Interview with Margaret Daley

I’m very pleased to have Margaret Daley with me today.  She will be giving away a copy of her book to one lucky commentor, so please leave a comment for a chance to win.

1.    How did you get started writing?

I have been writing for over thirty years. I was an avid reader of romances, especially historical ones, years ago and decided to see if I could put a story down on paper. This was before the computer was popular. I wrote my first books by longhand then typed them. So different from today.

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

I started out in the secular market writing romances, mostly contemporary with a couple of historical ones. Then in 2000 I sold my first book to Harlequin’s inspirational line (Love Inspired) and made the shift to writing Christian romances (and romantic suspense books). I love writing for that market, but I have decided to re-release some of my older books as ebooks. I’m updating them and making a few changes then self-publishing them.

3.    Tell us about your current series.

My first out of print I’m reissuing is Deadly Race, a romance with a suspense/adventure element to it. The next one is Love Gone to the Dogs, a light contemporary romance with a zany cast of characters. I have several more after that.

4.   What movie best describes your life?  Why?

The movies I watch are usually suspense/thrillers. Thankfully my life does not reflect those movies. Truthfully I can think of one.

5.    What inspired your latest book?

My latest book is Deadly Race. It was written originally years ago, but what inspired the story are movies like Romancing the Stone. Fun, suspenseful, romantic.

6.    What is your favorite part of writing?

Coming up with the story and putting it all together.

7.    What is your least favorite part of writing?

Rewriting and rewriting.

8    What is your next project and when will it be released?

My next self-published work is Love Gone to the Dogs which I hope will be out by the time this blog goes up. Then I will be working on the book, The Lady and the Cop.

9.    What is your typical day like?

I write most of the day, especially when I’m under contract. I do a lot of my interviews, answering emails, etc at night.

10.    How much time do you spend promoting your books?

What works best for you? I’m spending more and more time on promoting and I don’t know what works best for me. I suppose the most important thing an author can do is write the best book she can. I answer emails and letters sent to me and try to have a presence on several social media places.

11.  How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’ve just started and have a lot to learn.

12.  Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

From everywhere. A lot of time I don’t really know. They just occur.

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

Learn the craft, write the best book you can and then learn how to promote yourself. I wish you all good luck

Excerpt:

When you’re desperate, you do things you’d never do otherwise, Ellie Winters thought as she spied the neon sign that might possibly lead to her salvation. American Bar, Hotel Grande Costa.

Dressed in a blue satin jump suit, she paused in the doorway to the bar and glanced over her shoulder to see if those two goons—King Kong and Godzilla—were still following her. They were. Her heart beat faster. Her throat went dry. This wasn’t turning out the way it was supposed to.

Her new job was supposed to be an adventure in a country she’d never been to. Instead, she felt trapped and that frightened her enough to seek help from a total stranger. Now all she had to do was find that stranger.

Ellie moved farther into the room, scanning the dimly lit bar. She had to come up with a way out of this mess. Calling the police was out of the question, since her employer was best friends with the chief of police, and frankly right now she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself than she already had. That was what got her into this mess in the first place. That, and the fact she was too curious for her own good.

When she heard a deep male voice, low and gruff, but definitely speaking English, her gaze fixed on a fellow American sitting at a table with another man, talking earnestly to his companion. The second man rose, said something she couldn’t hear to the American and left.

Her hand came up to touch the brooch she wore for good luck. For just a few seconds she allowed herself to feel relieved and thought finally things would work out for her. But when she saw the two goons enter the bar, her newfound optimism faltered. With a quick glance around the place, she drew in a deep breath and made her move toward the American.

“Finally I’ve found someone who speaks English,” Ellie said in a breathless voice. “You know everyone around Bella Isla speaks Spanish.”

Surprised, the man just looked at her.

* * *

Slade Calvert glanced about him, wondering if this woman had mistaken him for someone else, and noticed more than one man in the bar was covetously staring at her. Her startling beauty commanded men’s attention when she entered a room.

The woman sat in the vacant chair at his table. “You don’t mind if I join you?” Her big, blue eyes appealed to him as she leaned forward and extended her hand to him. “I’m Eleanor Winters, fellow American. But you can call me Ellie. Everyone does. I’ve just been away from home too long and I hardly speak the local language. Of course, not from want of trying, but I just don’t have an ear for foreign languages. Next time I’m going to a place where they speak English. Although that was exactly why I was hired to teach English, not Spanish. I have a friend who is a travel agent, and she said I wouldn’t have any problem getting my ideas across.”

Probably her friend was banking on some man not caring what she said, Slade thought as he took in the woman sitting across from him at the suddenly very small table. The soft scent of vanilla wafted to him. “I’m Slade Calvert.” A few minutes’ diversion wouldn’t harm him, and he could appreciate a beautiful woman as much as the next man. Like any healthy, red-blooded male it was hard to resist one when she practically sat in his lap.

The waitress appeared at her side, and Ellie immediately said, “I’ll take a rum punch with a little umbrella and a pineapple slice in it.” She indicated an umbrella and pineapple slice with her fingers. “It’s so …” she waved her hand in the air as though searching for the right word, “so tropical. I feel when you go to a foreign country you should do what the locals do. Don’t you think?” She didn’t give him time to answer but continued her chatter, bending even closer as though to impart a secret. “I think you should blend in when you’re traveling abroad.”

This woman would blend in about as well as a neon light in the dead of night, Slade thought, and gave their order to the waitress in Spanish.

When he returned his appraising gaze to the woman sitting next to him, he was struck again with the one fact that overrode all others: she was drop-dead gorgeous. A mass of silver-blonde curls framed her delicately featured face. Her sky blue eyes were fringed in dark lashes that made her eyes appear large. Her figure was voluptuous, not disguised one bit in her satiny jump suit.

* * *

Ellie shifted beneath this man’s suddenly sharp, probing gaze, crossing her legs then uncrossing them. She had latched onto the nearest American male, praying he would be easy to manage; she was definitely having second thoughts about this one. Even though he was sitting down, she could tell he was over six feet tall and his body was in superb physical condition, as revealed by the white short sleeve shirt that didn’t conceal his muscles. But what arrested her the most about this stranger was his hard, rugged features, a firm jaw line, piercing, jade green eyes, a nose that had been broken at least once, and a tiny scar beneath his left eye. She wondered how he had acquired it.

Inwardly she shivered. “I just love those little drinks with all the fruit in them. If you’re going to drink, you might as well get some nutritional value, don’t you think?” Why she ordered a rum punch was beyond her. She didn’t drink alcohol, but then she’d been so nervous when she’d spied the two men making their way into the bar right behind her, she hadn’t thought about what she was saying.

“If you want nutrition, drink milk.”

“Milk is good, too, and definitely nutritional. After all, that’s what babies are raised on the first months of their lives, but I doubt they have milk in here.” She always chattered when she was nervous and boy, was she nervous. Slanting a look over her shoulder at King Kong and Godzilla, Ellie noticed the two goons had taken a table near her. Her heart slammed against her chest. Why had she accepted the governess job? Look where it had gotten her. All she had wanted to do was see the world. Ellie leaned even closer to the American, keeping her voice pitched low so the two goons couldn’t hear. “Why are you in Bella Isla?”

“Business.”

“Oh, what kind?” Bodyguard would be good.

“I work for a computer company. Why are you in Bella Isla? You said something about teaching English to two children.”

A computer nerd? How was that going to help her? “Yes, I took a governess job here because I heard the beaches were great here. But there are so many soldiers around you can’t even get to them. What a disappointment. I should have tanned by now and just look at me. Pale as a ghost.” She didn’t add that the real reason she hadn’t tanned was that she had been a virtual prisoner at her employer’s villa. She needed this man’s help, and she didn’t want to scare him away, even if he sat in front of a computer all day. At least he was American.

“Lady, do you know a revolution is about to break loose here?”

