Ghost-Investigating Agency, Eight Different Stories by Erin Hayes

TGTBTGFInalCoverSmallThe Good, The Bad, and The Ghostly is a collection of eight ghostly romances from the Wild West that are all tied together by one fictional ghost-investigating agency in St. Louis—The Tremayne Specters Investigations Agency.

Writing eight different stories that all featured the same place that existed in our imaginations presented some interesting challenges. Questions such as, “Where is this agency located?” or “What does it look like?” or even, “What do the people who work there look like?” popped up at various points, and we all had to make sure that they aligned with one another, otherwise, we wouldn’t have a believable world. And, on top of that, we set the anthology in the late 1800s, adding another layer of research and planning to our writing. It was challenging to say the least.

Yet, I think we somehow managed to pull it off. And I love the final result.

Discussions took place over Yahoo! Groups, and collaboration was key. We all first decided on a name for the agency—words such as paranormal didn’t exist during this time period, so we had to improvise with the words that were available. Thus, the Tremayne PSI Agency was born.

As mentioned earlier, there were questions about where this agency was based, and many other specifics, even down to the marble in the lobby of the agency’s office. Luckily, we had the foresight to define all of these and they were compiled into a document that we could refer to at any point during our story. It was actually so complete, that any time I had to refer to the document for my own contribution to the collection, I never went away with more questions. Everything was complete, meaning that we had done a great job world building.

World building is my favorite part of writing, so having such a rich history to draw from was inspiring, as I’m sure it was for the other authors. As we all went our own ways to write our stories, certain other aspects of publishing went into play such as cover art, promotion, organization, editing, formatting and so many others. We even had an internal beta read program where we swapped our finished stories with another author. As I generally write paranormal romance in a modern-day setting, I really relied on this part to make sure that my own story was believable in both the collection and in the 1880s.

Once the stories were completed, edited, and picked over with a fine-toothed comb, it was compiled and formatted into the collection that you can pick up from Amazon. Eight unique, wonderful stories that have their own distinct voices while maintaining that consistency across all of them. Each story is fun, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading them as much as we did building the world around it. Just be sure to read it with the lights on—some can get pretty spooky!

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Buy How the Ghost Was Won as part of The Good, The Bad, and The Ghostly here: https://www.amazon.com/Good-Bad-Ghostly-Western-Romance-ebook/dp/B01KKVK9BI/

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THE BLURB FOR HOW THE GHOST WAS WON:

There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.

From orphan to saloon girl to ghost whisperer, Hattie Hart has been and seen a lot of things in her time. Her new job as a detective with the Tremayne Psychic Specters Investigations Agency takes her out to the remote town of Carolina City, Nevada, on a vague assignment to investigate the disappearance of a US Marshal.

Except, when she arrives, she meets the devilishly handsome Grant Madsen, a US Marshal who is alive and well. Certainly not missing, but certainly the man of her dreams. So why did her boss send her out to this small boomtown when there’s nothing for her to investigate?

She soon discovers that in Carolina City, there are strange happenings from the afterlife that threaten to kill her or worse. She’ll have to race against time to save her life, the town, and the US Marshal she was sent to find—and maybe, if she’s lucky, her heart.

EXCERPT:

In my dream, there’s a man.
I can’t see his face or any other distinguishing features on him other than the fact that he is tall and dark, and I can sense that he is handsome. My dreams don’t allow for me to get close enough to see who he is.
But I know him. He has captivated my heart and welded my soul to his. Something inside me intrinsically calls out to him, aching that he’s not close to me, skin to skin, pulse against pulse.
We’re meant to be together, in this life and in others.
I know this, and he knows this.
In my dream, we’re standing about ten yards apart on a desert landscape, me in my corset and him in his dust jacket and hat that shades his face. I don’t recognize the place, but it feels alien, like nothing could ever survive in these harsh elements.
We’re both dead.
I see the glint of his smile as he looks at me. My heart breaks and I want to help him, but something keeps me rooted to my spot.
“Find me, Hattie,” he says, his voice in my head. “Save me.”
“How?” I ask. “From what?”
But he keeps repeating those two words, echoing on and on in my mind.
“Save me. Save me.”

 

What do you get when you mix cowboys with ghosts? A collection of eight (stand-alone) amazing stories from the Old West with haunts of every variety.

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Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins

With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.

 Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo

An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.

 Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing

Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them.  How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?

 A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens

Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.

How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes

There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.

McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar

The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.

A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon

P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever

The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews

She’s sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever.

 

 

 

An Excerpt from Programmed to Please by Jenna Ives

ProgrammedRevision (2)Thanks for hosting me today, Cynthia!