“I’m sure they’ll get everything straightened out. Fighting is such a waste of time.” And right now she couldn’t deal with a revolution when she was sure her employer had sent two men to find her and follow her. She wondered when Godzilla and King Kong would make their move and seize her. The feeling of being trapped escalated.

The Nerdy Hero by Tracy Sumner

I’m the chick who loved the smartest boy in class. Glasses and a stunned look on his face, remember him? The brainiac.

The brainiac who turns out to be the hottest guy at your ten-year high school reunion.

What is it that we love about the sexy nerd?

Perhaps we like the fact that there is often angst beneath the calm. I like diving into the thought processes of the intelligent hero and understanding how deep thinking changes the way he interacts with the heroine. And what a surprise when these men turn out to be as wicked as their Alpha counterparts!

Noah Garrett, the hero of TIDES OF LOVE, is a sexy nerd all the way. A marine biologist and lover of restrained decision-making and practical information, he is thrown off his feet by the passion he experiences with Elle Beaumont, the woman who has adored him since they were children. I loved that he was fascinated with her – and fascinated by his reaction to her. She is the first unpredictable part of his life, the one thing he cannot control.

We don’t read too many romance novels about marine biologists in 1898! I though it was about time we did! This hero is my type, all the way. J

Happy reading. Please let me know if the sexy nerd if your type, too!

 

Excerpt:

Tell him yes. What better way to show Noah Garrett you haven’t been pining after him for ten years? “I was terribly distraught. The entire situation nearly broke my heart. I looked so forward to being Mrs. Magnus Leland.” Her voice cracked hard on the last word.

 

The muscles in his shoulders tensed; he shoved to his feet. “You’re a terrible liar, Elle. Truly dreadful. Scares me to think you would waste a chance at marriage because of a silly”—he nudged the coach house door open with his elbow and ducked through the entrance—”infatuation when we were children.”

 

She slapped the door wide when he would have shut it in her face. “Why you arrogant, boorish—” Her words caught in her throat.

 

Stacks of books covered every surface. The desk, the leather chair and ottoman, the faded settee that had once been dark magenta.

 

Cautiously, she strolled to the desk. She hadn’t seen this many books since the long nights spent in the university library. She recalled rows and rows of chestnut shelves, covert laughter, and the smell of dust. The thrill of learning, of taking control of her life for the first time; sadly, the only time. Burying the burst of longing, she hefted a leather-bound volume as thick as her wrist. “Depths of the Sea,” she read and fingered the gold tassel marking the page. “This is magnificent, Noah.” She turned the vellum slowly. “You know, I had an interest in biology once, but that, well, that was a long time ago.” She shook her head, denying the impulse to tell him.

Why would Noah care about her dream of finishing university?

 

“They’re books for the laboratory, mostly. The others are for research.” Elle felt the heat of his body before she smelled him. A rush of warmth, then the tantalizing scent of sea and man. His arm circled her waist as he lifted the book from her hand. He brushed his finger across the mark Magnus’s cheek had left on her palm.

Experience…Love, Passion, Desire with the Garrett Boys.

TIDES OF LOVE ~ TIDES OF PASSION ~ TIDES OF DESIRE (Coming: Summer 2012!)

 

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Tracy’s story telling career began when she picked up a copy of LaVyrle Spencer’s Vows on a college beach trip. A journalism degree and a thousand romance novels later, she decided to try her hand at writing a southern version of the perfect love story. With a great deal of luck and more than a bit of perseverance, she sold her first novel to Kensington Publishing.

 

When not writing sensual stories featuring complex characters and lush settings, Tracy can be found reading romance, snowboarding, watching college football and figuring out how she can get to 100 countries before she kicks (which is a more difficult endeavor than it used to be with her four-year-old son in tow). After stops in France, Switzerland and Taiwan, she now lives in the south. However, after spending a few years in “the city”, she considers herself a New Yorker at heart.

 

Tracy has been awarded the National Reader’s Choice, the Write Touch and the Beacon – with finalist nominations in the HOLT Medallion, Heart of Romance, Rising Stars and Reader’s Choice. Her books have been translated into German, Dutch, Portuguese and Spanish. She loves hearing from readers about why she tends to pit her hero and heroine against each other and that great novel she simply must order in five seconds on her Kindle.

Ciao!

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An Interview with CJ Snyder, romantic suspense author

I’m very pleased to have CJ Snyder with me today.  CJ will be giving one commentor a PDF copy of her latest book, While You Were Dead.  I’ve read it and can tell you it is wonderful.

How did you get started writing?

When I was six I wrote a poem.  My mother said it was extremely good.  As the oldest of four, I took that to mean I was very talented and should pursue a career in writing.  Lol, okay, not really.  I’ve always loved writing and things writing-related i.e. blank pages, office supply stores, freshly sharpened pencils…

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

When I was six, Santa brought me six Nancy Drew mysteries.  I had them all read by New Year’s Day.  When I was 14 I discovered Daphne du Maurier and the die was cast in solid lead.  I write Romantic Suspense.

Tell us about your current series.

The Black Fire series is about a group of men who are sanctioned to do the things no one talks about.  They work as a unit, in the country or out of the country, and they break all the rules.  It’s been fun getting to know them, getting into why they would choose this solitary lifestyle, and then watching them meet their perfect mates.

What move best describes your life?  Why?

American Dreamer.  It’s about a woman who’s married to a man who pats her on the head, but totally disregards her writing.  She wins a contest, flies to Paris, and meets the love of her life.  (Okay, so the Paris part isn’t like my life, and no one has ever tried to kill me but other than that…)

What inspired your latest book?

I brainstormed the Black Fire series with my late husband, and it’s still growing.  A new hero popped up in the middle of Dead Reckoning Book II which will be out later this year.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Whisking away to foreign locales, with dangerous men and beautiful women, all without leaving the safety of my chair.  Oh, wait—that’s reading.  Yep,  that’s what I like most about writing too.  There’s a soul-satisfying thump when all the pieces fall together that’s unlike anything else.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Editing.  Hates it, I does!

What is your next project and when will it be released?

I’ll have Maverick available at Amazon for Valentine’s Day.  It’s finished, just have to convert to kindle.  I’m hard at work on Dead Reckoning, Book II in the Black Fire series.

What is your typical day like?

I work as an office manager, so I have to slide my writing in when I can.  I have a great critique group (We are Scripsi) who keep me motivated and on-track.  I’m a widow with grown children so my free time is pretty much my own.

How much time do you spend promoting your books?

What works best for you?  Facebook, twitter (learning –I’m learning!), and advertising at RomConInc.com have all worked well for me.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I absolutely love it.  You have control.  You don’t have anyone telling you, “but you can’t do it that way.”  Self-publishing lets the reader be the judge.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Everywhere.  The idea for the start of Maverick came to me while I was on the freeway in rush hour traffic.  I grabbed a pencil and jotted notes in between the starts and stops.  Sometimes I’ll dream a scene—usually the black moment scene or a beginning scene.

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

Find a friend who has already traveled the road and follow her advice! (Thanks, Cynthia!)

Do you have critique partners?

The very best in the whole world.  We’ll be having a blog up in a bit where we’ll take turns blogging about our different worlds.  We are a strange group: historical, outer space, scientific, contemporary hilarity, romantic suspense and criminal minds.  Put it all in a blender and you get us:  We are Scripsi.

What is your favorite dessert/food?

Dark chocolate anything.  Comfort food.

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

That’s a trick question, isn’t it?  I must say I’ve killed off a few people I didn’t like in my time, but they wouldn’t recognize themselves.  Fair warning, though…be nice to the lady who kills people in her books.

What is most difficult for you to write?  Characters, conflict or emotions?  Why?