I write futuristic romances as well as fairy tales with a contemporary twist. I particularly enjoy dropping my two main characters into an impossible situation, and then watching the sparks fly as they try to resist falling in love!

That’s what happens in the first book of my new series, The Tau Cetus Chronicles, which is called Programmed To Please.

Here’s the blurb:

Very human Tau Cetus police agent Jai Turner goes undercover as a Beautiful Dolls robot to bring down the planet’s most notorious arms dealer, Marque Callex.

 Marque Callex only accepts an invitation from Beautiful Dolls because with his deadly line of work – and the dangerous secrets he’s keeping – he can’t afford to let a real woman into his life.

 But neither Jai nor Marque are what they seem, and their week together has consequences neither expect.

Programmed To Please is a HOLT Medallion merit award-winner.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls robot.”

Police agent Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t have heard him right. “Sir?”

Rainey leaned forward and pushed a button on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway.

“This is Anson Carron. Creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

Carron’s eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the generic, navy blue one-piece uniform everyone on the Tau Cetus police force wore.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

“This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. Now sit. Both of you.”

The two took the chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk. Jai crossed her arms and legs defensively.

Rainey ran a hand through his grey-black hair. “I have one thing to say to you, Turner. Marque Callex.”

The infamous name had Jai leaning forward in her chair, now eagerly waiting for Rainey’s next words.

“You know how long we’ve been trying to get this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron ran afoul of the law. In an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

“What kind of proposal?” Jai asked.

“He agreed to send an… invitation… to Marque Callex, in the guise of offering ‘a select number of high-powered businessmen’ the chance to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll in exchange for their feedback on the product. In reality, Callex was the only person to get this invitation.”

Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

“He did. In this ‘latest model,’ clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements. With you.”

Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

“He’s requested certain specifics,” Anson Carron said. “Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

“Well, that rules me out. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

“You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build,” her boss pointed out. “We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Not even to bring down a man they’d long suspected of weapons smuggling. Besides, she could never pass for a robot. She had a heartbeat!

Rainey sighed into the silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with you?”

Joran was the much more personal reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, only to turn up dead three weeks later.

“This may be our best chance to get to Callex. But if you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent who’s more committed to her job.”

Crap. Now Rainey was doubting Jai’s dedication to the force. She considered her options. As in, none. “I’ll do it. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to Callex, then I’m in.”

If Programmed To Please sounds like an interesting read to you, here are some buy links:

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About me: I am a ‘hybrid author’ both traditionally and self-published. I write for several publishers under a variety of names, but mainly it’s to protect my poor mother (who used to read sweet Harlequin novels) from discovering how sexy modern romances have become. And I DO write sexy…

I love to connect with readers and other authors! Hit me up one of these ways: website: www.jennaives.com;  email: jenna@jennaives.com; Twitter @JennaIvesAuthor; or on Facebook or Goodreads!

Thanks so much to Cynthia for hosting me today!

Jenna

 

 

An Interview with Jan Scarbrough

Liz-200-300How did you get started writing?

I went to college to become an English teacher, because I liked to read and write thanks to a ninth grade teacher. I was afraid of actually writing a novel, afraid of failure, until I was nearing forty and almost died because of an illness. That’s when I decided I’d better start making my dream happen, because I might not be given another chance.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I have written in three genres. Most of my books are contemporary romance. Why? It doesn’t require as much research. Oh, sure, contemporaries require some—like finding out about Professional Bull Riders or a Montana dude ranch—but on the whole they are easier to write. I have written one medieval romance called My Lord Raven. It is on vacation now because I received my rights back from a small publisher. My goal is to refresh and self-publish it early in 2017. Finally, I’ve written two Gothic romances with historical flashbacks and paranormal elements. I enjoyed reading Gothics as a teenager, and this genre feels natural to me. Timeless and Tangled Memories are two of my favorite books.

Tell us about your current series.

My most popular series is called the Montana McKennas with romance author Maddie James. Over time we developed the idea of a Montana family complete with a patriarch, James, and his second wife, Liz. I was tasked with writing the first book about stepbrother Brody, a Professional Bull Rider. Then Maddie wrote about James’ children—Callie and Parker—by his first wife. The end of the series was to be the story of Mercer, James and Liz’s daughter together. But then I decided to give Liz her own story.

The books are sweet to sexy:

  • The Montana McKennas: Prequel, FREE, by Jan Scarbrough and Maddie James
  • Brody, by Jan Scarbrough
  • Callie, by Maddie James
  • Parker, by Maddie James
  • Mercer, by Jan Scarbrough
  • Liz, by Jan Scarbrough

 

What inspired your latest book?

The character of Liz in the Montana McKennas series was left without a happily-ever-after ending. I thought she needed one. Besides, I enjoy writing about older heroines. Liz at the time of the story is fifty-five.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Frankly, I enjoy the control of self-publishing. I pay for a nice cover and a good edit. Then my husband formats and uploads the books for me. You can’t beat it! I was tired of trying to please editors at traditionally publishing houses. When I went to a small press (my Bluegrass Reunions series) I could write what I wanted, but still was without control over pricing and promotion.

What do you have planned for the future?

I am working on a series called Bluegrass Homecoming, set in my home state of Kentucky. And as mentioned earlier, I plan to re-issue My Lord Raven in 2017. I just vacationed in Montana. Who knows? A brand new Montana series may be coming also in 2017.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Write. Finish the book. Write some more. I believe my biggest growth as a writer came when I worked with the editors of the small press. The more I worked with the professionals, the more I learned. Also, don’t be afraid to re-write. Your words are not golden. You can always do better.

Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped

Several years ago, I sold two small category books to Kensington, a New York publisher. Because of those sales, I was able at that time to join Novelist, Inc., the professional network for career novelists. Their conferences are informal and informative. This group was one of the first to embrace self-publishing and feature it at their conferences. They keep me up-to-date in the field of publishing.

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Jan Scarbrough is the author of the popular Bluegrass Reunion series, writing heartwarming contemporary romances about family and second chances, and if the plot allows—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a competitive horse show. A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press.

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Excerpt – first 500 or so words

Prologue

Malibu, California

Charles Martin Kingston pulled off the main road into the parking space beside his half-brother’s twenty-five million dollar beach house. Fronted by the Pacific Ocean with views of the mountains beyond the highway, the six-thousand-square-foot luxury home had been his brother’s peace offering to his second wife.

Even six bedrooms, seven baths, a chef’s kitchen, infinity pool, and spa hadn’t worked. The ungrateful bitch had divorced Dalton Kingston anyway, throwing his baby brother into the deepest, darkest depression Chaz had yet seen. Women.

His own track record wasn’t much better. He’d married once and divorced once, vowing never to get tied up with a crazy woman like Adrianne again. From the first, he should have been wary of her because she came with baggage from one failed marriage—twin daughters Alena and Amalee. God, he still couldn’t tell those girls apart, even though they’d turned twenty-one and he’d known them for fifteen years.

The only good to come of his marriage was his daughter Ashleigh. Fifteen—going on forty—she was the light of his life. But she was her mother’s daughter more than his. Hooked on glamor and fashion, she knew every pop trend that, of course, she tweeted, blogged, or whatever kids today did to call attention to themselves. Chaz had kept her out of her mother’s reality TV show so far, but it was getting harder to do.

Alena, Amalee, and Adrianne Wade (she’d taken back her first husband’s name) were big stars in the celebrity world. Famous for being famous. No real talent except for making themselves the objects of curiosity for paparazzi and gossip magazines. Chaz didn’t want that for his daughter.

That’s why he needed to see Ashleigh more often. Make time. Not skip his visitation. But it was all so complicated. His life. His job. This business he was in, trying to make it in the ruthlessly competitive world of Hollywood. He was constantly trying to keep ahead of the sharks that would eat him alive if he didn’t remain current. Find the next trend two years before others knew it existed. Be the first with the best script. The best ideas.

Chaz sat a moment in front of his brother’s dual garage entrances. He expelled a breath, opened the car door, and stepped out onto the pavement. California sunshine struck him with its familiar fierceness. He squinted into the glare, wishing he’d brought his sunglasses. The roar of the ocean almost drowned out the rumble of cars driving past the beachfront house.

Except for Ashleigh, Dalton Kingston was his only family. Ten years his junior, Chaz had always felt close to his brother. But even that closeness had frayed lately.

Chaz worried about him. About the anger and despondency that ate away at his brother’s life. About the fact that he hadn’t answered his cell phone in two days.

Why did it seem as if he’d lost control of everything? If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up as miserable as his brother.

A Visit with Catherine Chant

NSTS-Cover-400x600What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I currently write young adult time travel. I write time travel because I fell in love with Outlander when I first read it back 1991, and I’ve always been fascinated by images of the past. I would love to be able to go back in time to look around, not necessarily live there, but see what things were like and how things have changed. I’d love to visit my own past just to remind myself about things that happened, now that those memories are fading with age.

 I think I write young adult because it’s a time in my life I remember quite fondly. The characters and situations seem to come naturally to me. I loved high school much more than college. Maybe writing about it is my way of going back in time for a little while.