None of the above.  My stories thrive on all three.  The hardest thing for me is to fill in the white space.  The rooms, the scenery—I just don’t think about it when I write the first draft.  It virtually always has to be filled in later, unless it’s a part of the conflict.  In Maverick, there’s a scene where the heroine decides to camp out on the Grand Mesa in eastern Colorado.  She’s utterly unprepared for the quick-moving weather system.  Luckily, the hero is hot on her trail.

Was your road to publication fraught with peril or a walk in the park?

More like a long and winding road.  Just have to say, I’m awfully glad to be at this end of it!

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.   While You Were Dead:  The hero is a sniper with one last job to do.  Sadly, that job will cost him everything.  The heroine had her heart broken when Max disappeared.  When he turns up ten years later, not dead, and with their daughter calling him, “Uncle Max”, she’s astonished and then angry.  When their daughter disappears, they have to work together to unravel the mystery of who and why.  Time is running out.

Maverick:  Maggie Chambers will do anything to save the only family she has left.  Including robbing an FBI agent at gunpoint.  Jack Myles is the best tracker in the country.  He’s been that close to catching Maggie for two years.  Now he’s got her.  Will he turn her in or help her catch the killer who wants her dead?

Dead Reckoning:  Ten years ago, Mykael’s life was destroyed with a single gunshot from a sniper.  Determined to avenge her husband, she’ll stop at nothing to gain the sniper’s secret identity.  Black Fire Intel specialist Ghost has to deal with a woman who knows far too much about their team.  Someone wants her dead.  Can he find out who in time to save her?

Do you have a view in your writing space?  What does your space look like?

No view.  I live in the basement.  Don’t need a view, because the scene is inside my head.  Out on our deck I have a lovely view of the Rockies, though.

Tell us about your hero.  Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses. 

Max is black and white.  Everything in his life either fits or doesn’t.  Except for Kat.  Trying to get her round curves to fit in his military-square box makes him crazy.  On the plus side, he’s gorgeous and has a heart of absolute gold.

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

Kat doesn’t know her own strengths.  She’s fought a genetic curse ever since she was ten when her perfectly normal mother was convicted of killing her father.  She doubts herself, except when it comes to protecting her daughter.  She’ll do anything to keep her safe

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An Interview with Jennifer Zane

I’m very pleased to have Jennifer Zane on my blog today.  Please leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of her hilarious new romance, Gnome On The Range.

How did you get started writing?

A co-worker and I were discussing how easy it would be to write a romance novel. I said I would do it. It’s not as easy as I thought–to write any genre of book–but I stuck with it. For ten years.

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

I write Contemporary. I like to think of it as Humorous Contemporary with a Mystery. I consider myself lighthearted, but I can’t tell a joke to save my life. Instead, I like to write about life’s hiccups, the things every reader can relate to, and make fun of them.

Tell us about your current series.

I have one book out, so I’ll say it’s the first book in a series! It is set in a small town in Montana. A young widow has two boys. She works at her mother-in-law’s adult store and has a hot new neighbor. She and her children buy two ceramic garden gnomes at a garage sale. Someone wants the gnomes back and is willing to kill for them. Between an eccentric mother-in-law, a hot neighbor, two kids and someone trying to kill her, life is pretty crazy!

What move best describes your life?  Why?

Calm. In comparison to my heroine, life is pretty dull! Although, I dare to find anyone with similar challenges to Jane!

What inspired your latest book?

I lived in Montana for five years. The book is loosely–very loosely–based on my time there, people I met, things my children did.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Making myself laugh.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Proofing. Yuck.

What is your next project and when will it be released?

I’m contemplating my next book–to really make a series!–set in Montana. This time it will be set in the dead of winter, a completely different set of problems come up when it’s -10.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Some ideas are from life experience. Yes, my son really did get his arm stuck. Not sharing the details here, you have to read the book.

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

Do it. There’s nothing to lose.

Do you have critique partners?

Yes! Each has a completely different genre and writing style so we’re great for each other. Couldn’t write without their support.

What is your favorite dessert/food?

Anything I don’t have to cook myself. Put it in front of me and I’ll eat it.

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

There is very high chance of recognizing a nuance of yourself, although I never use someone in their entirety.

What is most difficult for you to write?  Characters, conflict or emotions?  Why?

Fear. I always wonder if they’re scared enough.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

Ever have buyer’s remorse? Jane does. For some reason, the ceramic garden gnomes she bought for her two kids have turned her life upside down. Someone wants them, and will kill to get them. She’s next. Attempts on her life are nothing compared to dealing with two crazy kids, a crazier mother-in-law who meddles, and a hot neighbor.

Tell us about your hero.  Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

He’s a former soldier who’s done some tours in scary places and settles into life back in Montana as a fireman–and Jane’s new neighbor. He’s protective, down-to-earth and wise. But his time fighting the bad guys of the world forces him to keep those he cares about at arm’s length, afraid they might get hurt, or worse.

Tell us about your heroineGive us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses.

Jane’s a widow who works in her mother-in-law’s adult store. She has two young boys. She’s an incredible mother, devoting her energy to her kids. But she has no life of her own since her cheating husband died–and even before then. It’s time she discovers who she is as a woman–and Ty’s going to help!

Excerpt:

“I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!”

The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo models spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help.

That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store my mother-in-law opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when a mother bear and her two cubs walked down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary.

The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white, shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow. It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you’d be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in.   Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise in Bozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way to Yellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home.

In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I’m comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time.

Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation. The first time.

“Can you explain the features of each one again?” Miss Waffler had her fingers on the edge of the glass counter as if she were afraid to touch them. Petite, she was slim to the point of anorexic. Her rough voice said smoker, at least a pack a day. Her skin was weathered, either from cigarettes or the Montana weather, and wrinkles had taken over her face. She’d be pretty if she ate something and kicked the habit.

I gave her my best fake smile. “Sure.”

I darted a glance at the fireman over the woman’s shoulder. Sandy hair trimmed military short, blue eyes, strong features. Thirties. A great smile. He seemed perfectly content to wait his turn. If the humorous glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip, most likely to keep from smiling, was any indication, he was clearly enjoying himself. A radio squawked on his belt and he turned it down. Obviously my lesson on sexual aids was more important than a five-alarm fire.

Miss Waffler was completely oblivious of, and unaffected by, the fireman. I now knew why she wanted a dildo. I picked up a bright blue model. “This one is battery powered and vibrates. Three settings. Good for clitoral stimulation.” I put it down and picked up another. “This one is glass. No batteries, so it’s meant for penetration. The best thing about it is you can put it in the freezer or warm it and it provides a varied experience.”

The woman made some ah sounds as I gave the details. I went through all the possibilities with her one at a time. I got to the tenth and final model. “This one is obviously realistic. It’s actually molded from the erect penis of a porn star. It’s made of silicone and has suction cups on the base.”

Fireman peered over the woman’s shoulder as I suction cupped the dildo to the glass counter. Thwap.

“You can attach it to a piece of furniture if you want to keep your hands free.”

Both fireman and Miss Waffler nodded their heads as if they could picture what I was talking about. “I’ll take that one,” she said as she pointed to number ten. The eight inch Whopper Dong.

“Good choice.”

I rang up Miss Waffler’s purchase and she happily went off to take care of business.

And there he was. Mr. Fireman. And me. And dildo display made three.

“Um…thanks for waiting.” I tucked my curly hair behind an ear.

“Sure. You learn something new every day.” He smiled. Not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. Very blue eyes.

Right there, in the middle of my mother-in-law’s sex store, dildos and all, there was a spring thaw in my libido. It had long since gone as cold as Montana in January. Who could have blamed it with all of my dead husband’s shenanigans? But right then I felt my heart rate go up, my palms sweat from nerves. The fireman didn’t seem the least bit phased by my little sex toy talk. I, on the other hand, was having a hot flash like a menopausal woman just looking at him.

“I’m Jane. What can I help you with today?” Hi, I’m Jane. I’m thirty-three. I like hiking in the mountains, cross-country skiing, I’m a Scorpio, and I want to rip that uniform off your hot body. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts.