Tell us about your current series.

My currently series is the Soul Mates series. It’s what I call a rock ‘n’ roll time travel series. The first book, WISHING YOU WERE HERE, is set in 1957 and centers around a teen idol with a meteoric rise to fame similar to Elvis.

The second book, NOTHING STAYS THE SAME, is set in 1973 and centers around a made-for-TV pop band like The Monkees. A possible third book in the series (I’m still toying with the idea for it right now) would probably be set in 1988 and center around a British heavy metal band.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Probably the rough draft. I hate the blank page. It feels so intimidating. That said, I love during the rough draft phase when I’m surprised by a new plot point I hadn’t thought of when I first sat down to write the story.

What is your favorite part of writing?

loved editing and revision. I find this much easier than writing the rough draft. I love playing with words and rearranging scenes so that everything flows.

Do you have critique partners?

Yes, I have two. Women’s fiction author Kathleen Paterka has been my critique partner for about 12 years. We write different genres, but I think it’s good to have multiple perspectives on your writing. My second critique partner is author Charlotte Copper who also writes young adult romance. We just met this past year. I have several writer friends I exchange chapters with for feedback as well. They usually don’t go over the whole book, but read the first few chapters and let me know if I’m on the right track.

What is your favorite dessert/food?

I love whipped cream, so anything that incorporates that into the dish is winner. Things like ice cream, cheesecake, or layer cakes with whipped cream frosting…yum! I love pretty much all desserts. As long as it doesn’t have raisins, I’ll probably eat it.

How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book?

You’ll all be relieved to know the answer is “Not very.” 🙂

I like to use names of friends as secret nods of them in my books, either as a secondary character or the name of a business, but none of the characters in my books are based on real people. They might be inspired by real people, like how Eddie Cochran was the inspiration behind WISHING YOU WERE HERE, and The Monkees are part of the inspiration behind the made-for-TV band in NOTHING STAYS THE SAME, but the characters themselves are completely fictional.

So, although I own a mug that says if you anger the writer I’ll put you in a book and kill you, I haven’t done that yet. 🙂

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?

My favorite genre is mystery/suspense. I never miss a Harlan Coben novel or ones from Brenda Novak. Some of my other favorite suspense authors are Lisa Scottoline, Diane Chamberlain and Laura Lippman.

Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?

I actually read across all genres. I like to expose myself to as many different types of stories as possible to expand my horizons, so to speak. I think you can learn a lot from reading how different stories come together. The only genre I don’t read is high fantasy. I like my stories based on a world I’m already familiar with, if possible.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Just write. Write whatever you want. Don’t worry about what’s popular now. Trends come and go and come around gain. Don’t overthink the “rules,” either. Write from your heart. Write the book you want to read and your passion for the story will shine through. Don’t worry about mistakes. You can always fix that in revisions.

 

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Award-winning author Catherine Chant is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a Golden Heart® finalist. She writes rock ‘n’ roll romantic fiction and stories with paranormal twists for young adults. You can find out more by visiting her website at http://www.CatherineChant.com or connect with her via social media:

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NOTHING STAYS THE SAME, the Soul Mates series

Young Adult Time Travel Romance

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One choice changes everything…

In 1973, The Beat Detectors are the hottest TV pop band to hit the airwaves since The Monkees, thanks to the appealing vocals of rising teen idol Ronnie Basford. But behind the scenes, not everything is rainbows and unicorns. Ronnie realizes much too late that one bad decision can ruin your whole life.

Forty years later, Ronnie is dead from an apparent suicide and his sixteen-year-old son Brennan wants answers. All his life Brennan’s never seen his father happy and needs to understand how it all went so wrong. When he finds himself dropped back in time, to the set of his father’s hit TV show and into the midst of a disintegrating band, he’s determined to redirect the course of his father’s life and create the happy ending Ronnie deserved.

Soccer star Leah Reinard has been crushing on Brennan Basford for ages. When they end up at the same summer job, she thinks the fates have finally aligned in her favor. That is, until Brennan suddenly disappears from existence. One day he’s there, the next day, he’s gone. And no one but Leah even remembers him.

Brennan’s attempts to save his father are inadvertently wreaking havoc with the present day. Can Leah find Brennan in time to stop him from ruining both their futures?

BRIEF EXCERPT (500 words) from NOTHING STAYS THE SAME

 The Beat Detectors. His father’s biggest success and, Brennan guessed, his biggest regret because he never spoke about it with any sense of pride or joy. Not the way his mother talked about her days as Britain’s top child star.

“What happened, Dad?”

He flipped through the pages of the first notebook. It would take him a while to finish, and he wanted to, but right now his head ached.

His heart ached, too. Would this horrible feeling ever go away?

He rubbed his eyes and spotted his father’s watch under a pile of loose papers in the corner of the desk. He dragged it across the surface by his fingertips, his pulse beating twice for every tick of the second hand. His father had always worn this watch. So why was it here?

Because he’d known he wasn’t coming back?

Something squeezed inside Brennan’s chest and he ground the heels of his hands into his eye sockets to try to make the thought go away. He wanted to believe it was an accident. Why couldn’t it be an accident?

“Why did you do it, Dad? Why?” The rage built up inside again, ready to explode. “WHY?”

Brennan’s foot shot out and connected with the open drawer that had held the notebooks. An awful bang reverberated through the whole desk. Then a different sound, one of metal on metal, rang up from the drawer. He peered down into the space.

A panel at the back had fallen forward. Not like a secret compartment or anything, but a flimsy divider for folders. He went to push it into place, but it wouldn’t go all the way back. He tilted the divider forward. Behind the piece of metal sat a thin box standing on its end.

As he lifted it out, the cover slipped off, revealing a small reel-to-reel tape. The tape didn’t have a label on it, but on the underside of the cover, between two split corners, he spotted something written in faded pencil.

He held the cover to the light.

“Starman” it said in block letters. Then below that, the words “Orbit of Your Love” and a date, but he could only make out the year. 1973. This wasn’t any Beat Detectors tune he’d ever heard of, or a Ronnie Basford single; although with a corny title like that, it was probably an outtake from his solo album.

He set the tape aside, tried to go back to the notebooks and forget the pain throbbing behind his eyes, but the tape sat on the desk, teasing his peripheral vision. Something about it nagged at him.

“Fine,” he finally said to the empty room, “I’ll listen to it. Is that what you want?”

No answer, of course. Did he really just say something out loud as if his father could hear him?

“I’m going crazy,” he muttered, but he couldn’t ignore the sudden feeling of urgency that came over him. He needed to know what was on this tape.

 

Excerpt from AMELIA, The Brides of San Francisco, Book 5

ameliaThe driveway to Philip’s house was long and oval…the perfect layout for a horse race. Unfortunately it was paved with gravel which would be hard for the horses to run on. In the middle of the oval was grass and that is where the race would be conducted.

Amelia and Philip mounted their horses.

“I assume I can trust you to have given me a horse as fast as yours.” Amelia patted the neck of the beautiful gray he’d let her ride for the race.

“Of course. These are my fastest horses. I’ve ridden them both at one time or another and they are well matched. The only difference in this race is the rider’s skill.”

Amelia laughed. “In that case, have no doubt that I will win.”

“We’ll see. One time down to the end of the driveway and back. There is plenty of room to turn the horses.”

Wadsworth served as the race official.

“Ready. Set. Go.” He fired a gun in the air with his last word.

The horses took off. Amelia urged her mount forward and leaned over his long, sleek neck, putting her weight on the stirrups not the saddle.

She and Philip were evenly matched and staying close to each other as the horses ran.

He, too, rode his stallion the way she did. As they rounded the curve, Philip’s big, black stallion began to pull away from Amelia’s gray.

“Come on, baby,” she urged the horse. “You can do it, come on. Don’t let that mean horse beat you. You’re better than he is.”

She kept up the encouragement and the gray gave a last effort. It was enough. She pulled ahead of Philip on the last leg of the race and crossed the finish line before he did, by a nose.

Laughing, she slid from the horse.

Philip marched over to her, grabbed her by the upper arms, and kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, but one born of the energy filling them both from the race.

Amelia stood there, trapped, when all she wanted to do was throw her arms around his neck and feel his hard body against her.

Finally, he broke off and lowered his arms.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Philip smiled.

He didn’t look the least bit sorry.

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Her Country Master by Anya Summers

Her Country Master by Anya Summers

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Elise stood back from her work, admiring the lines of the dress. Zoey had a great figure. Not every woman could pull off a strapless gown, but she had just the shoulders to do it.

“I feel like a princess,” Zoey murmured as she twirled and preened a bit at her reflection.

“And you look like one, too. Now, remember this is just the shell, and to get a feel for whether you like the style or want me to start from scratch. I haven’t added any of the crystal and metallic beading or metallic embroidery that we discussed.”

Elise studied the lines, checking the fit. “You know, after seeing it on you, I want to suggest we add an accent at the waist here to really emphasize your great figure with a line of pearls, rhinestones and crystals. What do you think?”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m going to trust your instincts on this. It already looks better than I could have ever dreamed. I think we are on the right track with this,” Zoey gushed profusely. If only all of Elise’s clients were this easy to please.