He laughed and held out his hand. His grip was firm, his skin warm and a little rough. “Ty. Thanks, but no toys for me.” A pager beeped. He looked at it briefly and ignored it.

“Don’t you need to answer that? A fire or something?” I asked.

“Cat up a tree,” he joked.

I laughed, and heard my nerves in it. I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart. It didn’t work. All it did was make me discover how good he smelled. It wasn’t heavy cologne. Soap maybe. I didn’t really care if it was deodorant. He smelled fabulous.

“Actually, it was for station two. I’m here for your fire safety inspection.” He placed papers on the counter. Had he been holding them all this time? I hadn’t noticed. For the next fifteen minutes we went over fire inspection paperwork with an elephant in the room the shape of a dildo.

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Excerpt from CENTAURI MIDNIGHT

Here is an excerpt from Centauri Midnight.  I will give a copy to one lucky commenter.  Please let me know what you think of the excerpt.

At eight o’clock, he rang the buzzer to Kiti’s quarters.

“Come in.”  He heard as the door slid open.  He stopped.  She was so beautiful tonight.  She seemed to glow.  Her hair was loose, falling straight past her shoulders, nearly to her waist.  He pictured her hair curtaining them as they make love or spread on the pillow behind her afterward.

“Are those for me?” she pointed at the roses he held.

“Yes.  Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.”  She took the flowers and put them in a vase.  “I’ve ordered some appetizers and,” she said with great fanfare, “I have a bottle of the Royal Danexx family’s special noskberry wine from Audra.”

Her voice forced him out of his fantasy.  “I’m jealous.  She’s never gifted me with one of her precious bottles.”  He smiled wide.  “I’m honored you’d share it with me.”

She’d laid out the appetizers on the small low table in front of the sofa and had opened the wine to let it breathe.

They sat down and she asked “Would you pour?”

Garrick filled the glasses half way and handed her one.  He raised his glass.  “Here is to good friends and a successful mission.”

“To good friends and justice for our departed loved ones,”  she said before
she drained her glass.  “So, what are our plans?”

Garrick sat back on the cool, leather couch, his body angled toward her.  “Once we get to Gregara, I’ll send a landing party point team, to gather Intel on Lord Tybold.  We need to know what he’s been up to these last few months since he fled Anton’s forces.”

She refilled her glass then took a sip of the sweet, fragrant wine.  The berry flavor rested on her tongue and invaded her senses.   “We must determine which tribe Tybold has aligned with and then determine their enemies and allies.  I’ve been studying the research we currently have available.  It appears there are three main tribes on Gregara.  The Nerutas who rule in the north, the Zolthor in the west and the Otula in the east.  The south is mostly deserted, a no man’s land, inhabited by small bands of outlaws.”

“Tell me what you know about each of them,” Garrick said.  “We need to decide which one Tybold is most likely to have approached.  Then we won’t have to recon each tribe.”

“I disagree.  We need to learn as much as possible about each of them in order to know their strengths and weaknesses.  I can give you a better idea about each tribe once I’ve had time to do more research.  Right now, my preliminary information indicates the Nerutas are the most likely to accommodate Tybold. They are the most aggressive of the three and the most warlike.  They would definitely want the weapons Tybold may have to offer.”

“So the Zolthor and the Otula are allies?”

“You’d think so, common enemy and all, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.  Whereas they both will war on Nerutas, they will also go to war with each other if provoked.  Then there are the nomadic desert dwellers, which are at war with no one and act as negotiators when needed.  It’s really a interesting dynamic,” explained Kiti.

“What type of government does each have?  Are they monarchies?”  Garrick munched on some of the fried tingo root and sipped his wine.

“No.  The leadership is earned through combat.  I believe the Zolthor have the best potential for what we need.  They are the most stable of all three of the main tribes.  The current leaders, called the Valmud, have been winning the challenges for the last six generations.  Not only are they smart, but they’ve also brought their people’s technology forward twice as fast at the other two.  They’re the strongest of the three, but also the least likely to accommodate Tybold.”  Kiti warmed to her subject.  She’d done a lot of research and it was all she could do not to jump up and down with the information.

It was so nice to be able to talk to someone again.  Garrick had always been a good listener, she just never realized he was such a handsome listener.  It was almost enough to make her tongue tied.  What she wouldn’t give to be using her tongue on a certain part of his anatomy.  Good grief, Kiti, what has gotten in to you?

“Why do you say that?”  Garrick’s deep baritone brought her out of her reverie and back to the conversation.  If Garrick noticed her lapse he didn’t mention it.

“Everything I’ve read indicates the Zolthorians are an honorable people.  Honor above all.  That wouldn’t fit with Tybold, who as we know has no honor.   Tybold will have tried to gain their trust though.  He can appear to have honor when it suits him and they control the largest of the known kalcion deposits.”

“I knew it was a good idea to bring you with us,” Garrick said with a huge smile.  “Kiti, you’ve provided us with more information than we could have gathered through a month of observation alone.”

“Thank you,” Kiti felt heat rise to her cheeks at the unexpected praise.  “But my only reason for coming on this mission is to apprehend Tybold.   He’s got to pay for what he did.”

“I agree.”  Garrick changed the subject to something more palatable.  Food.  “What do we have for dinner?  Can we talk about things other than the mission?  I’ll never be able to digest my food if we don’t.”

“Sure.  Though you may have to remind me.  When it comes to Joridan and making Tybold pay, I tend to be single-minded.”  Kiti led the way to the small, square dining table.  She’d put the roses in a large glass container in the center of the table and stopped to sniff their sweet fragrance again.  She couldn’t seem to get enough of it.  “I thought we’d try one of Audra’s favorite meals.  Her mother Maggie’s recipes are in the computer and the food synthesizer can create it up for us.  It’s called “chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy.”

They looked at each other and shrugged.  Both of them had tried some of the recipes Maggie had brought back from Earth.  This was a new one.

After they’d eaten their fill of the delicious gravy covered, deep fried meat and mashed potatoes, Garrick put his fork down. “That’s not bad.  I think Maggie could teach the palace chefs a thing or two.”

“I’m sure Audra has them doing just that.  Especially now with her pregnancy she’s been hungry for all sorts of things that aren’t Centauri foods.  A great favorite of hers is pickles and ice cream.”  Kiti made a face.  “I like both, but not together.”

They laughed, shared some stories about their friends and finished the bottle of noskberry wine.  By the time Garrick got up to leave, Kiti felt a little tipsy and a whole lot horny.  It’d been a long time since she’d had sex.

So when Garrick leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek, she turned her head and caught him on the lips. He moved to pull away, seemingly surprised by her boldness, but she would have none of it.  She grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back to hers.  Garrick gave up his resistance and kissed her deeply before he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.

“Kiti.  We can’t.  I don’t want to be rebound sex for you.”

She pulled away from him, stung by the truth of his words.  “I’m sorry, Garrick.  I…I don’t know what got into me.”

He caressed her cheek with his knuckle.  “Don’t mistake my reluctance as rejection.  I very much want to make love to you.  But when I do,” he took that same knuckle and lifted her chin until she looked him direct in the eyes, “it will be because you want to make new memories, not forget old hurts.”  With that he kissed her hard and left.  His scent remained and her body ached.

Kiti reeled.  Garrick wanted her for more than just a tumble between the sheets.  He knew about Anton and didn’t seem to mind.  Did he really care for her?  Could he love her?  That kind of thing just didn’t happen.  At least not to her.

Everyone assumed she’d been devastated when Anton and Lara announced their marriage.  In fact, she’d been relieved.  What did it say about her?  Had she been with Anton only because he was convenient, because he was familiar?  She supposed many successful marriages were based on those traits.  But she wanted more.

She wanted it all.

The kiss Garrick gave her hinted at the “more”.  Was it possible the love of her life had been this close all the time and she’d been too blind to see him?  Or was he only a rebound?  Was she reading more into his words than he meant?  Was all this just the wine talking?  She wished she knew.