“Okay, great. If you will stand still, I’m going to pin some sections to make it fit you better and to work on the hemline. For our next fitting, if you have the shoes you plan to wear with your gown, I want you to bring them so that we can make it more accurate. For now, I’m just going to pin the hemline and we’ll go from there.”

Elise worked her way from the bust, over the waist and on down to the hem, making slight adjustments as she went. While she did so, thoughts of the taboo club in the manor swam in her mind. She was utterly fascinated by the BDSM lifestyle. Kara wouldn’t have taken her to the club in Manhattan if she’d thought it was something Elise wouldn’t care for. Would she be able to indulge her curiosity while she was here?

“So Kara told me that there is a club in the manor.” Elise tried to appear nonchalant but she was insatiably curious about the club and the lifestyle.

“She really shouldn’t have told you. That’s against the rules.” Zoey didn’t seem mad but her features had become shuttered a bit.

Snap. She’d broached the topic too soon.

In an effort to save face and recover ground, Elise added, “Kara mentioned that I could talk to you and only you about it. Kara and the guys took me to the Manhattan club a few times.”

“Did she really? She didn’t tell me that. What did you think?” Zoey asked, studying her, still with a closed look on her face. Elise realized the censure must come with the territory. Hell, Kara hadn’t mentioned her relationship status to some of their other friends in New York when they’d met for Sunday brunch the other day.

“It’s interesting. I never even considered that there were other ways people relished having sex. Do you like being a submissive?” Oh sweet baby Jesus, someone gag her. Someone really should put a muzzle on her. When her nerves started to show she had a tendency to babble, and after her faux pas she seemed to be on a downward spiral.

Her Country Master Blurb

HerCountryMaster_promo 4With the encouragement of her best friend Kara, Elise Beauregard, an avowed urbanite, has begun to test the waters of the BDSM lifestyle at the Dungeon Fantasy Club in Manhattan.

Elise – a wedding dress designer on the verge of a total career meltdown, thanks to a particularly vicious former client – finds herself entranced by the scenes at the club, leaving her with a desire to explore the lifestyle herself. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t even know where to begin.

When she is hired to design the gown for the club owner’s fiancée, Elise jumps at the chance. Declan and Zoey’s nuptials are slated to be the wedding of the year, and this is the lifetime opportunity she’s been waiting for, even if she does have to fly to Scotland to take advantage of it. If she gets this dress right, her career might just be saved after all.

Tyler Jenson is a billionaire rancher and Dom who invests not only in his own future, but also that of the planet. His ranch on the Kansas and Colorado border was one of the first in the state to adopt clean, sustainable energy technology. His other passion is the D/s lifestyle; not only is Tyler a hedonist, he needs a woman’s submission in order to feel complete. Unfortunately, there aren’t many submissives in his neck of the woods, so when he receives a wedding invitation from his best friend Declan, he’s only too delighted to accept. Declan is a co-founder of the Dungeon Fantasy Club, with a branch in the basement of his Scottish manor, so Tyler decides to fly in early for an extended stay.

After a scorching night with Elise, the dominant alpha male in Tyler recognizes she might just be the girl for him. He can only hope she feels the same way.

But Elise has other things on her mind. Not only is she in Scotland to design the most important wedding gown of her career, she also harbors a dark and painful secret which prevents her from getting too close to any man. Including Tyler.

Can Tyler, the country Dom, convince the certified city girl to trade bright lights for starry nights? Or will her secret destroy their happiness before it’s even begun?

Publisher’s Note: Her Country Master is the fifth book in Anya Summers’ best-selling Dungeon Fantasy Club series – however, like all the rest, it can be read as a standalone.

Disclaimer: This book contains explicit scenes including anal, spanking, and other BDSM elements. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Her Highland Master, Book 1

To Master and Defend, Book 2

Two Doms for Kara, Book 3

His Driven Domme, Book 4

Her Country Master, Book 5, August 17, 2016

Love Me, Master Me, Book 6, September 16, 2016

Submit To Me, Book 7, October 15, 2016

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A visit with Gina Danna

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What genre(s) do you write in and why? I write historical because I have always loved history. Got my BA & MA in History with work toward my PhD in it plus taught college US History courses and worked in museums. I’m also a Civil War re-enactor. Yeah, I’m pretty deep in it.

What inspired your latest book? Love of the American Civil War – there’s so much to learn, so much to appreciate. And it touches the lives of many of us living as our ancestors fought & died in it, such as myself. It’s a time that should not be forgotten as it formed this country at a pivotal moment.