Damn!!  What the hell was he waiting for?

Blogging mishaps by Mimi Barbour

Blogging mishaps…

Have you ever gotten yourself so mixed up on your blog dates and the blogs themselves that you write the same one for different people, mix the dates up between them and get into such a mess that your hair is in vital danger? I mean, I always been such an organized person that I never dreamed this could happen to me.

But, over these past holidays, I’ve been in danger of messing up royally and it’s making me crazy. I love to blog and usually have no problem coming up with a suitable topic. Today, I just had to find out if there are others, like me, who’ve gotten into these kinds of messes.

I’ve always considered it a privilege to be a guest on someone else’s site. And because I only opened my own blog Believe in September, I’ve held off inviting others until I felt totally comfortable with what it all entailed. As any of you know who already have your own blogsites, it’s not as difficult as we all worry about in the beginning, is it? Or at least it’s not the nightmare I envisioned. As a particularly inept techie, I’ve tried to protect myself from too many nightmares, but I must admit, nothing in the computer world so far has been that bad…well maybe formatting  My Cheeky Angel properly to be self-pubbed might be considered the ultimate frustration, but I did manage in the end. (Couldn’t quite do it properly the second time around for a short story, but that’s another blog.)

Therefore, let this quagmire of mixed-up-ed-ness be a lesson for me in the future. I mustn’t think everything is in order until I’ve checked repeatedly. I must have two data books going, one for the blogs I’m on and the other for my guests, and heaven help me – I must check them every single day!

I’d love to hear about any stories you can share so I don’t feel so alone here on my naughty stool. LOL!!!

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EXCERPT

Annie! I need to tell you about how painful it can be out there.”

“I know you’ve had bad experiences, Ty. That you’ve shut down your expectations, your future, but I need to try to live mine. Give me a chance, my friend. That’s all I ask. Support me, please.”

His professional instincts overrode his personal needs and stopped his tirade. He sighed deeply. Walking away, he thought about what she’d said. Maybe the best thing he could do for her was to let her grow up, as she so succinctly put it. Let her learn the lessons romance had taught him. He’d stay on the sidelines. He’d keep his predictions and warnings to himself, and he’d watch and wait.

But every red-blooded male hormone in his taut body urged him on. He went back to her and stopped. “Annie, I’m your best buddy, and I adore you and your overly large caring heart. Please don’t change too much.”

He scooped her close, picking her right up off the floor. When he perused her features, his eyes were unusually serious. Dangling, she would have fallen if not for his arms. He hesitated, waiting to see if she’d pull away, which left her body wriggling against his for far too long, and calling “hello” to every cell in his over-sensitized skin. His trembling surprised him. He hadn’t experienced that kind of reaction to a female since being a horny teenager. He stared at her mouth and growled. He’d intended his caress to be a light-hearted expression of his affections. It changed the minute their bodies touched.

Intent must have flashed in his eyes. When she froze, he kissed her, not in the brotherly or friendly way he’d meant to, but the way a man kisses the woman he wants. While she gasped with surprise, he thrust his tongue between her soft lips, prying them open wider, and then he invaded. Her response lifted his spirits and gave him hope. She tasted him, her tongue darting forward, caressing his with a tiny, affectionate lick. Then, her body melted into him, clinging for long seconds. His groan must have scared her. She broke away and pushed on his shoulders.

“Tyler, stop it. Why are you doing this?” Her trembling hand covered her lips.

His eyes narrowed. He stared at the little lady in front of him, into those big, worried eyes, and felt the lust die. Damn, she was right. He had no business upsetting her. What the hell had gotten into him? He loosened his grip and gently lowered her to the floor. From the first day he’d met her, he’d sensed an emotional changeling in flux. His own past experiences had soured him on the whole love-relationship thing, and he no more wanted to have another girlfriend than to get a skin-eating disease. Being buddies with Annie had fitted perfectly into his chosen lifestyle. He didn’t want anything to change. But that was his problem, not hers. His demons were his own to fight. Besides, his last relationship still had him questioning his abilities as a mate and a lover for any woman. Best not push his luck.

“Okay, Anna, how can I help?” He stood in front of her with his hands on his hips and his feet spread. He smiled. Not his unique smile, but tender nonetheless. Her eyes misted. “Thank you, Ty. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

Tyler recognized that their friendship had passed a huge hurdle. “Listen, we’re buds, aren’t we?”

She beamed her relief. Such a little worrywart. Then she nodded her head.

He chuckled. “Anything I can help you with, it’s yours. Car rides, advice—friendly sex?”

REVIEW FOR MY CHEEKY ANGEL

Review – 5-stars Another Great Read from Mimi Barbour! (Amazon)

So far, I’ve not read a book by this author that I didn’t love. My Cheeky Angel is a warm story about Annie and Tyler and Celi. Annie’s suffering from the desire to succeed at the corporate level while her heart wants to help people. Through out Annie’s struggles to figure out what she wants and who she loves, Celi puts her two-cents worth in regularly.

It a heartwarming story, and I enjoyed spending my entire day with Annie and Tyler.

Written by Jerrie – November 6, 2011

BIO

MIMI BARBOUR  – Author of THE VICARAGE BENCH SERIES lives in Qualicum Beach and writes her paranormal romances with tongue in cheek and a mad glint in her eye. If I can steal a booklover’s attention away from their every-day grind, absorb them into a fantasy love story, and make them care about the ending, then I’ve done my job.”

The 4th in the series “Together Again” was released May/2011.

Interview with Michele Drier

Please join me in welcoming Michele Drier to my blog today.  Leave a comment for a chance to win a free book.
1. How did you get started writing?
Years (and years) ago I snagged a job as a staff writer with the San Jose Mercury-News. That was at a time when almost every reporter had an unfinished novel in his (mostly) drawer. I didn’t, but pined for a time when I, too, could say I was writing a novel! Fast forward a few decades and I realized if I was ever gong to, it had to START. So about five years ago a took a manuscript for a mystery and put it (and me) in the hands of a writing coach.
2. What genre(s) do you write in and why?
I’m writing in mystery and paranormal romance. My mystery series centers on Amy Hobbes, a newspaper editor (duh!) who always wonders why something happened. Much of this series is pulled from my experiences as a Metro Editor for dailies. The paranormal romance, the SNAP series, is just pure fun! Again, the protag, Maxie Gwenoch, is in journalism, but now it’s international celebrity gossip. And she works for a multinational conglomerate owned by a family…of vampires. This began because my daughter and son-in-law read paranormal and they kept bugging me to write some!
3. Tell us about your current series.
The SNAP series follows Maxie as she struggles with maintaining her own persona and career against the growing allure of the vampires, particularly Jean-Louis, both a co-worker and second-in-command of the Kandesky family. The second book, which I’m just finishing, is SNAP: New Talent and is set against the growing cash-rich culture of the Russian oligarchs. There’s a third book and I also have two back-story novellas about the Kandeskys planned.
4. What move best describes your life? Why?
Wow, probably the verb “move”. I’ m one of those people who needs change…new towns, new loves, news careers. I get very cranky when I’m stuck in a routine.
5. What inspired your latest book?
My daughter and son-in-law. They said “write about the paranormal”. I said, “I don’t know anything about it.” They said, “Walk into a bookstore and see how much space it takes up.” So I did, and they were right, the whole paranormal/fantasy genre was exploding. I don’t do graphic violence or sex, so a light-hearted take on vampire-regular relations seemed the best way to go.
6. What is your favorite part of writing?
Dreaming up plots, subplots, scenes. Boy, what I wouldn’t give to run into someone like Jean-Louis, vampire or no.
7. What is your least favorite part of writing?
Hah, writing! It’s always hard to find all the time I’d like. Actually, no, my least favorite part is marketing. Once you’ve told this great story, one that makes you laugh or cry even when you know what’s coming, then you have to go out and beg people to buy it. No wonder Van Gogh was mad!
8 What is your next project and when will it be released?
The next project is the second of the SNAP series, SNAP: New Talent, and it will be released this winter, probably the first part of March.
9. What is your typical day like?
On good days, I’m sitting at the computer by about 9 a.m., reading email, checking FaceBook, checking Twitter. I do the absolute minimum of housework to keep the “Hoarders” crew at bay, then I put in about four or five hours of plotting, writing, editing. There are lots of days I also have my granddaughters, so I try to relax and just enjoy it…living in the moment, like they do. My goal is to average 10,000 words a week, but I don’t always make that.
10. How much time do you spend promoting your books? What works best for you?
Because I’m new and unknown, I spend WAY too much time promoting my books. I’m probably spending about three hours every day trying to connect with people. I just called my insurance agent to pay my bill and convinced her to buy SNAP! I still don’t know what works best, but guest blogs and interviews seem to have an impact. I picked up a fan in Australia through an interview.
11. How has your experience with self-publishing been?
I love it! My mystery, Edited for Death, was published by a small press. They were wonderful to work with and I’m thrilled at the way the book turned out, but I have no way of tracking sales or seeing any trends in term of what worked, or didn’t, in marketing.
12. Where do you get the ideas for your stories?
Hmmm…I’ve lived in my head most of my life, probably a mechanism for making things turn out as I want them to, so I’m always re-creating reality. My stories are what I’d like to see…good guys, bad guys, misunderstandings that all get resolved.
13. What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish?
Do it! The catch to self-publishing is to have a manuscript (book, novella, short story) that is the absolute best it can be. Your best writing and copy-editing. The best cover you can afford. The best synopsis and blurb you can write.
14. Do you have critique partners?
I have a group of people (alpha and beta readers) I use (cajole into reading) for the SNAP series. I usually send them 50-75 pages at a time. A couple of them don’t have computers, so I actually print out pages for them…it’s a good way to proofread! I’m a member of Capitol Crimes, a Sisters in Crime chapter, and in the process of setting up a critique group for the mystery series. It’ll be interesting because I haven’t worked with a critique group for years.
15. What is your favorite dessert/food?
Anything chocolate!
16. How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book?
People I’ve met or know populate my stories. They may not always recognize themselves, and I synthesize several characteristics into one character. In my mystery series, the police reporter is a composite of about half-a-dozen reporters I worked with.
17. What is most difficult for you to write? Characters, conflict or emotions? Why?
I think conflict is difficult, probably because I don’t like it in the real world. In reality, I’m a mediator, looking for a middle ground and talking through conflicts. Works well in real life; in a novel, not so much.
18. Was your road to publication fraught with peril or a walk in the park?
Hoo, more like a hike up a hill! I tried for a few years to attract an agent for my mystery and have a sheaf of rejections. It may be that the book isn’t easily defined…it’s not a cozy, certainly not a thriller, not a police procedural, not a psychological study. It’s a traditional mystery, closer to Agatha Christie. I’d about given up when a small press picked it up, and that gave me the impetus to finish SNAP: The World Unfolds and take it down the indie path. I’d like to have the second mystery picked up by an agent or publisher, but if it isn’t, indie beckons!

The links for my book are :

http://amzn.to/u1Uo1n  (Amazon)

http://bit.ly/nrddwr  (B&N)

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70630   (Smashwords)

My website:

www.micheledrier.com

Facebook

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Interview with Trisha Wilson

I have Trisha Wilson on my blog today.  Trisha will be giving away one copy of one of her books to a commentor today, so be sure and leave a comment for a chance to win.

1. How did you get started writing?

I began writing poems when I was a teenager. I was very introverted and that became the only way I could seem to express my feelings. I never thought I could do more (I get distracted very easily! Ha!) But, at Christmastime 2004, I was spending the holiday alone (no family or friends around me) and as you can imagine, I was very depressed. I escaped into my imagination and the rest, as they say, is history. “An Unforgettable Christmas”, my first book was born.

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

I write romance and romantic suspense. That’s all I’ve ever read, even as a teen. I’d have one with me at all times (seriously! Even at school!). So, I know that there are many readers who prefer the same type of book that I do, therefore that’s what I aim to write; something that I’d enjoy reading even if my name wasn’t on it. I’ve never been a fan of paranormal or erotica, so I keep my stories clean, as well, with no bad language or sex scenes.

3. Tell us about your current series.

Currently, I’m working on my “Indigo Girls Series” (Romantic suspense)… it is about four friends who met in high school and became fast friends. They’ve overcome a lot of trials together, and now they’re in their early 30s with each wondering about the path their life has taken, unaware of the upheaval that’s about to happen to each of them.

I’ve already released book 1, titled “Daring To Trust”. It follows the reunion between Julia and Mark…a married couple who have been estranged for 4 years. Mark is an undercover cop, so only after a mission goes wrong and he almost dies, does he realize what he’s missing and returns to Julia to see if there’s a chance to rekindle what they once had.

Book 2 is “Daring To Love” and it tells Ellen’s story. She has a dark secret in her past that only a couple of people know about. Due to this, she doesn’t believe that she’s capable of loving a man. She has walls built up so high that it’ll take a strong man to knock them down. (Coming  in January 2012!)

Book 3 will be “Daring To Hope” …that will go through Jae’s journey. Her life has been full of heartbreak and the one thing she wants she believes she can never have.

Book 4 – “Daring To Dream” – follows Abby. She’s always been the good girl, doing what everyone thinks she should do, instead of following her own heart.

4. What inspired your latest book?

“Daring To Trust”, well really the entire Indigo Girls Series, came to me when I realized how many people I knew were going through tough times: cancer mainly, but also miscarriages, some form of abuse, and just other health problems in general. So I thought why can’t I incorporate some of these things into my characters, and see how they would deal with that? I’m hoping they’ll inspire someone who may be going through the same thing or something similar. Maybe they can take away from it that anything is possible if you trust in God and lean on Him to see you through the bad times, but also He’ll be there cheering you on during the good times.

5. What is your favorite part of writing?

My favorite part about writing is the creativity. You can make your characters do and say anything, and it’s perfectly normal. Now, if I said some of the things my characters did in real life, I’d be admitted to an insane asylum I’m sure!

6. What is your least favorite part of writing?

My least favorite part is the writer’s block that inevitably comes. You can be in the middle of a scene, sometimes even a conversation, and then you just get “stuck”… “Where do I go from here?” Staring at the blinking cursor on the screen is the most dreadful part, especially when your mind is going to real-life responsibilities, such as “What am I going to fix for supper?” or “Do I need to do some laundry?” – I find myself procrastinating A LOT, ha ha!

7. What is your next project and when will it be released?

Currently, I’m working on book 2 of the Indigo Girls Series, titled “Daring To Love”. This is Ellen’s story, and I PLAN on having it finished by the end of January.

8. What is your typical day like?

You’re going to laugh at my typical day. I don’t have kids (Unless you count my dog, Snickers, who acts like one most of the time), so I have the privilege of sleeping in A LOT.

I usually don’t get up till at least 8 a.m. – I don’t set an alarm unless I have to be somewhere. I grab a diet mountain dew out of the fridge, sit down at my computer, and check my email and sales stats. I usually stay in a zombie like trance for an hour & half to two hours…Seriously!

After I finish that, I open up my WIP and read through what I’ve written thus far, making marks along the way…looks like everything I wrote yesterday is going to be deleted! Yikes!

Around 11, Snickers comes over to me, scratching at my arms, and wanting to be fed. That’s when I realize my belly is growling, too. After I fix us some lunch, I realize I haven’t showered yet and still have my warm & comfy PJs on. So, after I get out of the shower, I usually wind up putting on another pair of PJs (unless of course I plan on going somewhere, which is usually not the case.)