What is your next project and when will it be released? My current project is a short novel on the Regency period, set for release this fall in a boxed anthology set. Pretty excited about it!

How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book? That depends. Really, I have more people I know ask to be in my book over me placing them in there. Kinda funny, really.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book. Well, it’s more a blurb –

Kidnapped during a trip to London, Lady Elanor Whitmore awakes in the hold of a ship with no memory of her past or of her perfect marriage to Lord James Haddington III, Earl of Windhaven. All she knows is that a fierce and stunningly handsome pirate is yelling about women being bad luck on a voyage. Adrift at sea in both body and mind, she finds herself falling in love with the pirate captain, whose flashing eyes and muscular frame leave her breathless.

Lord James had resisted the shackles by marriage until he met Eleanor. Her beauty and charms captured his heart, and now he cannot imagine life without her. He vows he will find her and his search becomes a chase to the New World, a trip that could destroy him as Eleanor’s bonds with Captain Cavendish tighten. Can James provoke her memory and win her love, or will the pirate steal her heart as they land at death’s door?

Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why? I’m pulled by the same though I find I won’t read the one I’m writing.

What are you currently working on? I’m doing that Regency, with the sequel to The Wicked North, books 2 & 3, started, as well as book 3 for The Gladiators series. Yeah, it’s a lot but my muse is busy.

Describe the genre of this particular title, and is the only genre you write in?  This book is on the American Civil War, the Victorian period. It is a subject matter I love and have done and continue to do a ton of research in. It’s the only genre but not the only time period.

The Wicked North – excerpt

Rose Hill Plantation, Silvers’ residence. Parlor game of the 19th century called “Kissing the Corners” – a kissing game where a gentleman was stationed in each corner of the room and the ladies went to get a kiss. It was a ‘forfeit’ to redeem for losing in an earlier game. Emma, our heroine, finds herself faced with kissing Jack, the man she so wanted to kiss but this was her first time kissing. Would he kiss her or not?

“I’m right here, Emma,” Jack said, drawing her attention back to him.

He was too handsome. She wanted to both kiss him and avoid him. A tingle in her belly spread up to her nipples.

When Jack smiled his devilish smile, Emma felt as though she would turn into a puddle at his feet. Her mouth went dry as she stood there, frozen.

“Why didn’t you ever write to me?”

The question rattled her, bringing her back to her senses. “I sent you a letter, but I never received one from you.”

He quietly chuckled. “I sent you a letter, hoping you’d respond.”

“I never received any correspondence from you,” she said.

“Hmm, I never got yours either.” His low drawl reached inside, soothing her. “But,” he continued, “I believe you owe me a kiss.”

She opened her mouth, but not a sound came out.

***

            Jack stood still. She fidgeted. The silk dress clung to her breasts and her narrow waist. Her cage crinoline maintained a respectable space between them, regardless of how much he wanted her closer. He put his hands at the waist of her skirt and felt her tremble. She bit her lower lip. Oh, how he wanted to soothe that lip.

With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer. The motion unbalanced her, and her hands sought his arms. When she still didn’t lean up to kiss him, he brought her even closer, his eyes fixed on her lower lip as her teeth released it.

He wouldn’t meet her halfway. This could be the only time he’d have the advantage, and he didn’t want to waste it. Because Emma’s feet were slightly lifted from the floor, she gripped his arms tightly.

He brought her to him. As he kissed Emma, his tongue traced her lower lip before his mouth enveloped hers. He wanted her to open her mouth, and he prodded the crease between her lips, coaxing her with his tongue. She parted her lips but pulled her head back as his tongue invaded her mouth.

Gina_034BIO –
A USAToday Bestselling author, Gina Danna was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and has spent the better part of her life reading. History has always been her love and she spent numerous hours devouring historical romance stories, always dreaming of writing one of her own. After years of writing historical academic papers to achieve her undergraduate and graduate degrees in History, and then for museum programs and exhibits, she found the time to write her own historical romantic fiction novels.

Now, under the Texas sun and with the supervision of her three dogs, she writes amid a library of research books, with her only true break away is to spend time with her other life long dream – her Arabian horse – with him, her muse can play.
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Excerpt from Night of the Shadow by J. K. Winn

JKWinn_NightoftheShadow_HRChapter One

Ellie

Sights and sounds swelled around her: The backlit bar and throbbing beat of overhead speakers, the loud voices and hot young bodies, the warm, euphoric sensation of alcohol as it flowed down her esophagus and into her veins. All was as it should be.

Friday night, Happy Hour. Her favorite time of the week. Out with friends at Graffiti Bar, 13th and Market, Downtown Philadelphia.

Jessica busily chatted with a stranger on her far side who had taken their friend Jack’s seat at the bar when he wandered off to dance with a blonde. Leaving Ellie out. That would usually bother Ellie, but no matter tonight, she had a full drink, compliments of Jessica’s newest admirer, and the alcohol blunted any irritation. She struck up a conversation with the man on her right, who didn’t appear interested at all, but they rambled on, incoherently at times, about traffic and transportation, taking a circuitous route through a lengthy dialogue.

That was the last thing she would remember about the night. By the time she awoke under her own down comforter the following morning, all she was left with was a throbbing headache, a desert-dry mouth and no memory of what happened later. Had she left the bar with Jessica? Or gone straight home? She racked her brains trying to recall, but nothing came to mind.

So, when she received the call from Jack telling her Jessica had died…she was as shocked as anyone.

Six weeks later.

“I can’t believe I ordered that margarita.” Ellie said to her new AA sponsor Maddie, across the table from her at the Queen Village Starbucks. Maddie wasn’t much older than Ellie, but she had three years of recovery…an eternity where Ellie was concerned. “I should have known better…who am I fooling…I do know better. I don’t understand how it could have happened.

Instead of looking at her with the disgust she felt for herself, Maddie wore a sympathetic expression. “Relapses are common, especially early in recovery. I wouldn’t beat myself up too much for this one mistake.”

“Maybe, but I feel like I unconsciously sabotaged myself. After all these weeks of sobriety, of laughter and joy, of friendship and camaraderie, I’m back in a deep dark hole of alcoholic despair.”

“There’s something you can do about it.”

“I know…but I’m not ready.”

“Did you drink today?”

Ellie nodded glumly. “Yeah, I had a couple glasses of chardonnay earlier.”

“I thought so.”

“And now that I’m drinking again, the flashbacks have returned with a vengeance. I’ve been having these crazy, disjointed memories of the night Jessica was murdered.”

“Murdered? I thought you said the coroner’s office had written the death off as accidental. With her drinking, didn’t they conclude she fell and hit her head?”

“They did, but these recollections are telling me another story.”

“What kind of story?”

“In them, I’m awakened out of a deep sleep by a shockingly loud fight. When I force my eyes open, I spot two people struggling. Although it’s not entirely clear, I strongly suspect one of them is Jessica. If that’s true, then I can confirm something more heinous than an accident happened to her. It’s difficult enough to fathom a mere fall would end Jessica’s life, but the idea someone murdered her, and I might have been a witness, is more than I can handle.”

“All this has to be terribly unsettling.

“To make matters worse, no matter how hard I try to recall the rest of what happened, the memories are as sparse and scattered as leaves on an early autumn lawn. There’s a gaping empty hole where memory should be, which makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You had a blackout, which isn’t uncommon for an alcoholic.”

“That might be true, but it seems as if nothing’s been going my way. My life feels empty. Miserable. Useless. Sometimes I wonder if I want to go on.”

“That’s the alcohol talking. With what you’re telling me, I urge you to stop drinking immediately. The booze will only make you more vulnerable…less able to cope. I promise you, if you stop, I’ll be there for you in anyway I can.”

Ellie gave Maddie a weak smile, not convinced she had the strength or the motivation to put the ‘plug in the jug.’

BLURB

When Ellie Ross’ best friend dies mysteriously during a wild night spent drinking and partying, Ellie suddenly becomes the center of attention. But not in the way she could have imagined, or ever wanted. The police write off Jessica’s death as an accident, but Ellie’s memories of that fateful night come back to her in flashes, alerting her to the fact Jessica was murdered. The murderer—whoever he is—will stop at nothing to prevent Ellie from exposing the truth.

Now, to protect herself from this faceless menace, Ellie must learn his identity. She hires Psychologist Sarah Abrams to help her recover her memories. Will she identify the killer in time to save herself, or will she become his next victim? Night of the Shadow will keep you on the edge of your seat as Ellie tries to outwit death until the final, surprising twist.

AUTHOR BIO

DSCF3152x-2J K Winn has many stories to share. After years of working in the “real” world, including a job teaching college, working with the Indian Health Service, performing evaluations for the New Mexican courts, and even a stint on a hospital dialysis unit, she decided to reinvent herself in mid-life and pursue her love of story. 

She has three published novels, a play produced by the Actor’s Alliance Festival in San Diego, poetry anthologized in, For the Love of Writing, by the San Diego Writer’s Workshop and a play, Gotcha!, selected for a reading at the Village Arts Theater in Carlsbad, California, May 2012. 

She presently lives by the beach in San Diego County, California. Visit her at her blog www.jkwinn.com