(You’re probably wondering – “Wait, she has a dog. Does he not go outside?” – Yes, my friends, he does, LOL. I guess I forgot to mention that I live with my mom. She can’t do much but she LOVES to walk, and she’s taken over walking Snickers for me during the daytime. Thank you, Momma! Mainly I think she does that because she’s my biggest fan, and every day she asks me, “Trish – Are you almost done with Ellen’s story? I’m ready to read it.”  Ha!)

Around 12:30, I’m back at the computer, staring at that blasted blinking cursor, already forgetting what I took out. So I have to read back over it, change another scene around, and finally, by George I think I’m ready to begin!

Around 4:30, my mom comes over to me and pokes me on the shoulder to get my attention. (I have my music blaring in my ears while I’m writing to minimize distractions, i.e. the phone ringing!) “What’s for supper? I’m getting hungry.” Supper! Eek! I hadn’t thought about that! “Um give me a minute and I’ll get right on that!” After I fix us up something, and we’re eating, she’ll ask, “Are we going to watch anything this evening?” (She doesn’t know how to operate the DVR, no matter how many times I’ve tried to teach her.) I’ll think about it a minute and decide, “That scene can wait another hour. We’ll watch today’s episode of Ellen, if that’s alright with you.” She’ll nod and I’ll get it set up. Of course, after Ellen goes off, I notice that I recorded a movie (must have been in my sleep ‘cause I don’t remember it!) – so we must watch it, right?! I mentioned I procrastinate A LOT, didn’t I?

It’s usually around 8 p.m. by the time we finish watching whatever it was that couldn’t wait *rolls eyes*, so I get back on the computer, and check my email and sales stats again. Then, I’ll browse through Facebook and I have to comment on everything *More procrastinating*, then about this time, my best friend usually texts me, “Whatcha doin’?” Hanging my head in shame, I reply, “Facebook.” She replies, “Oh. How’s the book coming along?” That conversation lasts around an hour, depending on when she decides to go to bed. Have I mentioned procrastination? Ha!

After that texting conversation, I turn my cell phone off – ‘cause really I know no one else will be texting that late. I go play a game of Zuma Blitz – addicting plus more procrastination. Once I lose terribly, my WIP is reopened and once again, I read through the days catastrophes of writing and wind up changing something yet again. I finally figured out where I was going to take that scene, so I start writing again, only to be interrupted by Snickers scratching at my arm again, yawning. So, I go into the bedroom, prop my door open, plug up the electric blanket (he’s spoiled!), and tell him to go to bed. Sometimes he does…most of the time he doesn’t.

I write for a couple of more hours, and then my eyelids start getting heavy. The yawning is full-blown now, and I check the time. Holy cow! It’s 2 a.m. I guess it’s time for bed! Of course once I go to bed, Snickers has suddenly gotten his second wind and wants to play for an hour. If I don’t, then I know I won’t be sleeping in at all – he’ll be waking me up before sunup wanting to play again.

Told you that you’d laugh! Lol 

9. How much time do you spend promoting your books?  What works best for you?

I don’t really promote the way a lot of authors do. Promotion and marketing is my weakness. I stink at it, period! A couple of times a week (yes, I said week!) I’ll post something on my Facebook author page, which automatically goes to my twitter feed. I know a lot of people use Twitter but I get lost in there…no joke! I entered both of my books, “An Unforgettable Christmas” & “Daring To Trust” into the KDP Select program, and since doing that I’ve gotten more sales and more reviews than I received the first two months of publication. Will it help in the long run? I’m really not sure.

10. How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’ve loved it! No deadlines, which is an absolute must for me. I have migraines a lot, so sometimes my typical day turns into taking Imitrex and lying in bed for hours at a time with the curtains closed and complete silence. Thanks to a great group of Indie writers I’ve found online, indieromanceink – they provide advice, tips and everything in between. I really don’t know where I’d be today without them: probably floundering around the internet trying to figure out what to do. I’ve learned so much from them. I love the insight and friendship they’ve brought to everyone there.

11. Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

They come from everywhere! They can come from a song I’m listening to, a movie I’m watching, a book I’m reading or sometimes just someone I’m talking to. They’ve also been known to come from a segment on the news.

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

Do it! The e-reader audience is growing, and so is the publishing industry since we can do it on our own now. If you have a finished and polished manuscript, don’t wait. Who knows how hard it will be to get your foot in the door and your books in front of potential readers a year from now? Be confident in what you have written…if you’re not, no one else will be. Develop a thick skin, if you don’t already have one. You’ll have to deal with critics like never before. As someone once told me, if you ever get a bad review, don’t take it personally; learn from it! Then go to your favorite book on Amazon or Barnes and Noble…read the low reviews on it. Even the best books out there have negative reviews. It doesn’t mean yours is a bad book, necessarily – it just means it wasn’t meant for that particular reader. Grow from it and move on.

Thank you for having me on your blog, Cindy!

“Daring To Trust” can be purchased on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005MJVRWY My website is http://trishawilson.weebly.com/. I can also be found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTrishaWilson & Twitter at https://twitter.com/#!/Trish73179. You can also email me directly at TrishaWilson79@gmail.com .

An Interview with Jennifer Lynne

I have the pleasure of interviewing Jennifer Lynne today.  Please leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of her book.  Thank you.

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  1. 1.      How did you get started writing?

I feel as if I’ve always written. I was certainly hooked on romance reading through my teenage years (blame Mary Stewart’s Nine Coaches Waiting and the mysterious Raoul for that!). But it wasn’t until I was at university, studying Literature, that I got into romance writing. Someone dared me to write a Mills & Boon, so I did, and sent it off. Of course it was rejected. They told me I had a strong  voice, but needed to learn about emotional punch.

I joined a then fledgling organisation, Romance Writers of Australia, way back when there were only a handful of members (they are huge today!). I devoured my monthly issue of Hearts Talk, the RWA newsletter, and my spare time was spent writing romance, while my day job included business and corporate writing in marketing and PR. But fear of rejection stopped me submitting a manuscript again until many years later.

After a difficult and painful divorce I realised I had to try and live my dream. So I rewrote an erotic romance I’d been working on, Seducing Serena, and subbed it to Red Sage. They bought it for their Secrets Volume 28 anthology, Sensual Cravings, which released in 2009, and after 20 years, my  writing career was born!

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

I write mainly in contemporary erotic romance, usually with a touch of the paranormal. I also have a sensual romance (slightly lower heat level) called Educating Ethan that will be out from Breathless Press in February. Regardless of the level of heat, I’ve always written in the romance genre. I read across many genres – including classical literature, young adult, fantasy, mystery, thriller, you name it. But when I analyse what I like to read, there is almost always an element of romance in the story. I love chemistry between characters, and I love the possibility that romance offers for a happy ever after.

3.    Tell us about your current series.

I published my first indie romance in December. Platinum Passion (Gods of Love #1) is the first in a series of stand-alone novellas with the erotes as a common theme. So who are the erotes? There are many different versions of the ancient Greek erotes myth, but the one I like is that they are aspects of the primal god of love, Eros, and the children of Aphrodite, goddess of love and sexuality. The erotes in my stories include Pothos – the god of sexual yearning, Himeros – the god of sexual desire, and Anteros – the god of requited/unrequited love.

Platinum Passion blurb:

Three people. One erotic fantasy. And a twentieth wedding anniversary like no other.

 

Jeannie yearns for the return of passion in her marriage. Jake wants new excitement in the form of another man, in a way that won’t upset the balance of his relationship with his wife. Pothos is one of the erotes and an aspect of Eros, the Olympian god of desire. On the last night of winter this couple’s distinctive yearning has called to him, and by the power of the erotes he intends to rekindle the flame of Jeannie and Jake’s passion in a night of desire that could be the ultimate platinum anniversary gift.

 

And when the gods of love decide your marriage needs a boost, they never do it by halves.

 

Platinum Passion is available from AmazonSmashwords and All Romance ebooks.

Right now I’m in the midst of writing Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2), about Himeros, the Greek god of sexual desire, and I’m happily in story development on Gods of Love #3, tentatively titled Sex Club Secrets – Anteros is turning out to be quite a naughty god.

4.    What is your favorite part of writing?

My favorite part of writing is when the muse is right there. I have the scene in my head. I know exactly what the characters are going to do and say and my fingers can’t type fast enough to keep up with the creative buzz going on in my mind. Love it! When I get to the end of that spurt of inspiration and read it back, and it actually sounds ok – yeah. Really love that bit.

I also love it when readers contact me personally to discuss my stories. Not long after my first erotic romance, Seducing Serena, came out, I got an email from someone thanking me, and saying that I had inspired them to follow their dream and write a book. Wow! That is something to treasure.

5.    What is your least favorite part of writing?

When I’m sitting at the computer and nothing is there. No idea what to write next. Just a big, blank screen. Erk. Bad feeling. Best thing to do at that point is get up and walk away. Do something else for a while and let it stew in the back of your mind. Eventually, something stirs, and even if it’s not genius, it is usually enough to start the process going again. I can always go back and edit it later, right?

6.    What is your next project and when will it be released?

I have quite a few projects on the go at present.

My next release will be Educating Ethan, a sensual romance with a tentative release date from Breathless Press of February 24th. This one is an older woman/younger man story, about two people who need to learn how to put aside the past and live for the moment.

Short blurb: When the much younger Ethan moves in to Ida’s neighborhood, an innocent flirtation quickly becomes passionate. But who is educating who in this cougar encounter?

In addition to Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2) and Sex Club Secrets (Gods of Love #3), I’m also developing an erotic fairy tale idea – a straight M/F romance but with plenty of spice.

My aim is to have all of these stories written and released some time during 2012.

7.    What is your typical day like?

I don’t have a typical day, unfortunately. I would love to have a set routine with time that I know can be used for writing, but I have too many other commitments to be able to do that at this stage. I have a day job, a fiance, two teenage daughters and two young adult stepchildren, most of whom need my time – and taxi skills. Why is it that children take up more of your time the older they get?

I’ve also had a few health hiccups during the past year that have eaten into valuable writing time. I had a breast lump (benign), minor stomach surgery, a blood clot in my hand, and topped it off with shoulder surgery which put me out of action from August to December. I decided to make the time work for me as much as possible, and wrote Platinum Passion with my left hand only, tapping it out VERY slowly in between resting and physiotherapy appointments! A crazy year, for sure. One good thing about convalescing at home, though, was my realisation that I have to write in order to be fulfilled. So from now on, that is definitely a priority.

8.    How much time do you spend promoting your books?  What works best for you?

With Platinum Passion I’ve spent a lot of time on promotion, simply because it is my first self-published work and I feel it is part of my “job” as an indie author to market to the best of my ability. What works? I like the Goodreads site – it is a community full of book lovers, just like me. I think guest blogging is a great tool, but it is time consuming because you need to think up topics that will hopefully appeal to the readers on the particular site you are visiting (and not just promote your book to the exclusion of anything else). Do giveaways and contests with your guest posts, too. Interviews are always great – but even there it can be hard because you are exposing a little piece of yourself every time you answer questions. Having your own website and blog is probably my number one suggestion for any author in terms of developing an online presence.

9.  How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’m very new to self-publishing. Platinum Passion was my first indie release, but so far the journey has been exciting. I had two traditionally published stories prior to Platinum’s release, and while there are pro’s and con’s to both types of publishing, the main plus to self-publishing for me has been the level of control I have over the process – from the story itself, to the cover design, to timing of release, decisions about where to sell, the price, promotion and marketing, you name it. It is all in my hands. That, in itself, can also be a negative. There is so much more work involved when you have to do it all yourself! My intention is to keep doing a mix of both indie and traditional publishing, if I can. There is definitely a good feeling when you are part of a traditional publisher’s “family”, just as there is an indie author “family” out there as well. The best of both worlds, hopefully!

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

I would say go for it. You can self-publish at very low cost, particularly if you shop around for editors, cover designers, formatters and even book marketing companies. What have you got to lose? If it stays in your drawer, or in your head, or half-written on the computer, you’ll never have the joy of seeing your published work out there – either in print or on the web. When you hit the “publish” button on Amazon, it is one of the scariest yet most exciting moments you can have as an author.

On a practical level, join some indie chat groups. Look for them on Yahoo. Follow self-published authors on Twitter or Facebook and see what they do. You will learn mountains of things you didn’t know before, especially from some of the chat groups on Yahoo. Do a Google search to find blogs that provide advice for self-published authors. There are plenty out there. I’m learning every day.

And finally, don’t expect that once you’ve published your first book, you can just sit back and relax. You need to get out there and promote through blogging, approach review sites, be active on social media. Then get back in your writing seat and start the next one. It is not easy self-publishing. There are days of doubt and fear and exhaustion. But if you’re up for a challenge, the reward is that you will be a published author. Nothing better than that!

Find Jen on the web at:

 

Website/blog  |  Twitter  |  Facebook  |  Goodreads  |  Amazon

 

My Best New Year’s Memory – Blog Hop

My father died when I was five so I never got to know him.  I have very few memories that I can call mine.  They are usually the memory of him through someone elses eyes.  One of the memories I do have is night he died on his birthday, January 20, 1961.  He was 51 years old.

When I was twenty, my cousin who was a year older wanted to go out for New Year’s Eve.  Not with me.  She wanted me to babysit, but only her two week old baby.  You see, she was living at home with her parents at that time and my uncle would be watching her three year old son.  He didn’t feel comfortable with the baby granddaughter though, so I’d be there to watch her.

And we spent New Year’s Eve together.

This was the first and only time that happened.  But after the children were put down to sleep for the night, my uncle and I talked.  We watched Guy Lombardo on television, (I know I’m aging myself terribly here) and he regaled me with stories about my father.

Dad was the second oldest of thirteen children.  His family was very poor.  My dad started delivering milk when he was ten years old.  He finally quit school in the eighth grade and went to school fool time.

The family were migrant farm workers and followed the crops, working everywhere from Colorado to Washington and everywhere in between.

As an adult Dad held a number of different jobs.  When he met my mom he was a cowboy working on a real working dude ranch in Creede, Colorado.  They ran cattle and rented cabins out to people, usually from Texas, in the summer.

After he and Mom married he was a cowboy, a trapper, an airport warden, a sheriffs deputy, a hod carrier and a county road maintenance worker.  He did whatever needed doing in order to make a living and support his family.

My dad loved to fish and hunt and he was good at it.  One of my first memory that I can call my own if of fishing with my Dad.  I was four and he gave me one of his fish to carry back to camp.  I ran ahead of him, so proud of htis fish.  I ran into a woman going up river, also fishing.  I proudly told her that this was my fish and I caught it all by myself.  This was my first experience with story telling.  🙂

I learned that my dad could play the organ, liked to eat raw hamburger with onions in it.  He liked to have a beer and play poker with the boys now and again.

I have a picture of me on top of a horse named Judy, in my diapers.  Dad was next to the horse hanging on to me, making sure I wouldn’t fall.  He was always with me, making sure I didn’t fall and if I did help to pick me up.  Even though it was in spirit only.

And I wonder how different my life would have been had he lived.  Not better because my Mom did a great job raising us by herself, but it would have been different had he lived.  I wonder how different and how much different I would be.  Would I have made the same choices, the same mistakes.  Would the abuse and other bad things that happened to me have been prevented because he was there?  How different would I have become?  Would I be a better person?  Or a worse one?  Would I really be a different person at all?

I had a wonderful night with my uncle.  I learned so much about my Dad.  The best thing I learned was that I was my Daddy’s baby girl and he loved me very much.  And now, fifty-one years later I still miss him.

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